A/N: If you didn't notice, I really like updating this story SUPER FAST. Because it's already finished and I want to get it all out so I can start posting the SEQUEL (ohh yay! more about that next chapter). Uhm, yeah. It's almost over, by the way. Hope you like it. AND YEAH I KNOW Joe doesn't have sex. This is my world, and even though I do not own / know the Jonas Brothers, I'm just rollin' with it. Hope you likeeee itttt D.

I WANT YOU

"Here you go, Miss!" The burly bartender set down the frothy pink drink in front of me, only sloshing it slightly. I grabbed it quickly, forcing the sweet liquid down my throat. It only burned a little bit. After about four more, I should be fine.

It was the last day of the tour. We were in a club in Hollywood celebrating, all Joe's idea, mind you. It seemed like all of our closest friends were there. After a teary reunion with Ashley, we all decided it would be fun. Even Nick's girlfriend, Bella, came. My first meeting with her was actually really cool. She was around my height, with deep green eyes and shiny brown hair cut shoulder length. If you were to see us from the back, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Eerie.

So here I was, sitting at the bar of an overcrowded club, techno music surging through my body in weird vibrations. Alcohol would definitely be needed to survive this night. The fact that I had the beautiful Joe Jonas on my arm calmed me slightly, except when someone actually recognized him under the dark gray beanie and I was forced to get the backlash of his fans. Really though, after a week of being officially his (he'd even told a couple of interviewers), I was getting used to it.

"You look fucking amazing," Joe whispered into my ear. It was barely audible over the pounding music, but it still made me blush and my pulse soar. The feeling of his breath running down my neck as he whispered things I couldn't even comprehend was pushing me over the edge. I signaled for another drink, pushing Joe off me with a giggle.

"You aren't so bad yourself," I managed to yell, but it was to no avail. Joe's attention hard already been stolen away by some crazed fan with double-D's and a mini-skirt that barely covered her ass. Men, right?

I decided then it was best to let Joe do his thing. I kissed him lightly on the cheek, destined to find where my favorite Jonas boy had gone. Then I saw him and Bella sitting at a table, looking slightly bored and staring out into space. Damn the age limits, the poor kids didn't even look old enough. I walked over, placing my drink on the table and sitting down.

"How're you kids doing?" Bella rolled her eyes, a slight smile at the corner of her lips. Nick leaned into me, talking loudly.

"We'd be doing much better if we could get served."

"Yeah, well I doubt that's happening. What do you guys want?" Like I'd get in trouble for buying them alcohol. The moment the owner saw us, he called us a group of teenage superstars and claimed drinks were on him the whole night. Needless to say, we were all abusing that privilege.

"Jack and coke, and she'll have a vodka tonic." I nodded, getting the order and running up to the bar with it. I came back almost as quickly as I had gone, handing the two teens their drinks with a smile.

"Alright, I'm out. Bye guys!" I gave Bella a small wave, and leaned in to give Nick a short kiss on the lips. It was a simple goodbye kiss, and as soon as it was done, I went to find Joe again.

And found him I did, completely submerged in a conversation with two busty blondes with little to no clothing on. I knew Joe wouldn't cheat, that he was simply being nice, but I still felt jealousy to the very core. I smirked at the tramps before draping myself across Joe's lap and waving at them sarcastically.

"Joe's whore is back, you can leave now," I spoke in a sugary sweet tone before turning to Joe and kissing him fervently on the lips. The girls moved away with disgusted looks, but Joe just seemed to love this.

"I was dying for you to do that since you left," he muttered into my hair, kissing my temple. I just smiled, giggling as his hands ran up my hips. Suddenly, I felt the need to rip all of his clothes off.

"Let's get out of here," I spoke, grabbing Joe by the hand and tearing out of there faster then I could, basically running back to the apartment I shared with Ashley. And then I proceeded to do exactly what I wanted to, for the next three hours.

Being me is really fucking cool.

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I woke wrapped in my fifteen hundred thread count sheets, the spot next to me still warm. When my eyes finally fluttered open, Joe was nowhere to be found. He must have not wanted to wake me, I decided simply, standing and heading towards the shower.

After a scalding hot twenty-minute affair between the spacious four-person shower and myself, I decided it was probably best for me to head out and see who else was awake. Stumbling into the living room, I found myself face to chest with the oldest Jonas, a disapproving look on his usually beautiful face. Suddenly, I wished I were still in my bed, having dreams about the previous night.

"Good morning Kevin…" my greeting was hesitant as I fixed the over-sized towel currently protecting my small form. He just grunted, shaking his head as his lips curled.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His words were full of anger, even hate. I stepped back, completely shocked by this. Kevin had never acted this way to me, even when I left the first time.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what he's fucking talking about, Delilah!" Ashley rang in, screaming over him. Her anger seemed ten times worse then Kevin's. She let her head drop to her hands. What the fuck did I do?

"I really don't, actually," I defended weakly. Kevin just gave me a look of complete distaste. Suddenly, Joe appeared, walking out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and one of those stupid gossip magazines in hand. He tossed it at me, raising his eyebrows once before sitting on the over-stuffed couch. Ashley reached over and began rubbing his back. Suddenly, I was panic stricken as I turned over the glossy paper.

There, in big letters, was my name associated with the term "cheating floozy". I scanned the front quickly, looking at the picture of me, locking lips with Nick. That completely innocent kiss as I gave him his drinks. How could anyone actually think that we were doing something bad? And then I saw it. The little tag, stating simply that you could find more pictures inside.

I flipped to the article, reading over it quickly before surveying the pictures. They were all of Nick and Bella, making out like crazy on all different surfaces of the club. Except there was one problem, Bella's face was totally indistinguishable, and she looked strangely identical to me. Suddenly, everything clicked as my stomach dropped and I felt my knees going weak.

Joe seriously thought I cheated on him? With his own flesh and blood? And everyone else thought it too? I let the magazine drop from my hands, hitting the wooden floor with a light thud.

"That isn't me," I defended weakly, pointing at the magazine and taking a step back. "I would never cheat on you." I looked up at Joe, hoping to catch his eyes. As soon as I did, he looked away, hurt written all over his face.

"I warned you Dee. I said 'don't hurt my brother', and then, you go and fucking hurt him. How stupid are you, Delilah?" Kevin had never spoken to me like this before, and suddenly I felt like dying. It's pretty fucking horrible when the oldest, most understanding Jonas boy hated you.

"I didn't hurt him Kevin! That's Bella! It isn't me!" I was shouting through sobs, tears flowing through my eyes heavily. Suddenly, Ashley was at my side, holding me up. Only a moment ago, she was screaming at me. Suddenly, it felt as though I had her trust back. But that didn't matter as long as Kevin didn't believe me. When one Jonas doesn't believe, none of them will.

"I think we should probably talk, Dee," the voice came from the couch where Joe sat, his eyes rimmed in red. Had he seriously cried over me? I nodded solemnly, backing into my room as he followed. I closed the door, sitting on the edge of the bed. Obviously, I wasn't going to be getting comfortable.

"It's not me," I managed to get out before Joe started talking. He just scoffed, placing the cup of coffee on my dresser and sitting down at the other end of the bed. He was so far away, all I wanted to do was sink into the sheets with him and feel protected again.

"That's pretty good Dee, especially since the front fucking photo is obviously you. You're even wearing the same thing." I thought back to last night, wondering what I had worn. A simple black tank top, the same thing as Bella. Why did God want to smite me so bad?

"Joe, I would never cheat on you! Why don't you believe me?" I was shouting through my sobs again, wiping at my cheeks furiously to remove any sign of it.

"Because I have the proof right fucking there, Delilah!" Joe's anger was boiling up, and I could hear every bit of anger and betrayal in his tone. "I'm in love with you, Dee. You know that! And you go and fucking break my heart anyway. It's just like two years ago!"

What was I supposed to do to defend myself? It was obvious he wasn't going to believe me, no matter what. I just sighed, defeated.

"Joe, you don't understand how much I love you. That isn't me. It's Bella. Ask her yourself!"

"Yeah, that would work if she didn't leave town to go home last night, Nick going with her." So that's why the youngest Jonas wasn't sitting right next to me, explaining the whole situation. I felt my heart pop. I wished I had never gotten up this morning.

"I didn't cheat on you Joe."

"I don't believe you, Delilah!" Joe stood quickly, stomping over to the door. He flung it open, smashing it into the wall. I didn't even give it a second thought. Ashley was pacing back and forth across the doorway and Kevin was sitting on the couch, running his hands through his hair. "I'm leaving. Don't speak to me again." And with that, he was gone.