DISCLAIMER: Jonas Brothers are not mine, no matter how much I wish.

A/N: Hey buddies! I hope you all are enjoying your lives. :) Okay, I'm trying to update as soon as humanly possible, but try and keep it in your pants for a while because I do now have limited computer time (parent trouble). So keep reading!

Nick's POV

Grace's laughter seemed to echo through my ears as Kevin held down her thin arms while Joe tickled her small waist. She was practically shrieking. Scratch that. She was shrieking. I laughed as she begged me to save her.

"No way babe. You're putting on a great show."

"Nicholas Jonas! Get over here and-" Her demanding words were cut short as Joe moved his fingers up her side making her laugh uncontrollably.

"Helppppp meeeee!" she laughed. Were those tears forming in her eyes?

"Okay guys. She's had enough. You can release her." My older brothers shot me a look.

"You ruined our fun." they both replied in unison. All I did was smile. Grace was still in shock when Kevin released her from his grasp. A tear was wiped away by her hand as she sat up and glared at the three of us. Kevin chuckled as Grace hit Joe with a pillow.

"Gurl. Puh-lease. I know you just didn't hit me." Joe snapped his fingers in the air as he spoke. A smiled crept across Grace's pale face as she hit him once more.

Whilst laughing at the two, Kevin was ambushed by the fury of my own pillow. With hair tussled from the hit, Kevin returned fire with a couch cushion. This was war.

Grace's POV

I yawned lazily and stretched my arms in the air. The Jonas' suite was littered with pillows, pizza crusts leftover from dinner, and couch cushions. After the pillow fight of a lifetime, Joe, being the pig that he was, ordered three large pizzas, each with the same cheese and pepperoni toppings. I wasn't complaining, and neither was my grumbling stomach.

"You guys. It's like," I had to squint my eyes to see the numbers blinking on the alarm clock next to me.

"Three o'clock in the morning." Kevin finished my sentence as he plopped down in the chair next to me.

"Yeah. I'm gonna hit the hay." My words were slurred from exhaustion. Heading toward the door, someone grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To bed?"

"No, no. You're spending the night here."

"You guys were actually serious?"

"Of course! When am I, Joseph Jonas, never serious?"

I rolled my eyes, but gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and plopping back down next to Kevin in my previous seat. With sleep building up beneath my eyes, I glanced around at the three beds. Yes. There were actually three king sized beds in one hotel room. Don't you just love the Pent House?

"Where am I gonna sleep?" I asked through another yawn.

"You can have my bed. I'll take the couch." Nick piped up.

"Aw. Thank you Nick." I didn't necessarily feel bad since the royal blue couch in the far corner was about the size of a single bed. He smiled brightly, but the look on his face screamed, "I NEED SLEEP!". You could most definitely tell this poor boy was tired.

With a content sigh, I fell down on the mattress and stared up at the blood red ceiling. This room could really make a gal tired! A few silent minutes later, my eyes surrendered to the gloriousness that was sleep.

"Grace. Grace." I could hear a familiar voice whispering my name. Damn it. Why can't you let me sleep?

Reluctantly, I slowly opened my eyes to see a certain Kevin Jonas standing by my bedside with nothing on but a pair of flannel pants. Woah. Hello dreamy. I thought as my eyes scanned his bare chest. Oh those muscles. Could I touch them? Please let me touch them!

"What do you need?" my voice was slow and slurred, but my heart was beating so fast I was afraid it would burst. Kevin smiled.

"I had a bad dream."

Oh really?

"Aw. Poor baby. Do you need to sleep with me?" I asked, sounding as if I was speaking to a two-year-old.

"Yes." Kevin croaked. What a faker.

Rolling my eyes, I lifted the corner of the covers while Kevin slid in.

Bravely, I turned over to face him, my heart beating a thousand miles a minute. He smiled and scooted closer to me. I could feel his feet and legs pressed against mine, and I swear I stopped breathing when he touched his forehead to mine and wrapped his toned arms around my waist, pulling out bodies closer still.

"Goodnight." I whispered.

"Goodnight beautiful." Kevin's voice was barely a whisper, but very, very audible to my ears, and his soft lips pressed against mine were greatly noticed as my eyelids fluttered shut.