Disclaimer: Me no own, Joe owns Joe and Kevin owns Kevin and Nick owns Nick, for now, at least.

Angie's POV

"So tell me about yourself," I requested once we were on the road, heading for Walmart.

"That's pretty broad," Kevin replied, looking over at me, "what do you want to know? You say tell me about yourself, I could describe every type of socks that I own or my first day of kindergarten."

"All that works," I laughed. "How about your favorite food, color and tv show?"

"Psch, you can google all that," Kevin said. "You could probably google my shoe size, how many inches my head is around, all that stuff."

"I'll have to do some googling then," I said, leaning into a sharp turn. "But can you dance?"

"Oh, I can dance," he replied with extreme confidence, such that I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "You can turn to you tube for that."

"Yeah, what's up with your brothers? They're both a little weird," I said bluntly, hoping that he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"You know, they are," Kevin responded. "Joe's just a spaz and Nick has some… confidence issues, I guess you could say."

"That's ridiculous, he's famous, everyone loves him," I said, relating to Nick.

"That doesn't mean anything," Kevin told me. "None of those girls know him personally and he knows that."

"I'll see what I can do about that," I said with a mischievous grin.

"What does that mean," he asked me, sounding slightly concerned.

"Don't even worry about it, don't give it another thought."

"No way," he insisted, "You started it, you need to finish it."

"Oh look, we're here, let's go."

I parked and jumped out quickly, making sure to lock all the doors, especially since it was Kevin (the dancer)'s Navigator that I was 'borrowing'. I pulled a cart, smiling at the old man greeter that pushed it at me and stood still for a moment to organize the several lists that I'd shoved in my pocket.

"So, shampoo, shaving cream, starbursts, light blue thread, condoms, that's nice," I recited, reading various requests.

"That's a little random," Kevin commented, taking a few to look them over.

"That's nothing, nothing at all," I told him. "Fabrizio usually asks for foreign candy that I can never find and Lesley is allergic to a certain type of spermicidal… whatever so she makes me read all the boxes and stand in the condom aisle forever. That's fun."

Kevin cringed and shook his head.

"I warned you about coming. This is easy work anyway, wait until grocery shopping."

We moved around the store, circling several times until I had found as much as I could from the lists. It was really nice spending time with this strange boy. He made me laugh and I found myself giggling at stupid, boy things. He was gorgeous, that was a given, but I kept having to remind myself that he was a client and this was all business.

Our cart was full and I had to keep running to catch up with Kevin who insisted on taking a ride on the back of it, pushing off with the foot and rolling through the aisles.

"You're going to crash into something, I swear it," I said through a laugh. "Let's check out, we're done here."

The total came to close to four hundred dollars and I swiped my card through the machine.

"My god," Kevin exclaimed. "These people are needy."

"Yeah," I replied with a shrug. "It's not that bad. I mean, I pay for their food and personals. I put gas in their cars and fly them across the country when we need to, but because of that, they don't get paid much for like… salary. You know? That is, if they live in the house. They don't pay rent or pay for any utilities, it's like a made life."

"That does sound pretty good," Kevin said while loading flimsy plastic bags back into the carriage. "Imagine doing whatever you want…"

"In some aspects," I interrupted. "There's limits on some things, there needs to be."

"Oh yeah, tell me some of those crazy rules stories," he asked, pushing the cart for me.

"Oh god," I sighed. 'Well, Lincoln, the one I sent away? He decided randomly that he was going to be a nudist and started walking around the house naked."

"What?" Kevin laughed.

"Yeah, and he wouldn't put any clothes on so I started throwing things at his balls. He didn't like that, but I made a rule anyway."

"That's crazy."

"That's only the start of it."

"Tell me another one," he requested, giving me a pleading face.

"Okay, so it's California and there's some nice country side, yeah? They have helicopter tours that they run and it was Monday so I was at school. Isis and Astrid decide to go skinny dipping. Needless to say, the tourists spotted them and took a bunch of pictures, lots of controversy, blah blah. They don't fly over the house anymore, but just in case, I made the skinny dipping rule. Must have bathing suit during the day light."

"That's a shame, naked girls are always a plus."

I scoffed and hit his arm. "Okay, Mr. Disney channel, I'm going straight to the tabloids with that one."

"You wouldn't dare," he laughed.

We piled everything into the trunk and hopped in, ready for the grocery store. I started the car and pulled out while fiddling with the radio station. The newer Jonas song came on and I turned it up.

"Oh ho, who are these studs singing?" I asked, teasing him.

"I don't know, but they're pretty good," he responded.

I listened to the song and drove on autopilot, thinking about everything. I had just met this guy but he was stealing my heart. Or was he? I laughing way too much for my own good and I had a good, warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.

This was wrong, all of it. I had a business to run and things to stay focused on, but I was loosing all my concentration over three charming guys that were just tossed into my house. God damn it.

Joe's POV

I didn't bother unpacking, just unzipping my suit case and leaving it on the floor. We weren't supposed to be there longer than a week and there wasn't any point in using drawers. The closet on the other hand, that was just too good to pass up. I hung a few of my more important pieces and went to inspect my bathroom a bit closer.

That's right, this bathroom was mine. For the next week, all mine, to myself. There will be no tolerating Kevin's wailing at the door and there will definitely be no Kevin underwear lurking on the floor. Oh, the good life.

I could get used to Spaghetti Land, that was for sure. No actual spaghetti though, that may become a problem.

Bored, I sauntered over to the Love Shack to check on Nicholas and see what he was up to. It was obvious that he had just dumped Kevin's bag on a bed, strategically opening the zipper a bit and letting it fall open. I wouldn't have brought it up at all, but that was just me.

"Nick J, baby brother, what's happening?"

"Where are all the hot chicks?" he asked, looking up from his folding. Folding, folding, what was the point?

"We already met some, or have you forgotten? In that case, I'll just move in without feeling any guilt," I said while inspecting my nails.

"Don't bother, she's three years older than me," he said moodily.

"FroBro…" I began, moving to touch his shoulder tenderly. "You really shouldn't beat yourself up so much over being a baby. It's okay. I still love you."

How could he refuse that? I have him my most loving smile. But no, Nick J is being a baby. He pushed away from me and stalked out of the room, responsible, caring older brother Joe right on his tail.

"Wanna watch TV?" I asked.

"No."

"Wanna eat something?"

"No."

"Wanna jack me off?"

"What?"

"I said, do you want to play video games?" Obviously, open your ears, kid.

"Joe…" he started.

"Yes, baby brother."

"You're pissing me off."

"Oh, so you feel something other than rage?" There was still hope in this world!

Surprisingly, he just shook his head at me and tromped down the stairs. What? What did I say?

I followed him to the living room and sat on the water chair while Nick sat on something much less fun.

"So it's decided then," I said.

"What?" Nick asked from behind his hand which was annoyingly tugging at the front of his hair.

"We should play Rock Band," I said. "It's all here, just calling us to caress it's pieces."

"You're sick," he replied with a slight smirk while moving to set things up. Success!

"I play drums," I demanded. "I'm older."

"No way, that has nothing to do with it, I get to play drums," Nick argued back at me.

"You suck at playing the drums, I need to do it."

"We've never played this before!"

"Wow," I said calmly, "Someone needs a nap."

I was pissing him off, I knew, but it was just so fun. He might had hit me had the front door not opened then and allowed in some other sort of goddess.

"Jesus christ," I murmured to myself.

"Hey all," she said, moving into the living room. "My name's Lesley, aren't you boys just the cutest things?"

There was this outrageous southern accent coming from those lips, very very nice lips. She was blonde and tall, leggy and oh my god.

"What're ya'll doin' here?"

She stood, that model stance, one hip jutted out, hand on waist, fucking beautiful.

"Hi, I'm Nick," the angry one spoke up. "We're here to work with Angie for a few days."

"Oh, that's nice, I'm Lesley. Did I already say that?"

She did but it didn't matter. Goddess. Goddess! I tell you.

"Joe," I said, sticking my hand out for her to shake, oh so delicately. "Joe Jonas, I'm the cute, funny one."

And then she did something marvelous, absolutely stunning. Get this.

She giggled and then put a hand to her chest, just like I took her breath away. Score!

Nick was shooting daggers at me but I ignored it.

"Well, Joe and Nick, I'm Lesley, I live here," she said with the most gorgeous goofy grin that I've ever seen.

"Ya'll making yourselves at home? Good, I'll just pop off to do some tanning, you know, in the back yard. It's so nice, have you been out there? You should, it's really nice," she informed us. Oh and I was informed.

"Mmhmm, yeah, we'll uh, check that out," I responded, real smooth-like.

"Don't be strangers now, ya'hear?" And off she went. Or rather, off shesauntered.

"Nick," I whispered, backhanding his arm. "Nick, did you see that?"

"Yeah Joe, I saw that."

"That's what I call a hot dancer. She was totally digging me, did you see it?"

"No, she was just being friendly."

Psch, boy didn't know what he was talking about.

"So, Rock Band?" Nick asked me.

"Yeah, you do that Nick, I'm going to go umm… suntan a bit. Oh, but you can have drums, okay?"

It was alright, he was a big boy and he could sit in the living room by himself. He'll probably end up playing guitar, the little shit.

Joe though, Joe was going to get himself acquainted with some Deep Southern Fried Dancer. Except, hopefully without the fried part.

Quick, quick, onto the deck, through the strange little kitchen room, shed the shirt, relax on a chair, very nice. I'm just doing some tanning, you know, because I feel like it. Not because Lesley said she was going to or anything.

Smooth Joe, you're so smooth. Oh yeah.

A/N: So, tell me what you thought! In the near future, Angie plans on going through with helping Nick with his self confidence issues but will it backfire on her? Will Joe let his sentimental side poke through? Is Kevin having as good a time with Angie as she is with him? Read to find out! And Review!