Enjoy! And for the record I own nothing but a few dog biscuits and Elliot, Darren, suzy sunshine and harry hardface but their not in this one

My eyes fluttered open, the light leaking through making me squint. Damn I didn't want to wake up yet, then I heard a voice.

"Who the hell are you?" A male voice called to me angrily.

Shit, I knew where I was. Last night came flooding back to me. I'm in someone else's bus. I fell asleep.

I shot up like the bed was poison, careful not to hit my head on the short ceiling above me, because another bed lay on top. Oh so I was laying on a bed, a small bunk like bed but a bed none the less.

"Uh….i'm..i'm sorry." I studdered.

It was the same boy that I bumped into last night. Brown shaggy hair with hazel eyes that didn't look too happy right now. He had on a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater.

I tried to move out of the way to get out but he stopped me.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked sternly.

"Look, I'm really sorry. It was just really cold and rainy and, just…don't tell those Jones guys, I'll get off their bus I'm sorry." I said panicky.

You see in my head the Jones, or I mean Jonas brothers were a couple of old men probably from the seventy's on a tour or something. And I really didn't feel like getting yelled at by a couple of mid-life crisis, hippie band, probably playing country, men.

"You mean Jonas?" he asked.

"Yeah….thats….wh-what I said." I said unsure of myself.

"How did you get in?" He asked calmly.

"I…uh… climbed through a window." I said defeated.

"really?" He asked astonished more than anything.

That's when another boy came in looking younger then the first, he had curly hair and wore almost the same thing except with tight jeans, he hopped into the bus skipping a step. My head shot towards him.

I closed my eyes slowly and took in a deep breath. I just want to get out of here, I racked my brain as the other boy spoke up.

"who's this?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too. She stowed away on the bus last night." The older boy answered.

I decided to step in. "I'm sorry, like I said it was just raining and….i….just let those jones…jonas..jones.. whatever their name is know I'm sorry. Just let me get off and I'll be outta your hair." I stated started to get annoyed.

"Jones?" the curly haired one ask. Then he smirked.

"Don't you have like parents or something, why were at a hotel at like midnight alone?" the older one asked attemping to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"No I don't. I just wanted to get a room but it was too much, and too late to go anywhere else." My answer came out easier than I thought.

I just gave a blank stare to the boy, as if pleading with my eyes to just drop it and let me out.

"whats your name?" he suddenly asked.

I thought for a moment, do I give a fake name? What if they end up turning me into the cops, but at the same time I'm in a different town about three towns away from my own and I have no one for them to call so what's the point in lying.

"Elliot." I said.

"One minute Elliot." The boy said and rushed passed me off the bus.

Shit I knew it, I shouldn't have given my real name. I make up my last one no doubt. He was probably going to go get the Jones..er..Jonas guys or whatever. Or he was just going straight to the cops.

Ha I bet they think I'm like some diehard of the band or something wanting to be a stowaway and go to every concert and whatever. Little do they know I probably wasn't even born when these guys were on the best sellers list.

Obviously I was way wrong.

I just sat back down on the bed I was found laying in and put my head in my hands. My head felt like it weighed fifty pounds right about now. I sighed.

"So you…you've never heard of The Jonas Brothers?" the other boy still left on the bus asked.

I brought my head up and looked at him sorrowfully.

"No I haven't." I said with a shrug.

"Really?" He asked almost astonished.

"Really, I don't exactly have like a t.v or whatever, and I don't own any records or record player and…" He had the most confused look on his face.

But I didn't get to finished rambeling my excuses because that's when the other boy came on followed by two adults.

I quickly stood up as my mouth started to get dry. I knew it. I was done for.

The man, who looked about forty or so walked up to me.

"Hi Elliot, I'm Paul Jonas. Would you care to let me know why your on the bus?" he asked calmly.

Paul JONAS, I knew it. He got one of the jonas dudes to come throw me out. Yeah know I was more than willing to walk out no strings attached.

My hands dug in my pockets as I told him the same thing I told the other boys.

"Honey do you have any parents we could call?" The woman now spoke to me. She had curly dark brown hair like the boys and looked about in her thirties.

"I…uh…no, but…um…no I don't." I retreated.

Their faces were a mix of concern and question.

Mr. Jonas pursed his lips together, before he spoke I started in.

"Like I said I'm sorry I was on your bus sir, I'll just… go." I tried to shuffle around them to get to the open door. That's when another curly haired boy walked up.

"Hey, who are you?" he said.

"Uh, Elliot.." I answered.

"Honey I don't want to just throw you out with no place to go, I mean how old are you?" Mrs. Jonas said.

"Sixteen ma'am, but really its ok." I said trying to reasure her that I would be fine out on my own. Hell I'd been on my own for awhile now. Sure I had a house and a job then but that doesn't mean I cant find another.

The most recent curly haird boy was just standing there looking confused as ever.

"Where's your nearest family?" she asked.

"uh, Dallas Texas…" I answered unsure again.

"We have a show there like… next month or something like that." The first boy that I'd spoken to said to his parents more than to me.

Now I was confused.

"And Frankie needs a babysitter right?" The younger curly haired boy spoke up.

"That's right." Mrs. Jonas stated.

"Elliot would you like to stay with us until Dallas?" Mr. Jonas asked caringly.

Ok, I don't know. I do because it would give me and job and somewhere to stay till I reached Dallas, and if you hadn't caught on by now, No I don't have have any family that I'm aware of anywhere, but it was a start. On the second hand what if they were a cult or something? Jonas Brothers Cult muahaha. Ok maybe not.

I throught thoroughly, then gave him my answer.

"Uh…sure." I answered sheepishly.

Sorry its a tad bit short, i gotta go get ready for a school dance like get my shiz for it that is.

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