-Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers, not even a little bit. I do own this plot like though. :D

A/N: I want to remind everyone that this is fan fiction! I can make anything happen, even if the JoBros would never do such things in real life. Also, Joe makes a shitty attempt at French in this chapter. Remember that it's Joe and it's very wrong but he won't admit that. Enjoy!

Kevin's POV

I never expected Angie to answer Nick's question, which Jonas Brother she liked the best, but more than that, I never expected her to say Joe!

Of course, he sat up quickly, splashing himself and the rest of us and let out a loud, 'Yeah!'

I stared at her and Nick was doing the same on her opposite side.

"I'm kidding guys," she laughed which immediately calmed my heart.

"I love you Joe, but I can't choose a favorite," she told us. "It's simply impossible."

Joe pouted but I was grinning. She had really scared me for a moment.

"That's no fair, you can't take it back," Joe whined.

"No no, it's fine," I said, squeezing Angie's hand. "Don't even worry about secretly liking me best and not wanting anyone to know about it."

Yeah, I was pretty smooth. But I knew from experience, all girls loved it when you flirted with them. It was just a fact and I happened to have more flirting experience than Nick who had a particularly sour expression grazing his face.

"Oh, don't even go there," Angie laughed, pointing a finger at me.

"Alright, but seriously," Nick continued. "I want to start off by knowing your favorite food, color and if I can borrow the pants you were wearing this morning, they looked really comfy."

Regular old… funny guy, he was. I'm not going to lie, I loved my little brother. He really could be clever and make you smile. Of course, I really wished that he wouldn't at this time…

"Peaches, purple and only if I can take a picture and send it to Angie replied, flashing a wide smile.

"It may be worth it," Nick responded.

"Alright, my turn now," I tried before Joe cut me off.

"Hey, what about me? We're going counter-clockwise," Joe butted in.

"Oh, counter-clockwise?" Angie questioned. "That means it's my turn!"

"No no, that wasn't what I meant, I just meant that it was my turn!"

"Okay, you can go," she allowed him.

"Well I actually can't think of anything just yet, so I'll bypass my turn," Joe responded with a big grin.

I wasn't even going to question why he made a big deal about it. It was just Joe.

"Fine, then I'll take your turn," Angie offered. "I want to know who your favorite person in the world is."

Ooh, curveball.

"You," Nick spat quickly before I could pull the same card. Fast bastard.

"No, it can't be me," Angie informed him. "I'm answering seriously, you have to too."

"Right, because Joe is seriously your favorite," I reminded her with a playful scoff.

"I mean from now on, duh," she said.

"Okay, my favorite person…" Joe started, taking his time with every word so he could think of a funny response. I knew that's what he was doing, I knew it.

"…is our youngest brother, Frankie," he finished. "He's amazing."

I must say, I was taken aback. That was a terribly honest and excellent answer. Angie nodded and turned to Nick for his response.

"My favorite person is… it's a tie," he said. "It's a tie between Kevin and Joe, honestly."

I was touched, truly. I knew that there were reasons why I loved him.

"Really? That's so nice," Angie said, patting his cheek tenderly.

"Thanks Nick," I said sincerely. "You're my favorite person too."

"Wow, you guys, you're all so corny," Angie laughed at us, snapping us out of the moment.

"We really mean it when we say that we're best friends," Joe told her. "Although I'm not friends with Kevin anymore because I'm not one of his favorite people."

"Hey, I'm not your favorite person," I rebutted, knowing that he wasn't really taking it personally.

"You guys really never fight?" Angie asked, looking at all of us in turn.

We all shook our heads.

"Never over anything serious," I told her. "At least, not in a few years."

"Yeah, there's only been like… three fistfights," Nick added. Ah, good memories. At least I can say that neither of them have really gotten be down before. These days though, Nick could give me a run for my money.

"That's so great, really," Angie said. "I fought with my brother constantly."

I thought of asking her about her brother, who he was, where he was, but her face as soon as she mentioned him warned me to leave it alone.

"So, why do you go to school?" I asked her, remembering her mentioning having to skip it to clean house for us. Wasn't she living her dream? What more could she need?

She shrugged and looked at me. "There's never any harm in getting a college education. I mean, I'm doing what I want to do right now but who knows if, ten years from now, I don't want to be a choreographer or still own this business. I'm still young, I have a whole life ahead of me."

"That's a good logic," I told her. Should I be doing that?

Nah. I'll be satisfied with music forever.

"I think so," she finished.

"Oh, is it my turn again? Already?" Nick asked.

"Guys, I'm getting prune-ish," Angie stated.

"Oh, you are not," Joe accused. "We just got in like… three minutes ago."

"Times six or seven," she laughed.

"Angela, may I remind you…" Nick started, using his 'arm pillow' to pull her close to him. "Wait, what's your last name?"

"Oh, so you know my favorite food and what I look like in a bikini but my name only matters now?" she questioned in a teasing manner. "But it's McLovin."

"No way!" Joe jumped up. "Like in the movie! Superbad! Angela, you are so awesome."

We all laughed at him but this time, I really wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

"No Joe, it's not really McLovin," she said once she was able to stop giggling.

"Psch, well, you just lost brownie points in my book," Joe said, sitting down heavily and causing water to splash over the side.

"You just gained brownie points for pulling that one," I told her, ruffling her hair playfully. "But really, Angela what?"

"You won't believe me if I told you," she said.

"Sure we will, why wouldn't we?" Nick asked. I noticed that he still had his arm around her shoulders. Sneaky bastard.

"It's Jonas," she said seriously.

"No, it's not," Joe said, unsure if he should believe anything.

"I told you you wouldn't believe me!"

"Is it really?" I asked.

"Yeah, it really is."

"That's my last name," Joe said, sounding as if he was accusing her of stealing it.

"I know it is, it's mine too," she laughed at him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Nick asked her.

"Because then you guys wouldn't feel as special."

"So not true," I told her. "This is amazing, now we can get married and you won't even have to change your last name."

"I know, it's perfect," she said, flashing me a bright smile.

"Angela Jonas," Joe tried out. "It doesn't sound as good as Joe Jonas."

She playfully kicked his stomach with her foot and he pretending to be hurt, of course.

"I think it suits you nicely," Nick told her.

"I'd hope so, it's my name," she said, amused. "But seriously, I need to get out of here, I'm melting."

She stood up quickly and climbed out, giving Nick and me a very nice view but we pretended not to notice. Regular gentlemen.

"I'm going to change, I'll meet you guys downstairs," she said after wrapping a towel around her dripping body.

She closed the door behind her, leaving the three of us in the Jacuzzi by ourselves.

"Is her last name really Jonas?" Joe asked as soon as she was gone.

"I think so," I replied. "I don't see why she'd lie."

Joe sat back and seemed to think on it.

"You know, Kevin," Nick said while standing to get out. "If we didn't agree on no hard feelings, I'd have a few bones to pick with you."

"I could say the same, Nicholas," I returned, making sure to keep my face free from any distress. "Here, use my arm as a pillow…"

"That was pretty slick of me, you have to admit," he said and I couldn't help but agree with him.

"Even still, she likes me better," I said with a grin, teasing him.

The truth was, I couldn't tell. I didn't know if she felt anything for either of us. Curse professionalism and not letting emotions show.

"I don't know man," Nick replied, shaking his head slightly. "I'm pretty sure that I felt some sparks. Not to mention that her hand was on my thigh the entire time."

"Bullshit, it was not," I said, playfully giving him a hard time.

"Well, it could have been."

I stood to get out and Joe followed. I wasn't paying attention to where Angie had gotten the towel and apparently, neither were Joe and Nick so we all stood there in dripping boxers, just looking around.

"Umm…" Joe started when the door opened. It was the red head, Ireland, I was pretty sure.

"Oh my god, naked Jonas," she said quickly before backing out and slamming the door shut.

"Sorry," we could hear through the door. "I was just… um… yeah."

"Awkward," Joe said in a sing-song voice.

"At least she didn't have a camera," Nick stated.

"Imagine how weird that must have looked to her," I said through a smile.

Joe laughed and opened the closest door, hoping it was a closet. He peeked his head around it before giving a small yell and slamming it shut.

"That wasn't a closet," he said with wide eyes.

Uh oh.

"What? What was it?" Nick asked, eager to know what he saw.

"Um… people."

"So you yelled just because their were people?" I asked.

He shook his head and stood in place.

"So…" Nick tried again.

"Um… it was a guy. And a girl."

Oh, shit. I started laughing, assuming that Joe had just walked in on something very inappropriate.

"It's not funny, Kevin," he said, taking a step away from the door. "I just saw dick."

That only got me going more and I had to bend over to try to contain myself.

"Come on Joe, you've watched plenty of porn, don't even deny it," Nick said, laughing along with me.

"I have not."

"Yes you have," I stated, knowing that it was true. He was a teenaged guy, it was normal.

"But… this was for real," he said.

"Oh, you poor thing," I teased.

"Um, sorry about that…" a deep voice called from the other side of the wall. "Should have locked the door, I guess."

"I'm traumatized for life," Joe whispered, leaning towards us to make sure that the mystery dick man didn't hear.

I stood up and thought about the voice. It sounded a lot like Ollie…

"Joe," I said, pausing before I finished. "Was the girl in there… Lesley?"

Nick quieted his laughter and turned to Joe for his response.

"No," he said quietly. "It wasn't."

I knew that Angie said it was Lesley and Ollie that were secretly dating. I was sure of it.

The question was, do we say anything about this? I mean, it wasn't out place but Lesley seemed like a nice girl and all.

"How do you know it was Ollie?" Joe asked, getting frantic for some reason.

"Did you see Ollie in there, Joe?" I asked tenderly, hoping to get him to chill.

"Dude, I just saw a dick and a female head in the close vicinity of said dick. And maybe some shaggy blonde hair."

"Well, maybe they have one of those, you know, open relationships," Nick suggested.

I doubted it but just nodded, hoping that it was true.

Joe's POV

Kevin was right, I was overreacting. But I knew for sure that it was Ollie in the room and not Lesley with him and it pained me to see it. Sure, it was none of my business, but I'm Joe Jonas, practically Superman. Superman didn't currently know what the hell to do.

"Let's just umm… go get changed," I suggested.

Kevin moved to the door but I put a hand on his arm before he opened it.

"Are you sure that's the right one?" I asked, still playing up the trauma.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he responded.

"Alright, but I'm standing back until it's confirmed hallway."

Kevin, being the son of a bitch that he was, acting all cautious opening the door and taking his time to peer around it. Nick only spurred him on, of course, giggling his little Nick giggle.

"I think it's clear Joe," he whispered but I just shoved him outside ahead of me.

We walked towards the stairs but unfortunately, didn't get far. The door painted with Tinkerbell and Peter Pan swung open in front of me and Ollie walked out of it.

It was at all a girly scream that I let loose. I assure you, it was manly, almost threatening but enough to make Kevin and Nick stop and see what had happened.

"Oh, hey man, I'm real sorry about that," Ollie said, standing right in front of me, about four feet too close to be considered comfortable.

"Yeah, umm…" I tried.

"Look, just be a pal and don't tell anyone about that, eh?"

"Why?" Kevin challenged. "You're not dating anyone, are you?"

Ooh, back him into a corner. Score for Kevin Jonas, as much as I hate to admit it.

"Who, me?" Ollie replied, looking at us all questioningly.

That's right buddy, we knew all about you. You and you're little… endeavors. Or whatever.

"No, no, I'm not dating anyone," he finished finally.

"Then what's the big deal man?" Nick asked from the side.

"There's no deal, I just… like to keep things private, eh?" Ollie came back with. Lame. Dick. Assho-

Oh shit. Now I was seeing his dick in my mind. Every time I blink- Ollie Dick! Fuck.

"Sure," Kevin said with a nod before moving along the hallway again, sort of as an okay for us to go too.

Kevin wasn't the boss or anything, Nick and I just both knew that he sort of had the best head on his shoulders. He knew what to say and when. He knew when it was appropriate to ditch a lame party. Kevin knew what to say when fans asked for our phone numbers, which we naturally couldn't give to them. So in most instances, when I was in the mood, I listened to Kevin.

Except for when he pissed me off, of course.

I returned to the Land of Spaghetti while the bros occupied the Lurrrve Shack, and changed quickly. The ends of my hair had gotten wet so I had a bathroom trip to make sure it wasn't a dire hair situation but it was all good. I looked dashing, as usual.

Back in le abode der Kevin and Nick, I plopped onto Kevin's bed while he debated over two different shirts. Again.

"Hola, mon freres," I greeted once I was settled.

"Joe," Kevin said while actually looking away from his selections. "You just said a Spanish word in a French accent."

"I did not, you just don't know French," I replied. Obviously.

"Hola is not French."

"It almost is," I persisted. "Bref, Comment et vous?"

"Anyway, how and you guys?" Kevin laughed, obviously mistranslating what I was saying.

"Wow, okay, I was just trying to be a good, friendly brother but you're taking this way out of context," I told him, almost offended.

That's right, laugh at me, you're not the only one. He wasn't the favorite Jonas Brother. Guess who was. It was me. Or Nick. One of us. I could never keep track in who was leading in personal fan sites. But then again, Kevin probably didn't know either so as long as Nick continued to shuffle around his side of the room, minding his own business, I was a lovely golden color.

"Kevin, you took my socks," Nick accused.

"I did not," Kevin rebutted.

"You did, you're wearing them right now," the baby continued.

"These are my socks," Kevin replied like he was astounded that Nick would accuse him of such things. The truth was, Kevin was a sock-napper. Like a kidnapper but of socks.

"I called shotgun on those," Nick reminded him, pointing towards Kevin's feet.

I didn't get what the big deal was, they were ordinary socks. Sure, they were cool, all checkered with black and white and a nice dragon design on the side, but nothing special. My socks could blow theirs away, their solid white could blind them into oblivion.

"You haven't worn these once since we got them," Kevin defended himself. "They've always been in my drawers."

"It doesn't matter, I called claim so hand them over."

"Why don't you each take one," I suggested. I smiled brightly as they both looked over at me. What? It wasn't such a crazy idea.

They bickered for a few more minutes but it was the best idea to zone out. Nick usually won what he wanted, but that was expected. Kevin, being the older one, claims to be the bigger man and passes over whatever Nick wanted. But Nick, he was just excited to have one, not caring if he was belittled in the process.

"What are you doing, we have shit to do," Angie's voice appeared as she opened the door.

She stared at us for a moment which currently consisted of, let me check, Nick trying to pull socks off Kevin's feet while Kevin had Nick in a headlock and me, hanging out on the bed, relaxing with my thoughts.

"I'm the only normal one, did I tell you that?" I stated after she stood still for a moment.

"Oh, Kevin was just trying to steal my socks so I had to get them back," Nick informed her, as if that was the more normal thing in the world.

She laughed and shook her head, calling to us as she left the room, "Hurry up and sort that out, will you, I need you to help me with a few things, yeah?"

She had just closed the door and I gave myself five seconds to decide if I should tell her about Ollie. On the plus side, I'd be able to talk to her alone and be a sort of hero for Lesley, exposing the horrid habits of the Irish Oliver currently calling home Hollywood, California. That sounded nice. On the down side….

There really weren't any downsides that could compete with my up sides.

It was decided then.

I stood and snuck past my brothers who had gone back to arguing. Apparently those socks had some sort of sentimental meaning? I don't know.

"Angie, wait up," I called, catching her right before she went down the stairs.

"What's up?" she asked, stopping in place. I pulled her arm and dragged her into Spaghetti Land to chat.

"Joe, what are you doing? I don't have time for this right now," she said through a giggle. She loved us, she really did.

If I was writing a story based on this experience, I would be so sick and tired of writing… and then Angela laughed at us. Angela laughed, she laughed, Angie laughed. But I swear to god, it's all true. Even when I describe how Superman-ish I am, it's all true.

"No, this is important," I said after I shut the door.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked, seeming hesitant to know.

"I… saw… something," I started, realizing that I would have to admit that I had seen Ollie's dick.

Fuck! Dick images. Flashing in my head. Shit.

"What did you see?"

"I saw dick."

"Oh…"

"I mean… Ollie dick."

"You saw Ollie dick?" She was confused and I couldn't blame her but this was more difficult than I'd imagined it to be.

"I saw Ollie dick and a non-Lesley head hovering around the Ollie dick area," I finally spit out.

Her face was straight and I think she was pissed. I think… not sure.

"You're absolutely sure that it was Ollie?"

I nodded.

"And you're absolutely sure that it was not Lesley?"

Nodded again.

"Does Ollie know that you saw?"

I felt like a bobble-head.

"Shit."

I just kept on nodding.

"Okay, um… thanks for letting me know, Joe," she said, still standing in place and thinking. "This really sucks."

I nodded, in agreement with her this time.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, very, very curious.

"I don't know," she replied as she took the 'model stance' and thought. I tell you, that was a very nice thing to watch. If I was an asshole, I would be competing with Nick and Kevin but I wasn't that much of an asshole. So I didn't. But I would like to, for sure.

The truth was, I knew what it was like to have a girlfriend on the road and never see her. I had felt the pain of having to break it off due to distance. For Kevin, it had been a little while since he's been involved with anyone and I could see why he was willing to give it a shot again. Maybe I just wasn't ready. Maybe I was too sensitive. Probably not, but maybe.

"Thanks Joe," she said, giving me a tight hug before she left. Oh… hugs. I loved hugs.

I followed her out the door and saw Kevin and Nick coming around the corner so I waited for them. Neither of them were wearing the socks in question, I noticed.

"What was that?" Nick asked when they caught up with me. They had seen Angie coming out, obviously.

"I told her about Ollie-dick," I said.

"What's she going to do?" Kevin questioned me.

"I don't know, we started making out after I told her so I forgot to ask," I replied quickly.

I flinched when Kevin slapped the back of my head and gave him a sour look. OMJ, he knew that I was like, totally joking.

A/N: So, there's almost 750 hits with less than 15 reviews. Come on guys! I won't stop writing but reviews really do make my day, whether they're good or bad. I promise something really juicy is going to happen by the end of this day. Not necessarily the end of the next chapter, I don't know how far it's going to go but I'm planning on it being the next chapter. Thank you so much for reading and watch out for Chapter 9 which I will have up as soon as is humanly possible for a poor, working college girl who needs to get straight A's. :P Oh, and Kevin's secret! It's going to come out, hopefully next chapter!