A/N: I don't own the Jonas Brothers but I wish I owned Joe. ENJOY!

She walked off and got home through a cab. She did not really have any plans or the rest of the day—except maybe go back to sleep 'til late that afternoon. The preceeding day had been tiring—going to the concert and fussing about losing her phone, then making her self get out of bed at ten in the morning, it was just too much. 'Talking about having so much of a life.' She muttered as she let herself fall into her bed. She was beat. The moment her body landed on her soft covers, she closed her eyes and slept almost instantly. She was in between that trance where she have already surrendered to sleep, but is still conscious of what was going on around her. She could still hear the faint sound that the air conditioning unit was making, and the sound of her sister's media player, piercing to the songs of her most adored Jonas Brothers from right across the hall.

It was then that she felt her phone vibrate from her front jean pocket. She groaned, then was amused when she heard a tone that was not familiar to her. "Hey, that is so not my ring tone." she groaned, "Great, he even took the liberty of changing my phone settings." She hissed groggily, thinking that the guy who found her phone—Joe—must have toyed with her phone while he had it.

Krisha did not bother opening the message. She was too tired, and not to mention also far too lazy to move. She did not want to open her eyes either.

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A couple of hours later, Krisha woke up suddenly. She yelped back, surprised to see her sister' face a few inches from hers "Kyla, what are you doing here?" she whined, "I didn't promise another trip to the mall, did I?"

"No…but your phone has been going crazy for the past few minutes." Kyla said pointing at Krisha's vibrating phone while smirking at her older sister.

Only then did Krisha become conscious of the tingling feeling on her hip bone, which suggested that the phone must really have been vibrating for a while. "Okay, okay I'm putting it on silent. Now get out of my room please. And lock the door behind you."

Kyla rolled her eyes. She never understood why her sister always wants being locked up in the room. Krisha rarely ever gets out of the house, let alone her room. She would just go down to the kitchen to get some water, or when she was hungry. Other than those circumstances, she' would be staying up in her room, facing her laptop or sometimes just lying on her back with her iPod plugged into her ears. "And I see you finally grew some sense of good music." she grimaced, as Krisha's phone continued to ring to the song Only Hope by Switchfoot.

Krisha just made a face at her sister, and then fell back into bed. She changed the setting of her phone and put it on silent. When she exited the settings menu, she saw a different wallpaper. Itsaid something like DJ Danga. 'What the heck did that dude do with my phone?' she thought.

It was then that she decided to go through the messages and missed call logs. First, the missed calls, there were seven. Except for one that says Mom, the rest were unregistered numbers. Then she opened the messages. There were four. The first two were marked unknown; the third was from Jack and the fourth from Alexa. She went through them one by one.

Congratulations on last night!

I thought you were great.

Kristy

Please call me back.

Bea

Hey dude, this hot chick

keeps bugging me about

you. What do you think?

Jack

Joe, I haven't heard from

you for the longest time.

Call me.

Alexa

Closing the last message, Krisha closed her eyes. It finally dawned to her. This was so not her phone. One, not so many unknown numbers would be calling and sending her messages. Two, she did not know anyone called Jack or Alex. She smacked her face with both her hands, "Oh man."

Quickly dialing her number with the wrong phone, she waited for it to ring. It rang for a while, then she was directed to her voicemail. She groaned then tossed the phone to the foot of her bed.

"Whatever. I have his phone anyways." she said, realizing that she was not really expecting anyone to send her a text message or call her—or at least she thought it would not be anything crucially important.

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The Jonas Brothers were practicing at home, but it was more like playing for the three. They just played their songs that they knew so perfectly well—after all they wrote them. After a few minutes, they became bored and decided to call it a day.

They only had a little over two weeks left of summer and do not have anything big booked for the next few days. They have been working their asses off, promoting their new album for the past month, not to mention the grueling tours. Now, they are finally rewarded with some time off.

Nick hurled a challenge on Guitar Hero 3 as he sat there, setting the game up. Both Kevin and Joe darted towards him, but Kevin beat Joe and picked the other guitar first. Joe made a funny face in protest, but Kevin just hit his brother at the back of the head.

While Nick and Kevin played, Joe kept protesting for his turn to play but the two were go into it that they chose just to ignore him.

"No fair! I want to play." he whined.

He tried to make do with just watching his brothers but he was getting extremely bored that he started to mindlessly play with his phone, which sat next to him in the couch. He was tossing it up, then catching it over and over. When he got bored with doing that, he decided to flip it open. He groaned. NO messages and only one missed call. That was a first. Usually, if he leaves his phone unattended for a while, it would be flooded with calls and messages.

He decided to check who has called him. It was an unregistered number. And it was his number. He smirked in confusion. 'Oh no', he thought as he realized what must have happened. He must have given Ricky the wrong phone. He sat up. At least he now had something to do.

He dialed his number, it rang and was picked up at the fourth ring, "Hello again." he said.

"Finally you realize." Krisha said.

"Mhm. So you want your phone back?" he smiled, "Maybe you can meet me at my house."

"No, I don't think so."

This is Joe Jonas by the way." Joe said, waiting for a high pitched scream or a shriek from the other line as it was the usual reaction that he gets. It was not that he was thought highly of himself, it was just that he was Joe Jonas. He knows who he was and how he makes girls scream and lose themselves.

The name sounded familiar but Krisha was not sure where and when she saw it or must have heard it. "No. I'd rather meet somewhere else."

Joe found it odd. That was not the reaction that he was fishing out for. But being himself, he was not easily going to be put down. He thought maybe the girl just did not want to come off as easy, "Same place as yesterday. See you in a few." He said then hung up.

"No, wait-", she protested but it was too late. "Oh great."

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