A/N: I don't own the Jonas Brothers so stop rubbing it in! haha. I wish I could possibly own Joe.
The next day, Krisha woke up with the sun fiercely hitting her face through the curtains. She had slept in again. She cannot remember what time she fell asleep but it was already in the morning, probably between hour and five in the morning. She glanced at the wall clock across the room, it read one in the afternoon. That was more like it. It was the time she usually wakes up when her sister does not barge in to her room, screaming and jumping on her bed.
She got up to brush her teeth and simpered at her reflection on the mirror. She have forgotten to remove her eyeliner and it had now smudged faintly on her face. Her hair was also messed up, she had a bad case of bed head. It was then that the phone vibrated, making a rumbling noise against her bedside table. She did not seem to care. She took her morning shower.
While she is not so conscious about looking good, she can be a hygiene freak which means she always takes long showers in the morning. She cannot take a shower any less than forty-five minutes—well unless there was a screaming Kyla hurrying her up. But today, she took her time like she wanted to, enjoying how the cold shower felt as it crawled down her body. It was perfect for California's humid summer mornings.
When she stepped out of the shower, she just sat on her bed still adequately wet and wrapped in her dark blue towel. The wetness of her untidy hair seeped into her covers as it dripped.
The phone vibrated again, there was a new message. She looked over it and she had five new messages and four missed calls all from one number—her number. Only then did she realize that she was supposed to meet with the Joe Jonas guy that afternoon. It was five minutes past two. She was already five minutes late. She shrugged her shoulders, and then looked over the messages. All five messages basically said the same thing; that he was waiting for her outside Starbucks and is wondering if she stood him up again.
I forgot and I almost just
got up. Be there in a few.
She hit send, went to make a quick call to get a cab. Then, she went over her closet to get dressed. She grabbed the usual dark colored tee and jeans. This time, it was a black Byzantine shirt, paired with gray semi-flared jeans that was torn at the hemline and just right under the right knee. She put on a pair of customized Chuck Taylors from the Store Without a Name, it has stuff scribble all over it, and a few images of guitars, the words Zao, Byzantine, Lamb of god, AFI and a whole bunch of other things that has to do the bands that she liked. There was also an image of Einstein sticking his tongue out on the left shoe and of a malnourished Gandhi on the right. She snatched her leather cuff on her way out and sped downstairs. She was just about to get out of the door when she remembered she does not have the phone. She dashed back up and grabbed the phone from on top of her desk then went down. She had the cab waiting.
She got it, it was really just a quick ride. It was just a few blocks away. She plugged her ears with her earphones as usual, as she endured the quiet ride. In a matter of minutes she was already at the square. She lazily got off the cab, and walked her way to Starbucks. The sun was piercing her skin and she was feeling really hot despite the cool clothes that she was wearing.
She looked around at the tables outside. She was not sure what the guy would look like, until she was able to see a guy who had his back turned to her. He was the only one who did not have any company and he was flipping an N95 on his hands. She walked over the guy uncertainly.
He looked up at her, it took a while before it registered, "Hey." He greeted.
"Finally." She said, looking over at her phone, "So, can I have my phone back now?" she asked, trying not to sound too rude while reaching her hand to it. He looked at him a bit weirded out with his outfit. He was wearing a light blue button down and girls' skinny jeans, a pair of oversized shades and a hat. Wih this temperature, he should be sweating like a pig right now. She shrugged it off, then waited for him to hand over the phone.
Joe jerked his hand back, then slipped the phone into his pocket. Krisha gave him a questioning look and he simply smiled, "Not just yet."
"Just give it back." she snapped.
He grinned and acted as if he had not heard her. He stood up and started towards the door. He noticed that she was not following her, so he looked back at her then waved the phone teasingly. She groaned and followed him inside.
He lined up and she stood right next to him, "What do you want?"
"Green tea frappe, grande." She said, then handed him a few bucks.
He took it not wanting to argue about who was supposed to pay. But it struck him, girls he usually goes out with waits for him to pay, she did not.
When he was asked for his order, the barista the counter, he got two green tea frappoccinos one was Grande and another was a Venti. Then he added a blueberry cheesecake.
"Hungry much?" she asked before she could stop herself while they where waiting.
"Have a problem with that much?" he said, imitating her.
Krisha roller her eyes and reached for both their frappes as the barista called out Joe's name. Joe was already holding the plate of muffin, ash offered to help her with their drinks but she motioned towards a booth at the back end.
They sat opposite each other. She was being too silent again, which made Joe uncomfortable. So he decided to speak out the first thing that came to his head, "You know, this is the most quiet first date ever."
Krisha raised an eyebrow at him, looking up from her frappe. Apparently, Joe had crumbs of muffin on his lower lip, which made her smirk at him "That would be 'cuz you're holding up my phone."
"You know you love it."
"Confident much?"
"Love it much?"
"Whatever." She said, "Just give back my phone after this."
"We'll see about that."
Krisha let out a sigh. She did not get him, why was he being so irritating? Why could he not just give back her phone and she could retreat to her usual day and lock herself upstairs in her room?
"So how come you're wearing those insanely big shades and that hat?" she asked all of a sudden.
He looked at her as if she were crazy, "Uhm…because I'm Joe Jonas?"
"And so?" she asked innocently.
"And so I cannot get seen in public."
"Why not?" she continued to ask, like one of those kids who would ask questions after questions.
"You don't have any idea who I am, do you?" he asked.
She looked at him a bit confused, "You said you're Joe Jonas, that's as far as I know. Am I supposed to know you- know you?"
Joe was just surprise. It was not like popularity have already gotten all the way up his head, it was just that she was used to interacting with people who actually knows them; who'd scream his name in concerts; who adores him. "Jonas Brothers, does that ring a bell?" he asked, after all she went to their concert.
"Oh." she said, "Oh, right. She said again trying to figure what she was supposed to say next. It was not that she was star struck; she just did not know how to act with those sorts of people. It was the exact reason that she and her sister rarely ever get along. She did not like pop culture; and popularity was overrated.
"Oh." he smirked, imitating her again.
"Then why are you here and not doing—er—I dunno—popular people stuff?" she asked.
He chuckled at her choice of words, "Popular people stuff? Well, I guess because I'm currently taking a break from popularity."
"Oh." she said again.
"Oh is right." He said. He thought that there was something weird about her reaction, it was like she being cautious because he was popular, yet she did not really act as if she cared much about popularity—almost like she hated it. "Are you done?" he finally said after taking the last sip of his frappe and stuffing the rest of the muffin into her mouth.
He noticed that she still had some frappe left, but she had not been touching it for the last few minutes so he figured maybe she was done. She nodded, "Uh-huh. So can I get my phone back now?"
"Nuh-uh." he said playfully just to get a reaction.
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide, with a trace of frustration, and by surprise she leaned over and hit him on the arm.
He laughed, "Violent much?"
She made a face, "Don't imitate me, it's not cool."
"Probably not, but you know you love it."
"Do not!"
"Do too."
Krisha was off guard. His annoying sense of humor was pushing her to her limit. She has almost completely forgotten about her apathetic and unbreakable façade and he was getting her to react.
"Just give me my phone back so I can go." she said.
He pouted like a five year old, "Awh, you want to leave me already?"
"Trying to be cute?" she snapped at him.
"I knew you find me cute!" he beamed, completely twisting her words.
"That is so not what I said, but whatev. The dictionary defines cute as ugly but pleasing to look at." She said, stressing out the word ugly.
"It does? And did you just call me ugly?" he cocked his head to the side.
"Yes it does. And no, I think you just made me agree that you're cute." she grinned.
"What, you don't want your phone back anymore?" he said, pretending that it was what he heard.
She groaned, "Blackmailer."
He faked a gas and looked around, 'Who? Me? That is such a terrible accusation." He matched it with a mock frown of frustration.
"C'mon, just give back my phone." she whined.
"Two things then, tell me your name and I'll drive you home." He grinned, "You owe me that much."
She hesitated, her mind battled between having her just getting this over with (and getting her phone back) and wondering what he was possibly up to.
"So?" he said expectantly.
"Fine. I'm Krisha." she said halfheartedly, then stood up and motion towards the door, "Are you coming or what?"
"Aren't you the excited one?" he grimaced.
"Do not flatter yourself." She retorted.
He held his hands up parallel to his face, as if trying to shield himself, "Don't hate on me."
Krisha rolled her eyes and waited for him to lead the way to his car.
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The ride home was all too awkward for Joe. He had a few attempts to start a conversation, but with her answering him with, 'Mhms' and 'Yeahs' they really were not going anywhere. He let out a groan once when he finally got her to talk a bit more than her usual one to three-word-replies, but it was just a sharp comeback. She was really good at this—shutting him off and making him fall into his face; he has never had this problem with girls. Usually, when they act all eloquent and hard to get, his charms would just work on hyper drive. IT never failed—until now.
A/N: I think that was long. Was it boring though? ) I'D STILL LIKE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Reviews make me ecstatic:) and I'm not fishing for just praises either, constructive crit and suggestions are very much welcome. I'm hoping to hear from you guys soon! Love love 3
