A/N: I don't own the Jonas Brothers but I wish I owned Joe. ENJOY!
Realizing where she must have left it, Krisha closed her eyes and macked her palm against her forehead. She must have put it down the table when she went to pick Kyla's CDs from the table. That must be it. She cannot remember ever uing her phone again after taking the guys' pictures.
"Oh man!" she groaned.
"Where is it?" Kyla asked, "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"I think I might have left if backstage after the meet and greet." He said, rushing off to the phone near the counter. Kyla just stared at her, a bit confused with what her sister was doing. Krisha dialed her number, hoping that someone might have found it.
It rang, but no one answered. Krisha kept calling her phone over and over, tapping her foot impatiently. After her twelfth attempt, she finally gave up and decided she would just call it in the morning.
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Back with the Jonas brothers, the three were very exhausted. They went into their bus. They were all positioned differently in their bunk at the back. Kevin was slouched onto a lazy boy while Nick decided to play Guitar Hero 3 at easy level. Joe was the most worn out of the three. All the jumping, jokes and his funny antics have made him beat. He was lying on the couch when his phone started vibrating on the pocket of his red jacket. He did not remember putting the vibration on, but just shrugged it off, not bothering to answer. It rang a couple of time, but he was too tired to bother with it.
They all fell asleep in a couple of minutes. They have not even got to take a shower, and only Kevin took the time to at least change into fresh clothes.
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The next day, Joe woke up to the sound of his phone blaring to the sound of AFI's Over Exposure. "What the fck?" he exclaimed as he almost fell off the couch in surprise.
He heard Nick grunt at the noise, while Kevin turned and groaned, "Joe, keep it down."
He flipped his phone open and answered the call without looking at the caller ID, "Hello? Who is this?" he asked groggily, still not figuring out how he can possibly have that ring tone; a far as he know he haven't even heard of the song before.
"I can actually ask you the same question. You're using my phone, I think I left it somewhere yesterday." a female voice said from the other line.
"Now that has got to be the most original pick up line ever!" he said smirking, "And if I am not thi tired, it would really have impressed me."
"What?" the girl said in disbelief, "I don't have time for this. Seriously I just want my phone back."
"And seriously, I think I'm pretty sure this is my phone." he smirked at the receiver then suggested, "Maybe you dialed the wrong number or something."
"Right, maybe I did." The girl on the other line said, obviously having second thoughts.
Just before the girl on the other end of the line was about to put the phone down, Joe mused, "Or, this I not a sneaky plan to get me interested, right?"
"No." she retorted simply, "Bye."
Joe lay back down on the couch, shaking his head at the thought of another girl trying to get to talk to him—no matter what it takes. He grinned, 'I must admit that had been the mot interesting gimmick so far.'
A few seconds later, his phone rang again with the same ring tone. He picked it up after the first ring, "Yellow." he greeted lazily.
"You again?" the same female voice from earlier said.
"I believe so." He replied, "You know, I you just want to talk to me, all you have to do is ask."
"Ughh. I can't possibly have dialed a wrong number twice, can I?" she said, completely ignoring Joe's last statement. The question sounded more like it was directed to her self than to Joe.
"So you still want to stick with that alibi, don't you?" Joe chuckled.
"Conceited much?" she snapped at him, "This is so pissing me off already."
Joe just laughed heartily, "I find it rather entertaining."
"Look, I'm pretty sure that's my phone. So just quit it please. I need it back." she said.
Joe took the phone away from his face and looked at it, black Nokia n95. It must be his, "Hold on." He said, then started going through the contents of the phone. The songs were definitely not his, the messages, phonebook contacts, pictures—it was unquestionably not his phone.
"Hello?" she checked if there was still anyone on the other line.
"Okay, so I think this isn't my phone." he said, a bit confused.
"Obviously." she said, "So how do I get it back?"
"Hmmm, well if you give me your address, I can have it brought there." he offered.
"No. I don't think I like the idea of having some random person get my address." she refused, "How about I meet you somewhere or something?"
There was a pause. Joe thought for a while, "Well I'm not just some random guy, I'm some random guy who has your phone." He paused, "Wait, this is not some sneaky plan to get to meet up with me, is it?" He was not so sure that he would want to meet up with the girl. It is not that he is being arrogant or anything to that effect, he just knows that it isn't easy to out in the public.
"Look I just want my phone back, okay?" she said impatiently, "If you are so anxious about meeting up then ask someone else to give it to me. I just need it as soon as possible."
Joe brightened up at the idea, "Okay then."
The conversation went on, they both agreed to meet at the Starbucks near the football field where the Jonas Brothers had their charity concert the previous night.
As soon as Joe hung up, he went to look for his phone. He found it a couple of minutes after. He looked almost everywhere, and found it in the pocket of his pants. He called one of their drivers and asked if he could drop off the phone to where he and the girl and he agreed.
While waiting for Ricky (their driver), Joe mindlessly played with the two phones, juggling them with one hand as he slouched on the couch. When Ricky got there, for the phone Joe instantly got up and handed him one of the N95s.
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Krisha waited at one of the outside tables of Starbucks, looking at every guy passing through her. She must have looked stupid, following everyone with her gaze. But then again she did not really care; all she wanted was to get her phone back. She would look hopeful every time someone looked lost or seemingly looking for someone, but would groan or blow bubbles into her green tea frappe every time they would finally see who they were looking or waiting for. She closely resembled someone who's been set up for a blind date and is flippantly waiting for the mystery person. She thought it was stupid not having asked for what the person would look like.
After what seemed like forever, an old man went up to her then asked, "Krisha Venturi?"
"You have my phone?" she asked, cutting the chase, while trying not to sound too rude.
The man smiled then nodded as he handed her the phone. She thanked her then excused her self because she said she needed to go.
Krisha was just relieved to get her phone back. After all, she forced her self to wake up as early as ten in the morning (oh yes, that was really so much of a sacrifice for her), just so she's get to call her phone first thing in the morning.
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