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Kevin's POV
There was a silence until we pulled into the Hannaford parking lot. Not an uncomfortable silence, mind you, but a peaceful one. Like we were both content with not saying anything and I was definitely alright with that. There was just something about this girl. I wanted to know about her. How was she doing all this, only eighteen years old? I wanted to know her story and I totally wanted to see her dance.
"Ready?" she asked me before hopping out the driver's door and I followed her closely. The place was absolutely packed with people and there were only a few carts left in the corral.
"Shit, I forgot," she started. "They're predicting the hurricane to come in, few days from now. I doubt it though, they never make it all the way up here."
We inched through the mass of people going in and out of the foyer.
"Hurricane? That's scary," I said, pretending to be frightened at the idea. "I hope your house is safe enough."
"Don't worry, Sweetcheeks," she responded amused. "We've been through a flood and a few fire scares in a year and a half, it's still standing."
'Sweetcheeks?" I asked, flattered to be earning such a nickname.
"Yeah, 'cause your cheeks are just so cute," Angie laughed, squeezing the sides of my face and talking in a baby voice.
"Aww, I know, I'm pretty amazing," I chuckled.
I followed her into the produce section where she grabbed at least twelve of the plastic bags and had me hold them while she loaded apples and peaches into them. Yuck. I cringed at the thought of having that much fruit in the house.
"Oh yeah, someone doesn't like fruit, do they?" she teased me, shoving an apple towards my face.
"No way," I retorted, "Get that out of here, I'm allergic."
"You are not."
"I could be, you don't know."
She shook her head at me and moved on to bananas and grapes, berries and oranges, it was ridiculous.
"You really eat this much fruit?" I asked, astounded.
"Yeah, it's all for me, every piece. I let the other fourteen people eat dirt."
"Smartass."
"You at least eat carrots and junk, yeah?" she asked, tossing celery and onions into the cart.
"Sometimes," I replied while holding up a dirty clump of radishes with a questioning look.
Angie shook her head and I dropped them back into the basket, relieved.
"Can you just tell me your favorite food now?" she requested, "And your brothers' too, I'd like to know, we are at a grocery store."
"But that's no fun, you won't have any reason to google me and see all of my hot photos," I replied.
"Don't give me that," she said while tossing tubs of hummus and packs of hotdogs in. "I'll be doing my research anyway."
"I'll eat anything you make," I said, cheesy, but charming.
"Okay, so fruit salad?"
"Brat."
It took well over an hour to stock up on everything, the mass of people not helping at all. The carriage was so heavy to push with cases of water and soda on the bottom but I'm Kevin Jonas. Check out my tank top pics. Nothing I can't handle.
The total at checkout was another wow-ser but Angie didn't seem troubled by it. I'd have to ask her where all the money comes from. Where did they all dance? When? I definitely wanted to see.
"You're totally pushing this," she laughed while moving aside so I could get to the cart.
"Don't worry, Kevin has it handled."
Laughing, she just kept doing it and it felt great. Joe was always tagged the funny one, but who do you think taught him all of it? I did. Maybe he was just better at it, I don't know. She said something or another about putting everything away being the fun part but I didn't want to go back yet. This would probably be the only time I had to get to know her, personally and I wasn't finished yet.
Yeah, it was silly, we'll be saying goodbye in a week, but that didn't stop me from thinking and feeling whatever it was that I was feeling.
Shit. Kevin, cut it out, right now. There's no time for girls, not for the always-touring Jonas Brothers.
Nick's POV
Joe's been gone for more than an hour, probably trying his hardest to charm the stupid southern one. It'll probably work too, it always does. I always thought to myself, Joe would be such a slut if it weren't for his promise ring.
I sat in the same spot, working the guitar on Medium and doing terribly. Is it a bad thing when your seven year old brother always beats you at Guitar Hero. This was the same thing, this Rock Band, Frankie would still whoop my ass. Pathetic.
I was failing a Garbage song when Joe stomped in.
"She stood me up!" he yelled frantically. "I was out there, waiting and she never showed so now I have a… fucking sunburn."
I could see him touching his cheeks and wincing out of the corner of my eye.
"You never agreed to meet," I responded slowly, concentrating, but pleased that he wasn't successful.
"What'cha doin'?" he asked, plopping down next to me.
"Swing dancing, obviously," I replied, never taking my eyes off the screen. After missing about fifteen notes in a row, I was booed off stage and tossed the guitar to the side.
"You failed," Joe informed me.
"Thanks, I didn't know," I said lazily before getting up and walking to nowhere. I went to the bathroom for the hell of it, the red one and relieved myself before returning to the living room and standing in place.
"Is it really bad? My face?" Joe asked consciously, touching at his cheeks and forehead.
"Oh my god, Joe!" I responded, riling him up for something to do. "Joe, you look like a lobster, what happened? Were you boiled in oil or something?"
I dodged the pillow he whipped at me and pulled my phone out to call Kevin. They'd been gone for way too long and it made me uncomfortable. Who was he to go off with this girl by himself?
There was no answer but as I was hanging up, I heard a door crash open and the rustle of plastic bags. Yes! They were back!
I walked quickly to the kitchen with Joe following me and smiled at Angie who was bogged down with bags. She was pretty. Wow, she was pretty. Stop it.
"Just going to stand there, or are you going to help?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll help," I replied, moving to take bags from her, but of course, Joe got there first and pulled them all off her arms.
"Thanks, there's more in the car, come with," she told me, waving for me to follow her. I was pulled to the side as Kevin came past carrying all the heavy stuff at once. Show off. But it was Angie's hand on my forearm and I was very conscious of it being there.
Yeah, I might have flexed slightly, just a bit, maybe let her know that I could have handled as much as Kevin. Maybe more.
"Have a nice time?" I asked her as we both grabbed bags.
"Yeah, it was alright," she said, smiling at me. "You'll have to come next time."
Score! Kevin sucks, I knew it. We were able to grab the rest of the stuff and I followed her in to see both Kevin and Joe standing there with their arms full of stuff, waiting on instruction where to put it.
She laughed. "Anywhere is fine, you know."
"Oh, thank god," Joe said, dropping everything onto the floor on either side of him.
"Right, so food on the counter, yeah?" Angie directed and she began to put it all away. Joe was sitting on one of the stools, watching her and I took the one next to him.
"There's something about you," he started. I could have hit him. I didn't know what he was getting into but it was Joe, there were only a few options.
"Yeah, what's that?" she asked, obviously amused.
"I don't…. wait…. Oh," Joe went on, rambling, god he was annoying.
"Yes?"
"That's it! It's the way you talk, you talk funny," idiot rambled.
"Thank you?" Angie replied, her top half hidden behind an open cabinet door.
"I like the way you talk," I said smoothly, making up for Joe's stupidity. "Where are you from originally?"
"Well, I was born right outside of London, but I grew up outside of Boston," she replied. When you listen closely, you could hear a bit of something.
"But my parents were British," she continued, "So I grew up around their accents and I guess I picked up a bit of both. I had thought that I lost most of it from living here for a few years."
"Wow, so are you technically American?" I asked, just waiting for her to look at me again.
"Yes, I'm American," Angie replied. "I was two when I came here and my parents became citizens so I did too."
There were so many things I wanted to ask her. Where were her parents now? When was the last time she went back home? Did she have a boyfriend? That was an important one. All in good time.
It took her about a half an hour to get everything organized, the whole time Joe was being stupid and Kevin was really quiet, just hanging to the side. Maybe they really hadn't enjoyed each other's company? Wishful thinking…
"Hello beautiful people!"
The voice belonged to a blonde, shaggy haired guy that had just walked through the front door and into the kitchen. He ran up to Angie and kissed her on the cheek, hugging her tightly. Who was this guy?
"Hello all," he said, noticing us all there.
"Guys, this is Ollie, he's our Irish scoundrel," Angie said. "Ollie, this is Kevin, Joe and Nick, they're staying here for a bit."
"Oh, good show," Ollie said, moving to shake each of our hands. "Going to sit in on the sesh then, eh?"
He seemed nice enough, but I had no idea what he was talking about. It pissed me off how good looking all these guys were. Sure, girl dancers had to be hot, but they shouldn't be living in a house with a bunch of good looking guys, it just wasn't right.
"Sesh?" Kevin asked, the first thing he's said since they've returned.
"Session," Ollie replied. "The whole team gets together at least twice a week to work on whatever we have coming up. Happens to be one tonight."
"Cool," Joe commented, "Can we watch?"
"'Course you can," Ollie said, quite cheerful. Yeah, he was a nice guy, I'll say that.
"Ollie, go fish your junk out of those bags, yeah?" Angie directed at him.
He jumped to an attention stance and saluted her like a soldier before moving to make a mess out of everything.
"Right, so guys," Angie directed at us. "With the sesh tonight, I won't be able to work on your song until tomorrow morning and then maybe in the afternoon I'll have something and we can get started, good?"
I nodded, leaving the enthusiastic exclamations to Joe.
"Have you seen the pool yet?" she asked, "It's a perfect night to swim if you all want to."
Kevin and Joe both agreed and left to put on their trunks. I was almost sure that they were just using it as an excuse to go without their shirts.
"Not up to it?" she asked when she saw me still sitting there. She'd moved to the Walmart bags and was pulling things out and into different piles.
I shrugged and twisted around to face her, leaning back on the counter and trying to relax.
"You're real tense, huh?" she asked, stopping to stand in front of me. "You can't dance when you're tense, you'll pull something."
"I don't mean to be," I responded, not really knowing what to say. Before I even knew what the hell was going on, she pushed me to spin around again and her fingers were on my shoulders and upper back.
Oh my Jonas, I couldn't breathe.
"See?" she said, fingering the back of my neck, "you have this big knot, right here."
I closed my eyes and dropped my chin down, not believing how good this felt. She kneaded her fingertips into my skin and felt all the tension that I really had been feeling, almost literally melt away.
"Better?" she asked with a final tap.
"You are some sort of goddess or something," I replied, turning back around to face her. "Thanks."
"No problem," Angie smiled back at me. "Don't let that build up again though."
"I'll do what I can," I responded.
Was it just me or was there definitely a connection here? We just met but she didn't hesitate to touch my skin or smile right at me. It didn't matter that I was fifteen and she was eighteen, look at Hayden and that Otis guy or whatever. They were ten years apart in age.
"You better," she said before checking the time and moving to the intercom. She pushed a button and spoke into it, her voice echoing from other rooms.
"Walmart junk's on the table and sesh starts in a half hour, come and get it."
She turned back towards me and leaned on the counter.
"Tell me something about you, Nick," she requested.
"I have diabetes," I responded without even thinking. That probably dumb, she'll think I was just looking for sympathy or something.
"Yeah? What's that like?" she asked.
I was a little shocked, honestly. Most people give me the whole 'aww, that's so sad, are you okay?' sob story, that whole thing.
"It's alright," I replied. "I mean, it sucks, but I deal with it. I don't even know why I said that. You tell me something about yourself."
She stood there, leaning on the counter and looked at me with a thinking face on.
"I never eat the last bite of any food," she informed me.
"Why's that?"
"Dunno. I just never do, I don't know why," she said.
"I never brush my hair," I told her.
"I imagine it would go all fro-ish if you did, yeah?" she asked me, not moving from the same perch.
"Exactly. It's your turn," I reminded, secretly begging for more information.
"Okay, umm… I was the tallest girl in my grade until fourth."
"I was one of the shortest," I revealed.
"That's alright, it was weird for a girl to be taller than all the boys."
"Not anymore though, huh?"
She shook her head and stood up straight.
"Let's go see how you're brother's are faring in the pool, yeah?"
I nodded and stood to follow her through the mud room and onto the deck. Joe and Kevin weren't in the pool but they were, of course, shirtless and lounging on lawn chairs. Typical. Fucking typical.
Joe's POV
I was starting to wonder what Nick was doing with Angie inside but the chances of them coming out, or some other hot model… dancer, was very good. So Kevin and I, being the natural geniuses that we are, knew that showing off what we were hiding was a very good idea.
So we were all ready for one of the hotties to come out and admire us when Angie showed up. Score! Nick was with her, but whatever, he had a shirt on.
"What's going on guys?" she asked in that little way of talking that she had. "You're not going into the pool?"
I shrugged and gave her a wink, "All in good time, lovely, all in good time."
"Okay, well I need to go round everyone up. We'll all be downstairs. You can come watch if you want, yeah?" she smiled at us and turned to go back inside.
"Okay, see you later!" I promised. "Bye Ang!"
"Ow," I flinched away from Kevin who was so rude to slap my head. "What was that for?"
"For being an idiot," he retorted.
"Yeah Joe, seriously," Nick added.
"Hey, don't be jealous of my charm," I said to both of them.
"Anyway, Kevin, what happened today?" Nick changed the subject, but it was fine, I wanted the dirt too.
"Oh today?" Kevin said, being stupid, "Yeah, we hooked up in the cereal aisle."
"Bull shit!" Nick raged, seeming genuinely angry.
"Relax, it was a joke, nothing happened," Kevin told us. "What's up with you today?"
"Nothing!"
I turned to watch each of them as they spoke. It really was a bit amusing. Were they fighting over her? Was there anything to win?
"What, are you jealous? You didn't even ask to come with us?" Kevin said, leaning forward a bit, probably trying to be intimidating. Sorry bro, I love you and all but the baby could take you in a fight, obviously.
The funny part was, right, Nick had this look on his face like… what's the word? Dejection? He probably never even thought of asking to go along. Silly kids.
"Yeah so, Kevin, don't think that I didn't notice you dodging the question," I said, breaking the tension. "What happened?"
"Nothing happened, we just went shopping and talked."
"What did you talk about?" Nick demanded quickly.
"You and how you were such a baby."
Ouch, burn.
"This isn't funny, Kevin, I'm being serious," Nick whined.
Ooh, he was being serious. This was serious business. A hot dancer that was too old for my little brother had gone shopping with the big brother. Let's all freak out, alright?
"Nick, just relax, none of us are here to date anyone or get into anything over our heads," Kevin told him, quite sensibly might I add.
"I know," Nick relented, putting his head in his hands.
"Can I just say something here? Can I just…" I tried, hoping to get a moment to myself, god.
"What?" Kevin said, rather harshly.
"Well… I think we should just all have a good time and not worry about any of this. We can all have fun with everyone in this house, if you catch my drift, right?"
Nick looked up at me with those little puppy dog eyes that made retarded girls melt, supposedly and he shrugged.
"I'm right," I stated, crossing my arms behind my head.
"Let's go watch the sesh, yeah?" Kevin said at a horrible attempt of talking like Angie.
"Yeah, only if you promise to never do that again," I said, matter-of-factly while getting up and leading the lesser two members of JoBro down into the basement. Just kidding. I love them, they're my brothers.
But seriously, everyone loves me the best.
A/N: Tell me what you thought! I'm trying really hard to give them all their own personalities and project what they would be thinking inside their heads and such. Am I doing alright? I guess you could consider these filler chapters until the DRAMA starts, but I love the details and getting to know characters, so… sorry if you don't like it, just give me a bit of time. And let me say, this would have been up a lot sooner if the sight wasn't being all silly with glitches and junk.