Chapter Three- S.O.S
Kevin's P.O.V
"This is so boring." Joe moaned.
"Yes, Joe, we got that the first fifteen times." I said irritably. Joe had been a pain in the butt every since we had left Dallas, after finishing our penultimate Texas tour spot. Apparently, nothing exciting ever happens to the Jonas Brothers. I suddenly remembered something. "Why don't you go play a video game or something? We're on a state-of-the-art tour bus, and you're bored? Joe, what is wrong with you?" I said, chucking a pillow at Joe.
"If you're so bothered about it, why don't you go play video games?" Joe snapped at me, chucking the pillow at my feet, muttering a childish imitation of me. I ignored him. I heard Nick laugh a little. Me and Joe both looked up.
"What?" I asked tetchily. I didn't even know why I was so cranky. Working with my brothers all day and living with them maybe?
"I'm just reading Miley's last email. She sent it a few days ago, and I just got it." Nick said, oblivious to my and Joe's foul moods. "She's going on about her form teacher, Mr Carelli. He sounds like a laugh." Nick grinned at me and Joe fleetingly, before returning to his laptop.
"You mean Hannah's last email." Joe corrected him.
"No. Miley's. And you shouldn't say Hannah's email, because somebody might hear. She isn't emailing us as Hannah. She's emailing us as Miley." Nick said, gravely, before turning once again back to his laptop. I heard a ping. Nick looked up.
"That yours?" He said to me and Joe. We shook our heads. Nick felt around the pillows for a bit, finally finding his Blackberry near an empty pizza box. He stared at the screen for a few moments before getting up and knocking for the driver on the screen that separated the driver's cabin from the actual bus.
"Where're we next?" He asked, looking a little scared.
"We're on our way to Malibu now. The concert's in a few hours- we'll be there in about forty minutes though. Why- anything important?" Sid, our driver and bodyguard, asked. Nick shook his head and came back to a confused me and Joe.
"Miley's hurt her wrist, and her best friend got assaulted by her ex-boyfriend. We need to check up on them." Nick said urgently.
"Dude. Chill. We're going to Malibu now. We can check up on your little damsel in distress when we get there." Joe said, pretending it was nothing, yet he sat up to attention.
"She's not my damsel." Nick frowned.
"Yeah. Doesn't mean you don't want her to be." I said, not realizing I'd said it my thoughts out loud until the words were out of my mouth. Joe constantly teased Nick about Miley, and usually I just smirked. I had never contributed before. Nick opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"No way, man!" Joe screamed, sitting up again. "Kev, you just got Nick to own up!"
"I didn't say anything!" Nick protested.
"You didn't have to." Joe said triumphantly, and started making smoochy noises. "Nick and Miley sitting in the tree…" Joe sang. Nick looked at him disgusted before grabbing his laptop and Blackberry before running upstairs.
"Touchy." Joe muttered, before turning to me. "I'm bored. Fancy making another home-made movie and posting it on YouTube?"