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A/N: I want to thank everyone who reviewed, especially allieloveskevinjonas who has been amazing at reviewing every chapter and giving me encouragement. Thank you! Also, please, what is 'Shot at Love'? Explain this to me, anyone. This chapter gets slightly intense towards the end, with some of the convo that goes on, but it is rated M for a reason although I wouldn't categorize this as M just yet. Read and Review!

Joe's POV

"That was real funny Nick," I said through a yawn. It was strange waking up in a room by myself so I sauntered into the Luuurve Shack as soon as I was so rudely disturbed from sleep.

"It was a good one," he said with a cocky smile.

"So you hung out with Angie this morning?" Kevin asked, probably just pretending that it wasn't bothering him. I could see right through it, of course, with my laser eye vision and all.

I plopped onto Nick's bed and relaxed against the headboard.

"Yeah, I showed her some you tube videos," he replied blandly, like it wasn't at all a big deal. Hah.

I could hear people stomping about on the floor below, welcoming the day in loud, very rude ways.

"That's coooool," I told him. I still wasn't sure if I was up for the whole spend-as-much-time-with-Angie-as-possible thing. Sure, it would be fun and all, but there were a lot of hot mamas in this house, all just begging for Joe attention. Nick vs. Kevin would be interesting enough, especially considering that one's two years older than the 'prize' and the other's three years younger. Age may not matter to the heart, but ask the parents what they thought. Just imagine that discussion.

Nick left to take a shower, leaving Kevin and me the perfect opportunity for an older brother discussion about younger brother.

"So Kevin, my fabby bro," I said lazily, staring at him while he decided which shirt to wear.

"Joe, you joe-ish Joe, you." Lame.

"What's happening?"

"Oh you know, stuff…"

Ah, I see what we're doing here.

"Awkward," I replied in a high pitched voice. "So, what are we doing today? What's going on with Nick?"

"Joe, those are two very different questions," Kevin informed me, like I didn't already know. Duh, that was the whole point, I'm funny.

"Yes, they are."

"The answer to both of them is I don't know."

"Hmm," I responded.

"Hmm, indeed. Which one?"

Kevin showed me a black t-shirt with something on it and a red t-shirt with something on it.

"It all depends on the shoes," I told him.

"These ones," he indicated with his foot. Ah, the black dressy ones.

"Well, Kevin, you know, black goes with everything, so it doesn't matter," I said. Kevin was the clothes man, why was he asking me? I put on anything when I dress myself.

"Your right, I'll go with black."

"Yeah, if you want to seem morbid and like no fun," I said seriously. His face fell as he considered what I said.

"You really think it would come off like that? I figured it would be a bit… I don't know, Cash-ish," Kevin said, seriously starting to worry.

I smiled slightly and shrugged, loving that I could get him so riled up and nervous.

"Sure, if you want to risk it, go right ahead," I said.

"You're a dick, Joe," Kevin said, tossing the black shirt into his bag.

"But I'm funny," I replied while standing up and stretching my arms above my head.

I left Kevin to go take a shower and once I was done perfecting my hair I went back to find the room empty. Dicks.

Oh well, might as well go find some hot chicks to swoon.

I walked down both sets of stairs and turned left into the living room. There were about ten people in there, all staring at the TV in silence. Okay… awkward.

"What's going on guys?" I asked, moving in more to see what they were watching.

No one answered me so I perched on the arm of the closest couch, right next to Lesley, the hot dumb southern one.

"The current severe weather watch has been changed to a warning, as we've been informed just moments ago. Hurricane Arthur, as it's been named, is incredibly before season and has meteorologists across the west coast baffled at it's sudden appearance. We've been told that there is going to be an investigation on whether global warming has anything to do with this premature storm that is sure to rock the California coast. Once again, there is a severe weather warning for the counties of San Diego, Orange, Riverside, Los Angeles, Ventura, Santa Barbara, Kern and San Luis Obispo starting Friday at 7 am and lasting until early Saturday morning. We strongly urge all citizens in these areas to take hurricane precautions including stocking up on food, housing all animals and cars and boarding up windows to prevent shatter. We will keep you updated as the information comes in."

I listened, stunned. When was the last time a hurricane hit California? I didn't think that happened. The TV was now showing satellite pictures of the storm, that was currently making its way up the Mexican coast. It looked like a harmless little cloud that just happened to be spinning in violent circles. Yeah, if only.

"Shit," one of the guys said.

"Has anyone told Angie about this? I haven't seen her all morning," Nicola commented. I remembered her name, we'd gotten to know each other quite well. If this was an interview or something, I'd wink at the camera.

The dancer Kevin walked in behind me with a huge bowl of cereal. Someone had the right idea. Ollie yelled Angie's name through the intercom, being too lazy to walk around and search.

"Balloo," she replied back.

"I'll go," I suggested. Right after I get myself some Corn Pops, of course.

Ollie winked at me. "Right on, brother."

So I got myself some delicious-ness and ran down the stairs. Should I be worried about this? Everyone else seemed pretty serious about it.

I followed laughs into what they called Balloo studio to see Angie attempting to teach Nick a ballet move.

"Hey," she said when I walked in.

I sucked up some chin milk before replying.

"Thanks for waiting for me, guys, real courteous and all, you know, not like I'm in the band or anything," I said before hurling in another spoonful.

"We just got down here," Kevin answered, laughing at Nick's horrible attempt.

"Yeah well, there's a hurricane a-coming," I told them, throwing on my good old southern impersonation. "A-hear it's a-gonna be a bad'n."

"Bullshit, it's February," Angie replied.

"No really, warning's out for tomorrow morning until Saturday," I told her, trying to be serious about it. "Should I like… be concerned? Like, a hurricane's pretty serious, right?"

Angie frowned and left the room to go upstairs. Following, I saw that the same thing was being said as what I just heard but everyone was listening intently anyway.

"No fucking way," Angie exclaimed. "Hurricanes do not come in February, and even when they're in season they never come up this high."

"I doubt that they're joking with you, sweet cheeks," one of the Jacob's said. Jake, Jacob, whatever.

"So what do we do?" Kevin asked.

"Anyone ever been through a hurricane before?" Angie asked while shrugging.

"Beautiful," she said under her breath while turning back to the kitchen. "Fifteen people and none of them have ever lived in Florida. I know how to pick 'em, yeah?"

She was talking to me and I just gave her a bright smile, hoping to be the cause of some cheer. Nick and Kevin stayed in the living room to sit with the zombies and listen to things being repeated over and over but I went with Angie to stand behind her while she looked up hurricane information on the computer.

"So, board up the windows and be somewhere safe," she commented.

"Good plan," I said, waggling my eyebrows at her.

She laughed, har har, and I decided to play Superman for her, puffing out my chest and declaring that I would keep her safe through the storm.

"Joe, you're something else," Angie told me.

"I know, but it's a great something else, isn't it?"

"Sure."

"Sure?"

"Yes Joe, you are a fantastic something else."

"Your fucking right."

My cereal had disappeared from the bowl so I decided to fill it up again. When life give you lemons, or cereal, add milk and make lemonade, or milky cereal.

I ate my cereal and examined this Angela from London by way of Boston. Her hair was down today and it curled up at the ends, adding accent to her shoulders, which were bare thanks to the wonder invention of spaghetti straps. She was concentrating and her lips were slightly parted, only a bit, but just enough to see a bit of teeth. She probably had braces at one time but had made the mistake of not wearing her retainer longer than a year. It was alright though, her teeth fit her well. There was the smallest gap between the front two top ones and her right 'fang' tooth, (what do you call that?) was every-so crooked.

And I'm fucking eating cereal and thinking about Angie's teeth. Why? Because I'm a teenage boy who has never been laid and things like teeth can turn me on. God damn it.

And…. She looked up. Perfect.

"What?" she asked, obviously noticing that I was staring at her.

"You're pretty," I blurted out. Why? Why did I say that? Wasn't I going to focus on the 35 other gorgeous women who were all currently living in the same house?

"Not as pretty as you," she shot back with a cheesy wink.

"True," I teased.

"So honest," she said, looking me right in the eyes and shaking her head. "I bet it gets you in trouble sometimes."

"I'd be in trouble right now if my brothers heard me say that," I said before thinking. Wow Joe, way to give away all the current Jonas secrets. Snicker.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, sounding suspicious. Like, maybe she wanted to know more.

"Well, you heard this from a little bird whose name is not Joseph Jonas, right? But they both totally have a thing for you," I informed her. Was I causing trouble?

"Oh yeah?" she asked. I couldn't tell what she thought about it.

"You bet."

"But Joe, we all just met, that's silly," she said.

"It only takes one look," I told her, using my sweet romantic tone.

"So Joe gets to be the one to tell me? What are they scared?"

Ooh, this was getting in depth. One of them would walk in at any moment, I knew it.

"No, it was Ollie. He said that you would maintain being all professional or whatever, so they would have to… you know, slip in the back door." What was I saying? What?

"The back door?" she repeated with an amused smile.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I replied.

"Hmm…"

What did 'hmm' mean? I was confused. But I was almost sure that I had just helped them out, both of them. Either that or screwed them both. It was a fifty/fifty chance, right? Hey, maybe I had just helped myself. Yes, let's decide, you and me, Joe, we just helped ourselves. Score for Joe Jonas! Woot.

Angie's POV

I didn't know what Joe was talking about but I was trying to convince myself to let it go. We didn't have time for this, not when they needed to be choreographed and there was supposedly a hurricane on the way. But they had a thing for me? That could mean anything.

Secretly though, I was a bit excited. I really was having a great time with these guys, all of them, together and in turn. I didn't know if it was anything more but I didn't even want to think about it. Thinking about it would lead to more thinking which would probably lead to picking a favorite and that was something that I didn't want to do.

So I winked at Joe and walked back into the living room to try to figure everything out.

"Okay, so, we need to board up the windows?" I confirmed. No one responded, they all seemed to be in a trance so I went and turned off the TV, demanding everyone's attention.

"Are we good? Can I talk now?" I asked, waiting for some sort of response.

"Go ahead sugar," Jake allowed.

"If this is really going to happen, we need to board up all of the windows, even the top floor. So volunteers?"

When no one offered, I added a please and promised to do the laundry of whoever volunteered for two weeks.

"Alright, fine," Fabrizio offered.

"I'll do it for free laundry," Jacob piped up.

"Me too," Ollie finally added.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at them. "And, we need to figure out which five cars to get garage spaces."

I knew that everyone would want a spot but it just wasn't possible.

"Maybe if anyone knows anyone with an extra spot, you could park there and I can drive you back, yeah?"

We discussed it for a few minutes and decided on Kevin's Navigator, Kevin Jonas' Jeep, Bethany's cute little sports car, Astrid's and Ollie's as well. Ireland and Asia both know somewhere to park so it only left a few of us. My car, Joe's, Jake and Jacob and Lesley, but there wasn't anything we could do about it.

"I just went shopping so we don't have to worry about that, but the internet said to protect against flooding so we should probably think of a way to better secure the basement. All the deck furniture should be moved downstairs," I directed.

I gave everyone jobs and sent them off leaving only the Jonas' and myself.

"So this is exciting," Joe said with a goofy grin.

"Oh yeah, thrilling," I responded. "But the show must go on, yeah? How about I show you what I've come up with so far."

"Oh, you know it," Kevin replied, jumping up. He seemed more… alive than he's been since we had gone shopping together. Maybe there was something I was missing but I forgot about it and let them down to my studio, Pickles Studio.

"But we need to make a deal," Nick started, bouncing back and forth on the balls of this feet.

"What's that?" I asked, laughing as I watched him. They all really were just so cute.

"I want to know all the stories behind the rules and I want to know at least three random things about you."

"Hmm," I said, confused as to where this came from. "And what do I get in return?"

He paused, thinking when Kevin answered for him.

"We'll each answer like… five questions each, whatever you ask."

"Interesting," I replied. I felt that they were getting at something but I wasn't sure that I wanted to know more about them. No, that's not right, I definitely did want to know about them but I wasn't sure if I should.

"But," I continued, "Since you got to came up with a deal, I need to propose one as well."

"Ooh, the tables are turning," Joe said in a goofy voice while tracing some of the paint designs that I had on the walls.

"Right, I need you guys to consider changing this little dance thing we're doing to Goodnight and Goodbye," I told them. I had realized this morning that Just Friends was not a good song to dance to. It just wasn't and I wasn't sure what Gary was thinking even sending them here. Dancing wasn't their thing, I'd heard it from them and you tube interviews that they had done so I figured that they had made some sort of deal, but seriously.

"I'm not sure we can do that," Kevin said.

"I thought you guys had control over your music and what goes on," I challenged him.

"We do," he replied, starting to look unsure. "But they're really pushing for Just Friends."

"Well, push harder," I told him as I pressed play on the stereo. I turned the volume up and walked back close to them so they could hear me.

"It's not the whole song, obviously, you guys aren't a dance troupe, but I want you to watch and seriously think about any parts that you really won't be able to pull off," I told them.

I moved back over in front of the mirror and indicated them to stand sort of in front of me to watch. I'd danced in front of thousands of people before, but for some reason, I became slightly nervous. They were all watching me intently and what if they hated it? What if I hadn't gotten it right?

I started as soon as the second chorus began and danced through it until almost the end. It was still a bit rough, but it was definitely a feel of what I was thinking.

They all stared at me. Just stared.

"Should I take silence as a good or bad thing?" I asked.

"Good thing," Nick told me.

"Yeah, that was just… a little piece of amazing," Kevin added.

"I'll never be able to do that," Joe piped up.

"Ah, but you would if it was Goodnight and Goodbye," I said.

"I'll see what I can do," Kevin promised.

"Don't worry about a thing," Nick said while putting his arm around my shoulders as if I needed the comfort. "Kevin can talk about anything and make people believe it. It's ridiculous really."

"Oh, but then he could make me convinced that the song should be Just Friends?" I questioned.

"No no," Kevin assured, moving to my other side and putting his arm, in turn, around my shoulder.

So I stood there with two guys on either side of me and a third standing in front of me with a grin that was so goofy, it was adorable.

So much for being professional.

"Anyway, you have questions to answer," Nick told me as him and Kevin nearly dragged me out of the studio and into the Chillaxinator.

"As do you, don't forget," I reminded.

"We'll take turns, okay?" Kevin assured me as we moved sideways through the door so that neither of them had to take their arm off of me.

"Guys, this is strange," I laughed "It's just that I'm used to walking normal."

"Hey, spice up your life," Nick demanded to which Joe added by singing the next line of the Spice Girls song.

He proceeded to shake it to the left and slam it to the right, much to our amusement.

I loved these boys. That was all there was to it. I had this much fun with some of the people in the house that I've known for months but I've only known them for a day. How can I be so comfortable around people that I've only known for a day?

Nevertheless, I was maneuvered onto the couch, still squeezed in between Kevin and Nick.

"Story time?" Joe asked before sitting on the floor Indian style in front of me.

"Alright, but you need to tell me which one you want to know about," I told them.

"Okay, okay, how about…. No kicking Ralph?" Kevin suggested.

"That one's simple, Jake got pissed off at something or another and Ralph happened to be rubbing against his legs at the time… so he got a kick," I told them. "Jake was also kicked out for a week after Isis threw the fit of all fits, giving him a black eye and all."

"She's firey, that one, eh?" Kevin asked.

I nodded, "She's not even the worse one, but I'll just let you figure that out for yourselves, yeah?"

"Alright, my turn," Nick requested. "Why can't we pee out of the windows?"

"Because it's disgusting," I said laughing. "I figured that it would be a given, right, you don't pee out the windows? But yeah, Ollie and Jake got drunk and pissed out the Firehouse window onto the deck before they realized that they could go out onto the deck and piss off of that. Yeah, Astrid and Bethany were on the main deck and they had a nice little shower."

"Oh, that's so gross," they all said, in some variation.

"Yeah, so it was necessary to make that a rule. Because you know, there really isn't that much that you can't do, because this isn't a boarding school or anything ridiculous like that. But there are assholes and I tell them not to do something, they say, the rules don't say that I can't," I was telling them.

"But you can change the rules," Joe said with one of his cute little faces. How do you even describe the things that Joe does? It's impossible.

"Yes I can," I agreed, giving him a funny face of my own.

We all looked to Joe, figuring it was his turn and he scrunched up his face in concentration before pulling the copy I had given him out of his pocket and looking at it.

"Right, why can't I be drunk on the front lawn?" he asked as if offended that I had taken that privilege away from him.

"Because it's against the law," I said in a snotty tone, like it was the most obvious thing. "No, but really, this is another Ollie and Jake story involving bitchy neighbors and the cops showing up, threatening to charge them with public intoxication."

"It was a really good idea to put them in the same room as each other," Kevin commented.

"Yeah, I know," I said shaking my head. "The truth is, they hated each other at first, like they would always try to out dance each other, they got into fights over which one could hook up with Lesley more times, ridiculous stuff. So I shoved them together, hoping to make peace and it only turned out worse for me."

"This place is full of drama, huh?" Nick asked. He was finding his balls or something because he started to move his fingers lightly along my shoulder, apparently not phased at all that his older brother was watching him do it.

"This place is full of your tickling me!" I yelled playfully while poking him in his side, finding one of his ticklish spots. Before I knew it, I was on Kevin's lap, trying to get away from Nick's invading tickling fingers.

"No, don't you dare!" I cried as Kevin started in on it. I squirmed and couldn't stop laughing, while kicking and doing everything I could to escape it.

I fell off the couch and stood up quickly, hands on my hips.

"That is not very professional you two," I said harshly, pretending to be pissed off. "And as punishment, I shall now sit with Joe."

Their faces visibly fell and I sat on the floor next to the middle brother who pulled me close to him with a smug look.

"Oh, they just can't stay away, none of them," he said.

I poked him in the side for a change and smiled at how he flinched.

"I think it's my turn now," I said. "You've asked me like… three questions and I haven't gotten one turn yet."

"Fine, fine," Kevin relented, pretending to pout at me.

"Okay, so…" I drew a blank. I had no idea what I wanted to know.

I bit my bottom lip and narrowed my eyes in concentration, trying to come up with a worthy question.

"Alright, so is this whole purity thing a scam? Like, are you doing it because you work for Disney and want to look good or is it the real thing?"

All I knew was that Astrid was talking up a storm last night and she doesn't think that it's for real. Apparently, a lot of her older friends who know about them agree with her.

"No, it's for real," Nick confessed. "We feel really strongly about it and it's not a scam."

Joe agreed with him and while I noticed that Kevin stayed silent about it, I didn't say anything about it. There was probably just nothing else to add, right?

"Okay, I want to know, about you, Angela…" Kevin began, seeming eager to change the subject. Or was I just imagining it?

"Hold on one minute buddy," Nick interrupted him. "It was my deal to ask her questions about herself."

"Yeah, but you'll probably ask stupid questions," Kevin retorted. I couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

"You can all ask me some, how about that?" I tried to settle it.

"So, as I was saying…" the oldest Jonas began again. "Angela, what is going on with Dom?"

What?

"I kicked him out for the week and he was pissed so he didn't come back for the sesh…."

"No no, that's not what I mean," he interrupted me.

I crossed my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes.

"Who said it?" I asked seriously, looking forward to kicking someone's butt. "Who spilled? You have to tell me or I won't tell you anything else."

Kevin looked at Nick who just shrugged and waved an arm at him as if, you deal with it.

"It was Oliver, wasn't it?" I asked, eyeing Kevin, almost daring him to tell me otherwise.

"If you mean Ollie… and I think you do…."

"Yeah, he has a big mouth," I said, thinking up ways to get my revenge on him later.

"So, what is going on?" Joe asked, pulling me tighter to him and shaking me slightly.

I laughed and hit him on the arm.

"Dom and I… are just friends," I told them truthfully. "Unfortunately, he seems to think that we should be more but I disagree. And I'm assuming that Ollie told you everything…"

I paused but continued at a nod from Nick.

"Yeah, we've hooked up a couple times but it never meant anything and he knows that. He's just a pain in the ass."

They were all wearing funny faces, Kevin stroking his chin with his fingers, Nick pulling at his hair like he was uncomfortable and Joe just being… Joe.

"What? You asked, you wanted to know, I told you," I said, wondering if I should have just lied and kept everything simple.

"That was excellent of you, very good explanation," Joe informed me.

"You guys have really never done anything, have you?" I asked, the reality of it all actually hitting me.

Nick shook his head and Joe shrugged against my shoulder.

"And talking about it makes you uncomfortable, then don't ask questions like that, right?" I asked, directing mostly at Nick.

"Kevin asked that," he commented.

"Yeah, but you wanted to know just as badly, don't even pretend," I said, teasing him.

He tried to keep his face straight but the slight blush on his cheeks gave it away.

"But what if like… you never find someone that you want to marry?" I asked. "What if you're thirty and you're still not married?"

Kevin laughed and rubbed his hand across his face while Nick just sat and seemed to be thinking about everything. Joe was shaking his head next to mine.

"That'll never happen," he informed me. "I figure to be getting married like… next week, so I'll be all set."

"Yeah, who are you going to marry?" I asked, amazed at his comedic timing. It was like he knew just what to say to cut some of the attention.

"Lesley," he told me with a big grin.

"Lesley's secretly dating Ollie," I revealed quickly, crushing whatever plans he was cooking up.

"Psch, then I'll marry someone else," he said, like it was no big deal. "Seriously though, that's a bummer."

"Why is it a secret?" Nick asked.

I shrugged. "Because they're both a bit retarded and they think that it will cause household problems if everyone knows."

I looked back over at Kevin who hadn't said anything in a while.

"Kevin Jonas, you have a secret," I announced, knowing that it was true but unsure if I wanted to know.

"I do not," he replied.

"Yes, you do."

He stared at me and I stared back at him, squinting my eyes a bit.

"Joe, can I borrow your laser vision to figure out what Kevin's secret it?" I said, not breaking eye contact with him.

"How did you know I have laser vision?" Joe asked accusingly, like I had just revealed his huge secret.

"You told me," I said.

"Oh. Well then sure."

"I'll figure you out, eventually," I said with a smirk, pointing a finger at the oldest brother.

"And you," I continued, moving to point at Nick. "You know what it is, don't you?"

He shrugged but only confirmed my suspicions.

"You guys are going to make this an interesting week, you know that?" I asked while standing up.

"Just where do you think you are going?" Joe inquired.

"I need to check the progress on everything, hurricane preparation and all, you know," I informed them. "And, I need to figure out a way to make the old one crack."

I smiled brightly at Kevin and walked out of the room.

Whatever I was doing, I didn't even know anymore, it was fun. I was on a mission, probably not from God, but from somewhere and it was telling me, Angela, you figure out those Jonas brothers.

And I intended to.

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