A/N: Forgot to mention. This is a joint story. the other writer doesn't have a fanfiction account that I'm aware of, but her name is Anna. This is her half. Every Joe P.O.V (every other chapter) is by her. YAY!
"Ah, man," was the only spoken words on the bus as we were jolted around from the slamming on the breaks. A quick glance out the window told me that we weren't there yet; we had only stopped for a red light. I looked up to see Kevin, the one who had spoken, trying to mop up his spilled ice cream from his shirt with a distasteful expression. I threw a quick smirk in his direction, the brotherly thing to do, before returning to my doodling.
Now before you say that you want a copy of my picture let me tell you the two reasons you probably won't. Number one: I am the world's worst artist. Honestly, I put my seven-year-old brother to shame with my non-existent skills. Number two: (and this is for all the female fans out there) it just so happens to be a horribly drawn portrait of a girl. Not just any girl, however, but the one I was on my way to see. So what if it looked nothing like her? I still doubt any girls wishing for a chance with Joe Jonas would want the picture he drew of his crush.
Yes, I admit to it. I'm still crushing on Crash Morris. Just don't tell her that. She would probably rip your throat out. Or kick you in the balls. Poor Nick.
Crash was just one of those girls: tough. Just my type. I've never been into the type of girls that you have to struggle with to convince them that you're into them. When you're famous and girls throw underwear on stage at you (Yes, Nick, it's happened) it's kind of hard to hold a steady girlfriend who doesn't have kittens every time you accidentally look at another chick for too long. Crash never needed reassurance…not until the end anyway. She definitely knew her own worth and had plenty of self confidence plus she knew how to hold her own. Seriously, have you ever felt that girl throw a punch? If not, let me tell you: you don't want to. But all those things about her just made her seem even more endearing. Especially at her tiny height.
So focused was I on drawing her pretty green eyes just right, that I didn't even notice when the bus had finally stopped completely. For about five minutes.
"Dude, come on," Kevin said, slapping my shoulder. He was wearing a completely new shirt, I noticed with a grin. I put down my pen, leaving my unfinished drawing where it lay. Even if someone were to find it later it wasn't like they'd be able to tell whom it was a picture of.
As I followed Nick and Kevin out of our cushy tour bus, we were instantly met with a barrage of screams and flashes of cameras. I'm not going to lie; it was good being a Jonas Brother. I stood there for a while like an idiot, waving at the cameras and flashing cheesy grins when I noticed my brothers were no longer standing next to me. Awkward. My gaze drifted to where Kevin stood being hugged around the shoulders by a pretty blonde. I knew that blonde hair anywhere.
"Tessa!" I said, sweeping her small frame up in my arms when it was my turn down the line of Jonas. The paparazzi would have another field day with this, especially since we were standing directly in front of them. They loved to talk about the possibility of Tessa and I dating, but sadly it wasn't true. No, I was much too enamored with her good friend Ashlyn "Crash" Morris, who was never too far behind. Releasing Tess from my arms, I peered around her, hoping for a sign of the very girl I had been badly drawing not ten minutes ago. Oh, hello I thought, spotting her.
Even decked out in all very casual clothes, Crash made my pulse speed. I feel like a moron admitting it, but there it is plain and simple. She was simply stunning, with her tanned, flawless skin and bright green eyes. Her purple athletic shorts fell much more than two inches above her knee, showing off her nicely toned legs while her white headband pushed her choppy, layered hair off her face. That girl drove me all sorts of crazy. Ok, Jonas, don't be a jerk this time, hmm?
"Well, if it isn't good old Crash Morris," was the first thing to come out of my mouth before I could stop it. Then, "Gosh, you look more like a boy every day." Man, I was on a roll today. Add to that the arms crossed over my chest and my little smirk and you have Joe Jonas winning the award for biggest ass ever.
Just because I said I liked her did not mean I was good at showing it.
"Joe, don't be a dick." Crash smiled at Tessa as the blonde threw an arm around her shoulders. "Plus, you should see Crash here in girls clothing. She's sexier than me, no joke."
Well, that I knew. I had seen Crash in all sorts of clothing, and actually once without any. Ah, the secret's revealed; Crash and I attempted sex. Attempted being the keyword. It still frustrated me to think about it. Wasn't sex for two virgins awkward enough without your big brother walking in on it? Needless to say, it was kept a complete secret, including that fact that Crash and I dated to begin with. Until I, being the total moron I am, let it slip on live radio. It was covered up as a joke but I still knew that Crash felt the brunt of everything. It was so unfair for her, and I felt terrible about it but there was nothing I could do without severely damaging not only my career but my brothers' too. At this point Nick knew too, but we didn't let my parents in on the secret. It still feels horrible lying to them, but not as bad as it felt having to let Crash go. That was my biggest mistake in all this.
"I'm so sure," I said. Of all the words my mouth could have formed, that was what it came up with. What was wrong with me? I was so sure, so why couldn't I voice it? Maybe she could possibly hate me less if I at least acted somewhat nice to her? Apparently that just wasn't in my cards. I was doomed to being a complete jerk to the one and only person that I desperately wanted to be nice to. And in return she was fated to hate me forever. Wasn't this fun?
"I would love to sit here and be ridiculed by you all day, but we're three hours from being on a plane that goes far away from you, Joe. Hope you don't mind if we cut this short." With that she grabbed Tessa's arm and dragged her out of the scene before I could even wave at her. Tessa threw an apologetic look over her shoulder as they ran and turned to say something to Crash that I couldn't hear. I turned to the boys with a sigh.
"Why won't my mouth just let me be nice to her?" Maybe they knew better than I did.
"It isn't just your mouth," Nick told me, pointed to my still crossed arms, "You're pretty much just a total dick. Way to go."
Ok, so Nick wasn't thrilled with me and Crash. Honestly I couldn't tell if it was because we left him in the dark so long about our secret or because she kicked him in the balls last summer. Either way, he rolled his eyes and began making his way to the studio doors where we were long overdue for our photo shoot. Kevin just clapped another hand to my shoulder, shaking his head with a smirk. He followed Nick through the doors and left me wondering what the hell that smirk was all about.
The photo shoot was actually pretty crazy, and we had a good time despite me being very distracted by thoughts of a certain someone. We hugged the photographers and the magazine editors goodbye after about two hours and made the trek back to our bus, loaded down with a new wardrobe that we got to keep. Another perk of being famous.
Nick went to grab his guitar from the back of the bus as Kevin and I plopped into the cushioned seats in the kitchenette. Nick soon joined us on my side of the table, and Kevin relaxed in his seat, looking smug.
"What's up with you?" I asked, still curious after the smirk he had given me earlier. Kevin generally wasn't the smug one; that was my role.
"Nothing, nothing," he dismissed, adjusting the scarf around his neck. I gave him a funny look, but didn't comment.
"Well, where to next?" Nick asked him, strumming a few chords.
Kevin's grin grew as he pretended to inspect his nails innocently. "The airport," he said, flicking his gaze up at me then back down to his nails as if he were about to burst out in laughter if he looked in my direction for too long.
"What're you talking about? Our overseas tour doesn't start until summer," Nick asked with a quick glance at me for backup. I was completely useless though…I didn't have a clue what Kevin was going on about either.
"It doesn't," the oldest of us agreed with a nod, "But while no one was paying attention Tessa slipped me these in my pocket." Kevin began to chuckle, finally looking up and placing what looked like plane tickets on the table in front of us. I grabbed mine, still confused.
"Wha?"
"Well, Joe," he turned to me again, smirking more than I had ever seen in my eighteen years, "Miss Ashlyn isn't going to be so far away from you after all."
Nick looked up sharply and if I had been holding anything it definitely would have been dropped. Did that mean…
"Boys," Kevin declared, "We're going on vacation!"