Standing in the Rain
by greendayfreak8
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers (if I did, I would keep them in my closet and feed them once a day) or JONAS (If I did, Macy and Joe would've kissed by now). I do, however own the plot.
Joe's POV:
Dancing with Stella was nice. She didn't exactly move to the beat but that didn't matter.
It wasn't at all bad until I saw Macy.
She was dancing with this jerk from school Josh or Joshua or Joshzilla. I'm not sure.
Her head was on his chest. Her eyes closed. They both moved slowly to the music.
Suddenly I felt nauseous. I wanted to Smack my baseball bat into the back of Joshzillas head.
It was really hard to keep my eyes on the two of them cause I still had to dance around with Stella.
When I could finally see them again Macy had stretched onto her toes whispering in Joshzillas ear. He smiled, bowed down and kissed her cheek. She blushed and whispered something else in his ear. He nodded in a hideously smartass way. Then he laid a hand on her back and led her towards the door.
"Why are Macy taking of already?" I asked Stella.
"She's got a soccer game tomorrow." I sighed in relive. THANK YOU GOD! It really does help to have a little faith in that old guy.
"What's with that strange look?" Stella looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
"Oh... It's really nothing. I just like being Christian."
"You really are the strangest person in this country." She smiled and laid her head back on my chest.
I smiled too.
2 hours later:
Cleaning up really is the back side of the party.
I was exhausted after the long day. I could see that Kevin, Nick and Stella felt the same.
It really does work to work together. And to make a game out of cleaning up.
We'd put three bags for garbage. And then we had to hit them from a certain distance. I won. After all I'm the best at sports.
When we finally could crawl into bed I fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up the next morning I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't remember what I had dreamt but I knew it was the dream that had caused the butterflies.
I tried all morning to figure out what I had dreamt. But when it came to dinner I gave up. Nothing were gonna make me remember.
Nick elbowed me.
"Are you hung over or something?"
"NO!" I jumped up. "I didn't drink anything yesterday!"
"He's daydreaming." Kevin interrupted from the armchair he sat in.
"No. I was not daydreaming! I was just... Trying to remember my dream."
"Well what was it about?" Nick asked. I threw a magazine in his direction.
"Bad joke." Kevin commented.