a/n: YO! :D You guys = best readers EVER! Wow, I got FIVE reviews in like half an hour. I was so happy ;D. So, yeah. Here it is. Chapter 12. Just a quick question: Do you want this story to go on for a long time, or stop soon? :D Be HONEST, please! :D
Joe's Point Of View:
I bumped into Kevin on my way down the stairs. "Sorry," we both apologized in unison. We laughed at our foolishness. Then, we heard a faint singing voice and a guitar. "Nick." We both smiled and went to check out what he was doing. We opened the door to his bedroom.
"Have you guys heard of knocking?!" He snapped.
"Geez, sorry!" Kevin huffed.
"What'cha doing?" I asked, looking at his guitar.
"Nothing." He replied plainly, "I was just putting my guitar away."
"Wait. YOU were playing a guitar?!" Kevin asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Nick asked, creasing her brow and pressing his lips into a straight line.
"Nothing. I guess it's a good thing. Anyways, whatever. We thought we heard you sing." Kevin explained, turning on his heel to leave the room.
Nick suddenly called to us, "Wait! Do you guys…wanna hear what I wrote?"
Kevin and I stared at each other in shock. "I don't believe this!" I smiled as we sat down beside Nick.
"Joe. Inhale. Exhale. It's just a song, for crying out loud!" Nick groaned.
"Yes, but it's a Nick Jonas song. Your songs are always amazing!" I reassured him.
Nick sighed and played 'Sorry'. It was unbelievable to watch my brother sing a song to us, something he hadn't done in over 4 years.
"That was beautiful," Kevin grinned.
"Stop being gay, Kevin!" Nick whined.
"What?!" Kevin yelled, he punched Nick in the stomach playfully.
Nick clenched his stomach and looked up at Kevin, his top lip curved over his teeth, and that immature, carefree, playful smile was there. Nick chased Kevin down the stairs, into our back yard. I sat on a sun chair, eating popcorn as I watch them play fight, while using my superior commentator skills.
"And Nick throws a punch at Kevin, and Kevin dodges it! This is getting aggressive, folks!" I smiled, 'commentating'.
Nick turned to me and smiled, "Hey, Joe, come here a sec," he grinned, curling his finger slightly, beckoning me over to him.
"No way! You guys will leave me with a broken neck! Then I won't be able to commentate. You guys go ahead without me. I'll just sit here."
Nick smirked at me, and smiled at Kevin.
"Oh no," I sighed.
Nick grabbed my legs and Kevin grabbed my arms, both of them pulling me off my comfortable sun chair.
"Guys put me down! I'm begging you!" I cried, but it was no use.
They threw me into the pool and a giant SPLASH surrounded me.
"You guys are so dead," I chuckled, pulling Kevin's leg into the pool, he fell in and screamed like a girl.
"Haha! Kevin screams like a girl!" Nick chanted in a sing-song voice tauntingly.
Kevin laughed and pulled Nick's leg into the pool, "SUCKER!" Kevin shouted triumphantly.
"Whatever," Nick grunted, he splashed me and Kevin in the face.
"You're so gunna pay for that!" I grinned, splashing a ton of water on Nick's hair.
Nick's smile suddenly disappeared from his face, his voice turned angry and he stared me, "Not. The. Hair!"
Kevin burst out laughing, he knew I was in for it. Mess with Nick's hair and you're dead me. And right there, I was the dead meat!
Nick got me in a headlock at smiled, "Apologize now, sucker. Or I'll take a photo of you sleeping with your thumb in your mouth and send it to Mitchie!" he threatened.
"You wouldn't!" I smirked.
"I would!" Kevin grinned, stepping out of the pool and showing me a picture of me…sleeping with my thumb in my mouth.
"No! No! Oh, I'm sorry! Sorry!" I cried.
Who am I kidding? These guys are my brothers. They aren't going to let me off easy.
Kevin smiled as he pressed the 'send' button. While also getting rid of my street cred. Nick finally let me go and we all sat, next to each other, on a sun chair.
"That right there, that little fight we had, was amazing." I grinned.
"Well, that's just brotherly love." Nick smirked.
Mitchie's Point Of View:
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out.
Staring at the picture in front of me, I burst out laughing. I showed Miley it and, she, too, burst out laughing.
"I love them brothers," I smiled, as I put my phone back into my pocket.
Miley blushed a little, "So do I."
I raised an eyebrow, speculating her peculiar behaviour. She always
blushed when Nick was mentioned.
"Ah. Is there a certain brother you like?" I asked.
Miley's face shot to the ground, "Mitchie!" she whined.
"What? There is?!" I asked, as my curiosity grew, the more I started to understand.
The tears wasted over him. The lies. The weird behaviour. The blushing. Isn't that all the symptoms of a girl falling in…love?
No, I told myself, no, no, and NO! This can't be true.
"Miles, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she replied.
"Do you—" I was cut off by a sudden knock on Miley's door.
Miley sighed, "Ask me later," she smiled, and went to answer the door. I followed her.
She opened it slowly, and then, the biggest, mushiest, craziest smiley plastered on her face.
