Chapter 3
Kevin's eyelids flickered open and his thoughts shifted immediately to his brothers. He hoped that they would be okay for their show that night. Kevin stumbled upright, propelled by his rumbling stomach to the kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised to see Nick sitting at the table, listening to his iPod.
"Wow, I guess those were some powerful words of wisdom I gave you last night to get you out of your room AND to get you up this early," Kevin speculated, with a smirk.
Nick gave one of his famous half-smiles and said, "Yeah Kev, that's what did it. You're awesome beyond all reason"
Kevin forced a mockingly smug look onto his face. "Yupp, that would be me"
Both brothers suddenly jumped at the sound of a loud 'thud!' coming from just outside the kitchen door.
Kevin and Nick rolled their eyes and then entered a small laughing fit. Nick, who recovered first, called out, "'Morning Joe"
Joe tripped into the kitchen, holding his arm with a look of pain on his face.
"'Morning Kevi-- Nick! You're alive! I thought you were being held captive in your own room by the milky pirates"
"Oh, no. I'm fine... sort of." Nick mumbled the last part under his breath.
Kevin stood up, walked over to Nick, and then motioned for Joe to join him.
"Group hug!" Kevin announced as both himself and his 18-year-old brother leaped on Nick, arms outstretched.
"What's goin' on, guys?" a small and sleepy-sounding voice asked.
The three older boys looked over their shoulders to see Frankie standing in the hallway outside the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
His face instantly brightened up when he saw his curly-haired older brother. He quickly shuffled over the kitchen tiles and tackled Nick, squealing, "Nicky"
"Much better," Kevin said from somewhere in the mass of Jonas boys.
