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erm.so...weird chapter. its gonna get better after this.

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ily,

livi

I was being shaken awake by someone. I sighed and turned over.

"Go away…" I mumbled.

"Bowwwwwwwwwieee." I heard someone whisper in my ear. I sighed and opened my eyes to see that I wasn't on the tour bus. Or at home. I looked around and immediately saw a young woman, only about 25 looking. She had medium length blonde hair and bright green eyes like I did. She grinned at me. "Finally. Nemo left a while ago and I was getting bored." She explained. I sat up and looked at her.

"Um… ok…" I said plainly. What on earth is going on?

"How you feeling?" She asked me. I noticed a rather deathly headache. I sighed.

"I dunno how I let myself get so low." I said.

"Don't worry, hun. It happens to all of us." She said. "Now get up. We're gonna have a girls only day." She looked infinitely familiar, but I knew I'd never met her. I nodded to her and stood up. I looked around at my surroundings. Everything was unfamiliar. I wasn't at home. I was in a normal sized apartment. I got dressed in unfamiliar clothes and went out to the kitchen thing. The woman was standing there. "Ready?"

"Yeah…" I said quietly.

"Why are you so quiet?" She asked.

"Erm… can I ask you a question without you freaking out?" She nodded. "Who are you?" She shot me a confused look.

"Bowie, are you ok?" I ignored her comment.

"I'm fine. Really. Just answer the question." I said

"I'm Lilly Truscott. Your mom?" She said raising a eyebrow. Wait… my mom?

"Ok, just making sure." I said smiling. I didn't want her to freak out and go crazy because I didn't know her. But, I didn't doubt she was my mother. She looked like me, only a few years older. She was exactly as beautiful as my dad had ever made her up to be. She was the mom I always dreamt of.

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Bowie's POV

I looked out the window of the tour bus. I had been totally silent for about 5 hours. Since I had woken up. I was sitting at the table reading a book I'd found in the bunk. New Moon. I'd really never heard of it, and I figured that it was a sequel, but I didn't want to talk to anyone just yet. The conversations of the four brothers were amusing and also seemingly pointless, but I figured they were just trying to pass the time.

My 'dad' was amazing. He was kind and funny. He was different than the media had portrayed him. He was completely down to earth and normal. All of them were, especially for how famous they were.

"Marley?" I heard him ask. I turned to him. He was sitting across from me. "We're home." He said smiling. I nodded and followed him. He led me off the bus and into the sun. standing before us was a relatively normal sized house. He walked into it, setting down his bags. He ran over to the couch and jumped onto it, closing his eyes and sighing cheerfully. I walked over to where he was.

"Man… I'm so glad to be home." He said. I laughed. He sat up and looked at me. "She laughs?" He asked me. I gave him a confused look. "Well, you haven't said a word since you woke up." He said.

"I haven't had anything to say." I said quietly.

"Marles, I know your quiet, but… never this quiet. Is something bothering you?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Not really. I'm still a bit tired."

"Well…. Do you maybe wanna practice?" He asked standing up.

"Practice what?" I asked. He laughed and walked over toward a large piano.

"What song?" He asked sitting down and putting his fingers on the keys gently. I shrugged. Did he want me to sing?

"I don't know." I said.

"How about Kindly Unspoken?" He asked. Wow…. I knew that song! It was one of…. Holy crap. He thought I was Marley Jonas. Like… the one who was on tour. The girl who I supposedly looked identical to. And we had accidentally switched back at the concert! Which means she's… in Burlington…

Joe (He isn't my dad, so I'll just call him Joe for now) started to play the piano. I sang as best I could.

"As high as the moon
So high were my spirits
When you sang out my name

And coming from you
It was enough just to hear it
Oh, it rang like the bells did today

But even the sturdiest ground
Can shift and can tremble and let us fall down…

Kindly unspoken
You show your emotion
And silence speaks louder than words
It's lucky I'm clever
Cause if I didn't know better
I'd believe only that which I'd heard." I looked to him.

"Good job, kid. Do you wanna record it when we're at the studio tomorrow?" I shrugged and nodded. "Ok. No dairy tonight then." I nodded again.

I had to make a call now.

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Marley's POV.

I sat in the living room of the apartment. Alone. I was simply thinking. I was one of those people who thought everything out first. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, someone came into the room. He looked to be about my age. And he looked almost identical to my dad. He had shortish dark brown hair and my dad's same face. But, at the same time he looked different. He had green eyes. Like me. He looked at me.

"What's your problem?" He asked.

"Nothing." I whispered. The phone rang. He went over and answered it.

"Hello?….Wait….excuse me?…..But… that can't be… I'm looking at Bowie, so who's this!?…. Wait… what?… Fine…" He said franticly. He looked at me with scared eyes. "Um… its for you…" He said handing me the phone. I took it and put it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked in a wincing voice.

"Is this Marley?" A voice that sounded like mine

"Um… yeah…" I said quietly.

"I think… your at my house. And I'm at yours." She said.

"Um… I guess your Bowie?" I asked. The boy looked to me with wide eyes.

"Yeah." She said.

"Um… Is my dad ok?" It was all I could think of to ask.

"He's fine." She said. "Um… Do you know what happened?"

"All I remember was the concert. I was feeling low, and I went outside for some fresh air. I have diabetes." I said quietly.

"You do?… So do I."

"Oh. Wow…"

"Yeah."

"Your mom is really cool."

"So's your dad." It was silent for a second. "Marley… did your mom die?"

"No. She left us." I said smally.

"Do you think maybe… we might be…"

"Well…"

"Cause… your dad… he looks just like my brother."

"Oh, he's your brother?"

"Yeah. His name is Nemo."

"Um… ok. And, yeah. I agree with you on that. He does look like my dad." I said looking directly at him.

"So… do you thin we're…"

"Sisters?" I asked.

"Well… yeah. Its not like people just look identical and have no relation that often."

"Wow… I guess so…"

"Um… I… wow."

"Oh my god. How are we gonna switch back!? I have a tour starting in two weeks!!" I said. Nemo looked at me engaged in hearing what was going on.

"On tour!? Are you kidding me? I can't do that!!"

"Don't worry… It'll be ok… I… um… Just tell my--- our dad that your not me." It was silent for a second.

"Wait a second… Maybe we shouldn't.."

"What are you talking about?"

"Maybe… what if…. OH MY GOD." She said in a excited voice. "What if we didn't switch back for a few days?"

"What? Why?"

"Well… If we wait a little while, then we can get to know them. I can spend some time with dad and you can get to know mom and Nemo. Then tell them the truth, and then it would be harder to keep us apart."

"And then they would see each other again! And maybe…"

"They could get back together!" She said.

"Its perfect!" I said.

"What's perfect!?" Nemo asked. I waved for him to be quiet.

"Ok, who have you talk to?"

"Um.. Just dad. Well, and Nick, Kevin and Frankie, but… that's all. Why?"

"Ok, so… um… Frankie can help you. Just explain everything to him and call me if you have any problems."

"Ok. Is Nemo there still?"

"Yeah. He's been listening."

"Tell him. He can explain about my friends and stuff."

"Ok. I will."

"um.. Good luck, Marley."

"You too, Bowie." I said. We hung up. I looked to Nemo.

"Who are you?!" He asked confused.

"My names Marley. I'm your other sister… apparently.." He raised one eyebrow and stood up. He walked over to me and kneeled down to my shoes. He took my shoe off of my left foot.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up at me.

"Bowie has a scar on the bottom of her foot from when we were ten and she stepped on a rusty nail. If you aren't Bowie, it won't be there." He said quickly. He lifted up my foot and looked at the bottom. He quickly gasped and stood up, backing away. "Whoa…. Your… wait…so… you and…"

"Bowie's in California. At my house with our dad…"

"Our… dad?" He asked, his eyes wide and excited. I nodded. "Wow… I never actually thought I'd ever meet him… I mean, I've met my fake dad, but… I dunno.."

"Fake dad?"

"Yeah. He's a friend of my mom's from where she used to live in Seattle. His name is Oliver Oken, and we thought he was our father until a few years ago. Mom told us stories about him. We just kind of figured that he was--" I burst out laughing. Nemo shot me a annoyed look.

"Sorry… but… I know Oliver Oken… and he's not our dad."

"Well, yeah… I know that. He visited my mom for a few days about a year ago." I nodded.

"Can I tell you something?" He nodded. "You look a lot like dad."

"Who is he?"

"Ever heard of the Jonas brothers?" He made a confused face.

"Wait… you don't mean…"

"Joe. He's our dad." I said quietly. Nemo's jaw just fell. He was completely silent for about three minutes.

"He's…. oh… my…"

"Yeah. He is."

"What's he like?" He asked quietly, sitting back down.

"Um… he's better than he's made out to be. He cares about people. Everyone in his life. When I was three he decide that he wanted to know everything about diabetes so nothing bad would happen to me. He always said that I was he best friend, and his daughter, all in one." Nemo smiled.

"He sounds really amazing…"

"He is." I said quietly. Suddenly my mom came through the door holding a few bags. Nemo and I looked to her.

"What's up…" She said nervously. "Everybody ok?"

"We're fine." Nemo said. She smiled and nodded. She then walked over to the kitchen, putting the bags onto the table and taking a small white paper bag out of it.

"Hey, Nemo. Meds." She said throwing the bag to him. He nodded and caught it. I shot him a confused look.

"Asthma." He whispered to me. I nodded.

"So… what's going on with you two. Any plans?" Mom asked. Nemo turned to her.

"Um… Bowie and I are gonna go for a walk, ok?" He asked.

"Ok." She said. Nemo turned to me and nodded. I followed him downstairs and outside.

"I should tell you some things." He started. I nodded.

"Yeah. Um… How about you?"

"Me… what?"

"Tell me about you."

"Oh. Well… I dunno. There isn't much to tell. I play ice hockey for school, and our season just ended actually. I'm the captain. I play right defense or center when needed.." He said.

"Yeah… I don't know anything about sports. Dad's not exactly very athletic, and I kind of… missed out on all that." I said. Nemo laughed and nodded.

"Yeah…Uh… Its just… I guess I kind of needed a outlet from Bowie and mom. A little to girly for me." I giggled at his response. "What about you? What's your story?" He asked.

"Um… I dunno. I finished school last year. I play a ton of instruments. I sing. Not much to know."

"You finished school?"

"Yeah. I've been home schooled since I was five. I dunno. I earned enough credits to graduate."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I've never been to any kind of school."

"Wow. But, your like… really grounded. I mean, you aren't what I'd expect of someone who's so famous."

"Dad always told me. Even when your at the top, live like your at the bottom."

"Wow. Is that what they're all like?"

"Um… well, not all of them. Mikayla is… uhg. She's… I don't even know. She's a total diva"

"Mikayla?… Like… Mikayla?" I nodded.

"Yeah. She's dating… oh…" I went silent. She was dating dad.

"What?"

"She's dating… dad…"

"Oh… that's a problem…" He said. I nodded.

yo.

yo yo.

yeah i said it twice, got a problem with that?

lol.

love ya.

livi

(ps. SOPHIE. you suck for making me do that.)

(pss. not... updating... the josh thing)

(psss... it didn't go as bad as i imagined...)

(pssss i hate this correspondence. talk on MSN if we're not when you read this)