A/N: JOE IS MINE! growls and claws Okay fine he's not, but cut me some slack and stop reminding me. I don't own anything but this plot and my imagination and maybe some twisted sense of humor D
Krisha felt a cold shudder run across her entire body. She felt nervous. She did not know what she had gotten herself into. This was why she did not what Joe to call, she knew she would just get herself deeper into this thing. Not that she is complaining about it. Joe was everything that one would ask for. He never fails to make her feel special, but she cannot help but feel that something must be wrong. He cannot possibly really be all that, can he? There has to be something wrong about him just like everyone else that she trusted before and had let her down.
She closed her eyes and sighed. She could still feel her heart racing as she lay quietly on her bed. This was all too much for barely two weeks. She did not even know how to act like a girl friend, for fuck's sake!
"Why are you so quiet?" Joe asked after enduring the long silence.
"I don't know how to act." she answered sheepishly.
"How to act? Me neither, my acting is terrible." he joked, trying to lighten up the mood.
She chuckled lightly, "Trying to be funny?"
"And succeeded, you laughed." he pointed out.
"Fine." she said, "But you know what I mean. I'm not mushy, so I don't know how this boyfriend-girlfriend thing goes."
"You're doing perfectly well, Krisha." he assured her and quickly added, "I love you."
"And I like you a lot." She replied quietly.
"Well that was not exactly what I was hoping for, but close enough." he smirked.
"I just want to really really mean it when I finally say it, Joe and you better do too."
"I do. You know that, right?"
"I can't be sure."
"Well you have my word. I love you."
"I'll get there. We will."
"I know we will, and I'll be here." he smiled, "And although I think I've already overused used this sentence in the past few minutes, I love you Krisha."
She smiled, "How do you know that though? How do you know it is love?"
"Because I've never felt this way before about anyone else. It's not one of those artificial things. There is lust, want, desire, and love there is a huge difference in those things. And if it was not what I said it was, then why would I be spending my summer with you? Why would I be on the phone with you all the time like I am now?"
"Maybe you're just bored." She suggested dryly, "I mean it has not even been two weeks. You don't know me yet. How do you know you really feel that way?"
"I know you enough to know how I feel."
"You think you know me. What if I lied about everything? What if I'm just some fan girl who was ready to do everything just so I could have you?"
"I believe you and if you lied that's on you. I still believe you. You mean a whole lot to me, I don't know how, I don't know when... But you've found a tight fit place in my heart."
"Now I think I've just had enough of the corniness that can last me a lifetime." She smirked, furtively loving every word that comes out oh him—despite the overly done mushiness.
"Psh. You love it." he teased.
She lay there, just talking to him. Laughing occasionally at his cheesy advances, and smirking at his adorable cockiness. She would also let her mind race into her fears, her thoughts. She had let Oe in completely now, as if he were something that so crucial that she could not lat for long without hearing from him. She had become attached—something she did not want; something he have always tried to avoid. She was in love and is just too scared to admit it, because that would be giving him every damn right to hrt you anytime he wished. She wanted how it felt—how love felt. But it gets scary to think how easily she can loose it just as easily as she got it unexpectedly.
That night, they talked until he fell asleep her. It was probably past two in the morning. She was not sure. She did not really care. She just lay on her bed, wishing sleep would take her over soon, because too many thoughts were occupying her. Fearful thoughts that she just wanted to wish away. A sliver of moonlight peeked from a crack in her window. It illuminated part of her face. She stared blankly across the room, aware of her heartbeat and faint rhythmic breathing.
Sleep came after what seemed like hours after hours, quickly washing away her worries. And she retreated into a peaceful slumber.
Joe woke up in the middle of the night, feeling his headset on his on his temple. It must have been removed while he was sleeping, and it now marked against his face. He rubbed it gently, then rubbed the sleep off his eyes. He was having this weird happy feeling and he could not remember why until an image of Krisha came across his mind. She was her girlfriend now. He smiled to himself, trying to get back to sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, but he was not really sleepy anymore.
It was ten in the morning and Joe was getting so tempted to call Krisha but her line 'No one wakes e up until past noon' keeps running like a broken record inside his head. He was repeatedly flipping his phone open and close when he heard Kevin call from downstairs. They were having this little meet and greet that day for the launching of their new album which they did not know about until early that morning.
They were about to leave on their bus when he finally decided to push the idea of calling her aside. She went to send her a text message instead.
Hey, Krisha. I'll be busy
today, but I'll call you soon
okay? I'll send you a message
whenever I can. Ily.
Surprisingly, a reply came quickly after. He lit up, she's already awake?
Looks like someone woke me
too early. Anywho, call me
when you get the time.
He smirked at the message, musing at how she had not said the 'ily' back. He shook the thought out of his head. She was his girlfriend now, and that was good enough. He hit reply.
I will. Well we're on the
venue now, I'll talk to you
later. Love you.
He waited for her to reply but after there was not any, he turned off his phone so as not to get too distracted during their promotional meet and greet.
The venue—a function hall in the highlands, was already packed with people. There were fans of ages that ranges from as young as five or six all the way to the late teen years. There were also a few girls who seemed to be in their early twenties and dots of elder men and women who probably came as the kids' chaperone. There were also a few photographers hired for the event's publicity.
The three were used to these events and just glided through it. It was actually relatively easy for them since they did not have to perform today. Just smile, talk, be social and sign autographs here and there. The absence of much media or press interviews made it a while lot easier, the only questions they had to answer were those of fans that were quite easy to please with their mechanical cheesy answers.
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Krisha lay on her bed, utterly bored. Ever since she and Joe started talking a lot on the phone (even before they decided to start to date), Krisha have stopped doing the rest of the things that usually helps her pass boredom in the first few dreadful days of summer. She tried them again today, reading books, going through articles that used to interest her, playing a few silly flash games but none of it was doing it for her. She guessed that since Joe came about, he had been what helps her get through her boredom. He just makes the day seem bearable without putting much of an effort—but Krisha would not ever admit that to him.
She was reading his first message that day over and over. He was going to be busy. All the while, she was aware that he was Joe freakin' Jonas, but it has not really occurred to her that he is popular until just now. She has not asked what he was going to be busy for, in fear of sounding needy or even clingy. Although she easily have guessed that it must have something to do with their music.
She sat on her bed, legs crossed in Indian style as her laptop rested on top of her legs. She had been playing this stupid game called cat-a-pult where the main objective was to hit places in a wall with a cat that is launched through a catapult. It was morbid, seeing the cat splat against the brick wall when you miss the spot. In her boredom she decided to just make the cats deliberately hit right into the wall every time.
The clock across her bed has its hands painted to four o'clock. It had been six hours since Joe's' message and she had not heard from him since. She tossed her phone away from her. She hated seeing it with no new messages nor missed calls.
Without knowing that she did, Krisha fell asleep sometime to call. She was awoken by a faint vibrating sound near her foot. She sat up, a bit confused. It took a while before she could shake some of the grogginess off and realize that someone was calling her. It was of course Joe. She glanced at the clock before answering it. It was already half past midnight.
"Hey, I'm sorry I hadn't called earlier. Just got caught up with things to do." he started.
"It's okay. So how was your day?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"Pretty tiring." he said simply.
"You should head off to bed then."
"You want me to?"
"You said you're tired."
"But I still want to talk to you."
"I know. But you said you're tired."
"I am. Are you sure it's okay?"
It was not okay. She waited all day for him to call or at least one lousy message saying he's too busy to bother with her, and now he wakes her up only to say he was tired? That's gust great, and of course she's pissed off, but instead of all that she said, "Yes. So go."
"Okay, love you." he hung up right after.
Krisha closed her eyes and lay back down on her bed, sighing a muffled I love you too into thin air. She does. She really does.
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The next day had been pretty much the same. Although this time, she had not received a message from him until past three in the afternoon. She thought maybe he just wanted to make sure she was already awake this time. This left Krisha with again another boring day.
It was a few minutes before nine in the evening when he called. Krisha had just gone back up from dinner and yet another silent fight with her mother.
"Hey. I miss you." he said.
"Do you really?" she asked flatly.
"Of course I do. We haven't been spending a lot of time lately. And I'm so sorry 'cus it's just been so busy." he explained.
"It's okay. I understand." she said quietly. He did not want to come odd as being possessive or even obsessive over him. It was just that, she had been used to just spending the day talking to him that it felt weird to suddenly not hear much from him the past to days.
'I love you." he whispered against the mic.
"I love you too." without thinking, it had slipped; the one sentence that she had been too cautious to not let to escape her mouth.
His lips parted into a wide smile and blurted out, "Finally!"
"Well you know I do."
"Mhm. But I still love hearing it. Can you say it again please?"
She chuckled, "Nah, that would make you to lucky."
"Oh come on! I've said it over a billion times before already." he whined.
"Fine, I love you Joe. There. Are you happy now?"
"Mhm. I think my name sounds really awesome when you say it after the I love you." he said, "But Krish, I need to crash. It's been a crazy day."
Krisha winced slightly at his new pet name for her. It was what her Dad always calls her. Snapping back, she frowned. He has to go early again. "Oh, okay." she said trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She thought she has failed to do so, but he did not seem to notice.
"I will talk to you tomorrow, okay? I love you so much." He said hurriedly, before hanging up.
Tomorrow, the bet ends.
A/N: Just 2 more chapters and it's done ) I hope it's not that bad. Don't bash on me. Rofl! But reviews and suggestions are very welcome…just don't make it hurt too much. haha