lol nerdfighter

drama.

nick's back.

I dressed in a pair of bright red skinny jeans and my old 'NerdFighter' T-shirt. I wore my black high top converse. I didn't do anything special to myself. I was in no mood to after the morning I had. I waited patiently downstairs for everyone to get ready. After a while of waiting, Miley, Oliver and Peter appeared and the four of us drove to Joe's house. Kevin answered the door and let us in. He and Miley hugged. Kevin called Peter adorable and Peter made a smartass remark. As usual.

I found Joe and we sat down on the couch together. After a while of talking, Frankie came down and joined us. Its seemed as though Frankie and Joe had created a bond of some kind. It was cute. I think Joe was still getting used to Frankie being older than him. I know I was. It was also incredibly strange admitting to myself I had developed a small crush on Frankie. Yes. On Frankie. The little boy I used to baby sit for money when I was 14. I had a small crush on. But, I did still really like Joe. I guess its just cause Frankie was sweet and really cute and charming and

SHUT UP, LILLY!

Yes. I know. I'm a total freak for having a crush on Frankie. Ignore my weird. So after a while, Kevin came into our conversation. We were talking about school anyway.

"Why does Jenny hate you so much?" I asked Kevin.

"Jenny Clark?" Frankie asked. I nodded and he laughed. "She was the girl who was in my math class last year, right?" Kevin nodded.

"Yes." Kevin said. "I think because I wouldn't teach her college classes." he said laughing. "And she had to stay in the same math class this year."

"Hehe, yeah."

"So, Frankie. Since when did you become Mr. Perfect." Frankie blushed.

"Oh… that."

"Yeah. Jenny was talking about you and she basically listed your accomplishments. 4.3 GPA, Star of all the sports teams, drama, and the music departments. All that."

"Yeah… I don't really follow that stuff anymore."

"What's your major at Temple then?" I asked. Frankie blushed again. Kevin smiled and pointed to the wall where there was a painting of some harbor with tons of sail boats and flags. It was amazing.

"He's a painter." Joe and I did double takes to the painting.

"Frankie, you did that!" I asked. He nodded modestly.

"Yeah… I just couldn't find what I wanted to do in high school, so I did everything. I applied to every college that made sense to me. It wasn't until the summer before school started that I picked up painting and totally fell in love with art." he said.

"Wow… that's beautiful." I said.

"Yeah. And now my arm is magical."

"Is not." Kevin said sarcastically

"Wanna bet?" Frankie responded setting out his arm in arm wrestling mode.

"Yes. I do." They locked hands and began. The doorbell rang again. "Joe… can you get that?" Kevin asked, struggling against Frankie in the arm wrestling match. Joe nodded and walked toward the door. I followed. Joe was half watching Frankie and Kevin wrestle while he opened the door. Its swung open to reveal a man standing there with a woman on his arm. He had short dark brown hair and tired, brown eyes. He looked familiar, but not at the same time. The young woman who stood there had long, light red hair and ocean blue eyes. She seemed more stimulated by being here.

Within seconds from the time the man who stood there and Joe locked eyes, the man collapsed to the ground. Joe, the woman and I all kneeled to him.

"Honey? Are you ok?" the woman cried to the collapsed man. I stood up and looked back inside.

"Oliver! Come here! We need your help!" I yelled. Oliver ran to us and saw the man unconscious on the doorstep. Oliver and Kevin who took the man inside and placed him on the couch. Oliver took his pulse and such. He said that the man was fine, and would wake up momentarily. Oliver said he passed out from shock. Shock of what? Who was this man? Joe, Frankie and I stood in the corner of the room away from the traffic of the red haired woman and the rest o the Jonas family.

"Frankie, who is that?" Frankie was silent. He just stared at the man on the couch with a worried look. Kevin and the Red haired woman came up to us.

"Frankie, its nice to see you again." The woman said.

"You too, Melinda." Frankie said with a smile. I pulled Kevin aside.

"Kevin, who is that?" He also didn't tell me.

"You and Joe need stay back here until after he wakes up." was all he said. I nodded and stood next to Joe quietly. After another minute or two, Kevin went back over to the man and sat next to him. I saw the man's eyelids peak and him wake up. Joe and I took a step farther back. Frankie joined Kevin.

"Frankie? Kevin… what happened…"

"You passed out." Kevin said.

"How?"

"Well, Joe answered the door. Oliver said it was from shock." Frankie added.

"Wait… what?"

"Joe. He answered the door and you passed out." Kevin said.

"Who's Joe?" He asked.

"Joe. Your older brother? Joe Jonas." Frankie said. He gave them both looks as if they were totally insane.

"Who answered the door, Kevin. Seriously." Frankie and Kevin glanced at each other and the back to the man. Kevin turned to Joe and waved him over. Joe pulled me along with him, edging toward the man on the couch. The man jumped up and pointed at Joe with a terrified look. "What the fuck is going on, Kevin. Frankie? What is---"

The man was silent. "Joe?" the man finally choked out after a second. Joe nodded.

"Who are you?" Joe asked. I was eager to know as well.

"You're… alive?"

Wait... is that...Nick Jonas?

"Nick?" Joe asked in disbelief. Nick nodded. He walked up to Joe and gave him a huge hug. Joe accepted the hug. He, too, hadn't seen his brother in a while. Nick and Joe broke out of the hug and Nick looked to me.

"Lilly? You had…" He asked me. I nodded and smiled. Miley, Oliver and Peter along with Mr. and Mrs. Jonas came into the room.

"Nick!" Miley cried out. She and Nick hugged. He shook hands with Oliver and got insulted by Peter. Usual stuff.

After we ate dinner, Nick was talking to Oliver, Frankie, Joe and I.

"So how are you guys adjusting to everything?" He asked.

"I'm ok. I don't have to worry about accidentally stealing your socks anymore." Joe mocked. Nick lowered his eye brows.

"What?"

"You used to kill me whenever I'd steal your socks." Nick didn't remember.

"It was ten years ago, Joe. I don't exactly remember everything."

"God. Why does everyone we know have to be so old." I said.

"Lilly!" Miley said warning me about my 'manners'. She started to do that recently.

"See!" I said pointing to Miley. Everyone laughed.

"Do you remember the Nick J. Show?" Joe asked. Nick thought for a second.

"Was that the thing were you kept hitting me on the head?" He asked.

"Yes! See! I'm not crazy…" Joe said.

"Its not that your crazy, Joe. You just don't have ten years worth of memories clogging it up." Nick said. I laughed.

"So what have you been up to, Nicholas? Eh?" I asked in a Canadian accent for some reason. (LOLZ)

"Erm… I'm a producer at Universal."

"Universal?

"Yeah. I produce and write for them. Help the tweenies of the time make music for their own kind."

"Don't people just write their on music?" Joe asked.

"Of course not. They might break a nail."

"Work with guys then." Joe said.

"I am…" Nick said annoyed

"Wow…"

"Yeah…" he turned to Oliver. "So… What have you been up to, Oliver?"

"I'm a doctor."

"No, really."

"How come its that hard to believe I'm a doctor. Honestly." Oliver announced.

"Maybe cause you spent almost half of your childhood in the hospital and you should be completely sick of them by now." I shot at Oliver.

"And that's my fault?" He said referring to the man times I have pushed him off the dunes at the beach and all the times I whapped him to hard.

"Yes! It is! Maybe if you weren't such a doughnut all the time, I wouldn't have to push you!" I said.

"That's weird…" Frankie said. Oliver and I turned to him.

"What is?" Oliver asked.

"Your like… 25.. She's like.. 15... that's weird…"

"Yeah. And so is that fact that I used to baby-sit you." I said to Frankie.

"Touché…" He said.