AN: I'm sorry I haven't been doing my usual 8-9 Am posts. Yesterday I met with my Communications project group so early it wasn't even funny (why does everyone but me want to wake up at an ungodly time on holidays???), and today I had a Biology test (my worst subject, no question about it). And I was determined to do better than Sushi Boy (He's so smart, it's annoying…and also strangely hot…god, I love him…except I don't). This chapter is a little rushed because writing it I was like Blah…exhaustion. I hope you all got more sleep than me yesterday though!

believeinlove08: I know! I haven't met another Bay State Lollie yet! The books are amazing, I highly recommend them, they're a little clothes whoring but the writing is impeccable. I do hate that Disney never has consistency…I mean Lackson coming off We're All on this Date Together, WTF? She was thinking of a certain Jonas with especially curly hair. I can't watch the duet enough, or the vid of them recording it. I'm glad you're deciding to be more open-minded to slash. I never got into it before this year, and I don't like slashslash really still. I think I get femslash more…dunno. Transformers is great, and Dark Knight…gah, so indescribably perfect. Finding Neverland is my personal fave of the three I gave yesterday though.

Kiss 11: Chuckle Buddy

Usually I'm creeped out when I find a fan in my dressing room, and I scream for Big Rob so fast it's not even funny. It might have had something to do with the fact that I didn't know she was there to begin with−I was just about to start changing when I found her−and I've always liked surprises. The six-year-old in me still loves a secret birthday party every year, even though I get one…every year and there isn't really much that's secret or surprise about it. Except last year my girlfriend−whoops, ex-girlfriend−came in from New Jersey just to wish me a happy 21st. That was pretty awesome.

It wasn't her, the fan in my room. This girl walked out from around the corner just as I'd started to unbutton my shirt, eating vanilla wafers from Kraft services. She froze in her tracks when she saw me, her blue eyes getting wide. After a few seconds she sighed, looking at the ceiling before laughing. She had a beautiful laugh, all merry and bell-like. "I'm so sorry," She apologized, her long blond hair falling onto her shoulder despite being in a ponytail. "Oliver pushed me in here thinking this was Joe's room and then ran off to find Demi." I wondered who Oliver was briefly but then a bag was thrust into my face, "Vanilla wafer?" She smiled, her teeth were straight and her smile didn't give me the feeling that she was going to strangle me with one of my scarves or shoelaces or anything. So I took a vanilla wafer, sitting down on my couch. And I motioned for her to take the seat next to me.

"Did you like the concert?" I asked, munching on the cream filled cracker.

She nodded, and with her mouth still full mumbled, "It was awesome, especially that little pyrotechnic display at the end." I loved doing things with fireworks, except I always got the urge to reach out and touch them which I knew we weren't supposed to do. I mean if I did that'd probably be the end of my run in the business because I'd become uninsurable and every magazine in the country would have the headline, 'Kevin Jonas injured in concert finale, bringing ADD in show business into question'. I figure I'll wait until Joe's gets the best of him and then do it, I mean I'm sure whatever I do will pale in comparison to him. Sometimes not being the heartthrob has its advantages. Like if this girl was with him she'd be trying to jump his bones, instead I got to have a perfectly nice conversation with…uh…

"What's your name?" I inquired, leaning my head back against the top of the couch.

She perked up all the sudden, as if I had just said something really interesting. She was sitting Indian style facing me now, "Lilly," She breathed excitedly.

"And you're friend…" Owen…Oscar…

"Oliver," She supplied cheerily.

"Oliver," I repeated, cursing her slightly for saying it. I knew that. "He's not gonna like try to rape Demi or anything is he?"

She chuckled so hard I had to join in. She was so beautiful laughing like that, her eyes were like little oceans and her hair shone so much…it was so silky and so…I pulled my hand away from where it was gravitating towards her sandy strands. I think I've established my problem with ADD. Shiny things draw way too fascination to me, I'd gotten into relationships that way before. And this girl couldn't have been older than sixteen. "Oliver's fine, trust me," She grinned, and I knew she was watching his scene with my sister-like friend in her mind. "He's more likely to stutter about how pretty she is and then fall and hit his head."

I had to snicker at that, it was an entirely Nick-like thing to do. "Besides, she's not blond. He just gets bored easily." I was going to ask if they were some weird couple that swung or something but decided against it. Sure she was blond, but it was more likely he was obsessed with her. She was too normal to swing. At least I think…I don't really know any swingers.

"So you like Joe?" I asked. He always got the coolest girls. One time this girl in New York spread out like a million rose petals on the Rockefeller Center skating rink to read 'Marry me, Joe'. I, on the other hand, got the forty-seven-year-old-pervert who showed up on the tour bus naked except for my favorite guitar. It's nice sometimes, being the brother with the least crazed fans. It allows you to live a normal life and actually meet you who like you for you. Of course, you also miss people like this. Who may have semi-stalker tendencies but are also gorgeous, smart, and you can see yourself laughing with over stupid things for years to come. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic. I believe in fate, like maybe it was fate that she ended up here with me instead of with him.

She shrugged, and she gave me this sly little grin, "It was more the idea of sneaking backstage that drew me in. And then the adrenaline rush when we got past your mom and Frankie that kept me here." She tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear, and I noticed she was wearing earrings with little green hearts on them. I looked at the rest of her outfit, she was wearing a dress that was a nice deep green and could just barely be considered casual. It had a punk edge though, with its asymmetrical cut and the jean jacket with the little skulls above the pocket she'd paired with it. She looked like she was on a date, a date she'd been waiting for. "I actually wanted to go to McDonald's and annoy our friend Miley whose Dad's making her work drive through until she learns," She made air quotes, "The value of money."

"So how did you get back here without getting noticed?" She played with the hem of her dress nervously.

"We kinda…uh, said we were David Henrie and Selena Gomez." I couldn't help but collapse into a fit of giggles. And she obviously felt the same way. We both sank off the side we laughed so hard. My stomach ached from the lack of air and I held it gingerly. I looked over at her and her face was like an inch away from mine. I suddenly sobered up. She smelled like apple pie and vanilla, and this time I didn't fight my urge to reach out and touch her hair. It was just as smooth and perfect as it looked.

"You know…I'm glad I snuck into the wrong place." And she closed the gap, and I felt her soft lips on mine, slow and hesitant, as if I would change my mind and push her away.

The door crashed open and we jumped, I got a view of a boy with floppy brown about her age standing in the door way covered in tomato sauce. He didn't have to speak for me to know he was the Oliver boy she'd been talking about. He did anyways. Well…he didn't so much speak so much as scream. "Lillian Marie Truscott!" She jumped a mile, the way I do when my parents yell at me. "What in fucking Hell are you doing?"

The next thing I knew, our moment was over. She was up and next to him at the door glaring. "Don't you middle name me, Oliver Oscar Oken!" He shrunk down, and it was obvious there was no power struggle between them, she was in charge and that was final. "Just because Demi rejected you−"

"She did not!" He looked a great deal too offended, probably because it came from her. "I just happened to walk in as she was changing and that's not even the one you like!" He pointed accusingly at me. "Hi," He shot bitterly at me and gave a little wave. "Speaking of which, we should probably go because we have about ten seconds until security gets here to kick me out!" He grabbed her hand and she kicked him in the shin.

"Don't tell me what to do, Oliver!" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.

"But Lilly−" He whined, rolling his head in exasperation.

"There he is!" Demi shouted, standing in the doorway wrapped in a robe. Joe was behind her looking pissed, and so was Big Rob. "That's the pervert who was in my dressing room!"

Lilly's face dropped, and I realized that I probably wouldn't get to laugh with her again. She grabbed Oliver's hand and tugged him towards the window. "Bye Kevin!" She offered, smirking and waving before climbing out.

"See ya," Oliver offered dryly, following her.

"You know them?" Demi demanded, looking disgusted with me.

I laughed, and she got that bitchy 'I'm a teen superstar' look on her face. "Aren't they great?" I asked smugly.

She made an "Urrgh!" noise and stormed out of the room, and so did Joe, shooting me dirty looks as he went.

Big Rob stayed, and took the vanilla wafers that she'd been holding. "They seemed pretty cool." He shot me a knowing smile.

"Yeah, they were." A riot.

AN: Worst chapter ever. I can't get Kevin, would anyone of you happen to know anything about his personality farther than being kinda effeminate? There's another chapter with him after this and I would like for that to be slightly less painful to read. So today's question is, who makes you laugh the hardest?

Next chapter: Kiss 12: Wear a Bikini, Get a Free Churro