Disclaimer: Do not own Jonas Brothers. Do not own. Jonas. Brothers.

A/N: This chapter is very long... very long. And not too much happens, I'm sorry for that. I just kept writing details and wham! 13 pages! I promise next chapter will end the day meaning that something juicy is going to happen! I'm also pretty sure that 'secret' will be revealed. Stay tuned!

Angie's POV

Every time Lesley and I were alone together all she talked about was Ollie and it was making me sick to think that he was cheating on her.

I went down to the kitchen after Joe dropped the bomb and sat at the counter to go on my laptop. For the hell of it I did some more hurricane research. A hurricane in California in February… it was ridiculous. The house was tense, my dancers on the verge of panic but I didn't know what to do about that. I could calm nerves and talk anyone into going on stage but could I tell them not to panic during a hurricane?

I was reading yahoo answers, mostly from other scared Californians and there was actually some good advice on there. A couple people suggested removing picture frames from walls and taking care of fragile things, especially in houses with more than one story.

The sun disappeared all of a sudden and it took me a moment to realize that it was just Jacob and Fab putting planks over the windows. Good, at least someone was doing something productive, rather than getting their dick sucked by someone who wasn't their girlfriend. The question was… who do I talk to first? Ollie or Lesley?

I knew that I couldn't let it lie and reason hinted that Ollie should be spoken to first so I stood up to find him. I figured that I could call another house meeting after and get everyone to pitch in with taking everything off the walls.

That was really going to suck. There were so many pictures hung up. We had everything from promo shots of the troop to live photos, movie posters, artwork, some made by us and others by professional painters. Shit.

I walked through the house, searching for the Irish bastard and it would figure that he would be in the last place that I looked. I ran up the stairs, explaining quickly when I bumped into Kevin and promised to meet them all downstairs later. After checking every room and not finding Ollie, I went back down stairs, figuring that there wouldn't be any reason for him to be on the third floor.

I checked the garage to make sure that his car was still there before taking a chance on the library. Of course not.

Frustrated, I turned to the intercom and asked every room if it occupied Ollie.

"Universal," a voice replied to me, indicating the triple on the top floor that was currently being renovated. What the hell was he doing in there?

"What's up sexy bum?" a southern voice that could only belong to Lesley asked me.

"Hey baby, I was just going to find Ollie," I responded, hoping that she wouldn't interrogate me until I spoke with him first.

"Why? Is he in trouble?" she asked with a concern look and a hand over her heart.

"Yes," I replied honestly. "He is in trouble."

"Oh, Ang, don't give him a hard time," she started, moving close to me so that no one in the living room could over hear. "He's been doing through a lot, it's really bothering him that you chose Jake over him."

She was talking about one of our dances where there was a solo part and Ollie had wanted it. We were going to perform it at the Choreography Wars but I wanted to win and that meant Jake…

"Lesley, don't fall for that shit," I told her, getting a bit aggravated at her cluelessness. "You and I both know that Jake's better at swing and Ollie knows it too. He's just being a baby."

She tried to pout, thinking that she could do something to get her boyfriend out of trouble but she had no idea.

"Listen," I started, taking hold of her shoulder and making sure that she paid attention. "As soon as I'm done, we're going to have a house meeting and then either Ollie or I will talk to you, okay?"

"Why? Why do…" she cocked her head to the side in confusion but I knew that she wouldn't figure anything out. I loved Lesley, but she was really stupid. Great dancer, though.

"Go play with Joe," I told her, indicating to the deck where the three Jonas' were standing and her eyes lit up at the idea. Easily taken care of.

Oh god, those brothers. I didn't know what I was going to do about them and I debated with myself as I traveled the two flights up stairs.

All three of them were really sweet and I loved the attention, secretly. But knowing that Kevin and Nick both supposedly have a 'thing' for me is just making everything so complicated. I didn't think Joe would lie about something like that but I didn't know. I didn't know anything about them, right?

So why was I debating in my head which one I like more, Kevin or Nick? Ugh, I was being horrible.

The correct answer is neither.

Universal was empty save for the green on the walls so I moved to the sliding deck doors and peeked out to see Ollie leaning against the railing.

"Oliver," I greeted once I was outside.

"Angie, my favorite in the world," he sucked up, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. He let go when I didn't return his affection.

"So Astrid or Bethany?" I asked with a straight face.

"Nick or Kevin, Angela?" he spat back at me. "Which one figured that being a rat would put them ahead of the other in winning your… affection?"

His bitterness didn't phase me and I didn't think of telling him that it was Joe who had told me. This wasn't about me and I reminded him of that.

"So which one? Which one of Lesley's supposed friends have you been screwing around with?"

"How do you know it's just one?"

Before I could help it I slapped him across the face. There was a split second when I thought he was going to hit me back but he was too smart to do that. Ollie had to be stupid for cheating in a full house and expecting to get away with it but he wasn't stupid enough to throw away his career.

"I just don't get why you would do it? We both know that Lesley is no prude so why did you have to go elsewhere? Or maybe you always knew that this was going to happen, huh? Why would you even get in a relationship with her? Or…." I stopped suddenly, maybe realizing something.

"This is why it's all a secret, isn't it?"

I knew I was right when he didn't say anything, just stare at his shoes.

"Does Astrid think that you're secretly dating her, too?"

"How do you know…" he stared.

"I just know. I'd like to think that I know the people living in my house. Apparently I don't know them as well as I thought."

"Angie, I hate disappointing you," he tried, attempting to save his ass.

"That's such bullshit Ollie!" I yelled at him. "You don't care! All that's going through your head right now is whether I'll tell Lesley or if I'm going to let you stay here."

"Well are you?"

"Yes."

"Yes who what?"

"Both. I'm going to tell Lesley, unless you plan on doing it, right now."

"I can stay here?"

I let out a chuckle, "I'm pissed that you were so stupid but you and I both know that you will not walk away from this unscathed."

He sighed and leaned against the railing again to stare out at the scenery.

"You're wrong," he said softly.

"Oh, I am?"

"Yeah."

This was getting a bit ridiculous, really.

"What am I wrong about?"

"You're wrong when you say that I don't care about you or what you think."

"Well, you have a funny way of showing it," I replied, not knowing what he was getting at.

"Just…. Give me another shot, okay?" he requested, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"It's not my shot to give, you haven't done anything to me," I told him, honestly not knowing how I was feeling about it all.

"I'm calling a house meeting and you're going to talk to Lesley after that," I told him. "Or I will."

I slammer the sliding door behind me as I made my way back downstairs to call everyone together.

Can you believe the day I've had?

Once everyone was settled in the living room, including Ollie and the JoBros who were lurking in the corner, I started.

"I know everyone's freaked out about this hurricane coming and it's causing some major tension, but everything's going to be fine. This is a sturdy house and the windows are secure and you know what? If worse comes to worse, we'll just hole up in the basement."

I received murmurs of approval but I didn't feel the tension lift at all.

"Anyway, what we need to do is take all of the picture frames off of the walls in case they fall and shatter. So if everyone could help, that would be fantastilistic. If there's none in your room, grab some from the hallways, cool?"

"Where are we going to put them all?" Joe, my dancer, asked while staring me in the eyes and looking damn close to a nervous breakdown, especially for a 19 year old 'hee-man' dancer.

Bethany, my Filipina beauty scooted closer to him on the house and forced him to wrap his arms around her. "Don't worry Joey, everything will be safe in the basement."

At this point, Jake interrupted, "Yeah, Ang, I moved all the deck furniture and grill down to Balloo while you were holed up in the bathroom with your clients."

Bastard. He was playing around but I still threw the nearest TV clicker at his head and gave him a warning look, daring him to say anything else.

"But can you do me a favor and move all the big stuff to Dumbo?" I asked him seriously.

He asked me why but Joe, looking paler by the moment answered for him.

"Because there's no windows in Balloo," he choked out, even with Bethany rubbing his arms tenderly. "Angie expects terrible things and wants to be able to hole us up in Balloo."

"I just want to be prepared, baby, don't freak out, we'll all be fine," I told him automatically. The truth was that Joe needed to get out of this house, for both himself and everyone else living here.

"And what if the house gets torn apart? What if all the cars outside get crushed to nothing?" Joe continued.

It was a team effort now with everyone trying to persuade him but he just wasn't going to be able to handle it.

"Okay, go, everyone," I said loudly, wanting this to end. "Fab and Jake finish boarding please and everyone else do your job."

I finished by looking pointedly at Ollie. They were piling out and I called Joe's name, wanting to talk to him one-on-one. Suddenly there was Jonas in front of me and I smiled at Joe who stood with the biggest grin on his face.

"You're too much," I told him, patting him lightly on the cheek and moving aside to bring Joe into the library to talk to him. I really wished that I could just sit down somewhere unbothered and think about everything. Think about Kevin, Nick, Joe, what I'm going to do with them, how they're going to learn their dance in time, how much is it going to hurt when they leave on Monday. I wanted answers and I wanted time to figure them out but I was getting neither.

"I'm freaking out, Ang," Joe said as soon as I closed the door behind us. I moved in to hug him tightly, letting him know that I understood.

"Joe, I want you to take my car and drive home, to Utah," I told him, figuring that it would be the best for him to sit this out. "If you leave now, you can probably get there before midnight."

"Ang, it's a six hour drive," he told me.

"Make it in five, you can do it."

"But I feel like I'm running away from it all," he explained. "Don't I have a responsibility here?"

"You have a responsibility to not rub off these fears onto anyone else in the house," I told him. "You are running away but I'm making you."

He didn't seem to want to go but I knew that he was hoping that I would persuade him and force him into it.

"Joe, I'm kicking you out of the house until Sunday," I told him.

"You can't do that, it's not in the rules," he replied, making this harder for both of us.

"Then I just made a new rule," I responded quickly. "Angela has the right to kick anyone out of the house for whatever reason and for whatever period of time."

I moved to the intercom and repeated what I just said so that everyone could hear. There were a few replies, people wanting to know who I've kicked out but I ignored them and turned back to Joe.

"Just go, okay?"

He nodded and hugged me again before exiting the room to get ready. I walked back into the kitchen where Nick and Ollie were chatting about something or another.

"Angela, how's it going?" Nick greeted me warmly but I kept my eyes on Ollie, knowing that he hadn't told Lesley yet.

"That was fast," I said bitterly, wanting to get the fighting over with. He sneered at me and walked out.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my head while walking out onto the empty deck. Nick followed me and once outside, put his arm around my shoulders and stood close. I was grateful for it. His presence made me feel better for some reason, I couldn't explain it.

"What's up?'" he asked again.

"Have you seen this day?" I began. "I mean… my god. This day is absolutely crazy! I wake up with you in my bed."

I poked him in the side playfully before continuing.

"I fail at giving you guys any sort of choreography, there's a hurricane coming tomorrow, people in this house are freaking out, I got in the Jacuzzi with the Jonas Brothers, all of whom were wearing only boxers, and I have to be the one to tell Lesley that her secret boyfriend is secretly screwing around with Astrid, who has no idea that anything's even going on with them."

I paused and was enveloped in a Nick hug.

"Did I mention that Dom keeps texting me, asking to come back?" I said, returning his hug tightly. "I defiantly need to braid some hair."

"Joe would love having his hair braided," Nick replied with a grin as he stepped away a bit.

I laughed softly and asked him where his brothers were.

"I don't know," Nick shrugged, "but I do know that I'm getting another pretty nasty knot in my neck and you should definitely help me out with that."

I pushed him playfully and was about to reply when there was a loud thud and some extreme yelling coming from the kitchen. I looked at Nick, confused before taking his hand and pulling him back inside to see what was going on.

Ollie was swearing as blood ran down his nose and a few feet away, Lesley was throwing anything she could reach at him, screaming all the while. It was sort of funny.

Ollie stood there, trying to stem the blood and shield himself from wooden spoons, fruit and finally, Lesley's own shoes which she ripped off for more ammunition.

"I think he told her," Nick whispered into my ear.

"…and you didn't even have the balls to tell me yourself!" Lesley screamed audibly.

"Maybe not," Nick added.

"Back deck!" I yelled at both of them, pointing the way. It was a rule, all fights must migrate to the back deck but I also didn't want Lesley to hurl a knife at him next.

"No, I'm done," Lesley directed at me. "I'm all done, with everything. I should have known better than to get involved with a little boy. Angie, don't ever date anyone younger than you."

"Hey!" Nick managed to get out before Lesley stormed off.

With a groan, Ollie put his head in the sink and ran water over his face.

"The best part is," I quietly told Nick, "Astrid doesn't even know yet."

"What's happening?" Kevin asked as he walked into the kitchen from the garage door, Joe close behind him.

"Oh, just the usual," I responded. "Craziness at Angie's house, every day."

"Cool," Joe replied as he sat on one of the stools.

I moved further into the kitchen, dropping the grip that I had on Nick's hand to check on Ollie.

"Come on, let me see," I ordered him when he kept pushing my hands away.

I turned off the water and took his face in my hands. He flinched when my finger got close to touching his nose but when I actually made contact, he roared and pulled away from my grip.

"Broken then?" Nick asked.

"Fucking crazy bints…" Ollie was muttering to himself.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" I asked him.

He shook his head and left to go upstairs to his own bathroom.

"Watch out for girls on the way," Kevin teased him.

"Did you at all expect to be walking into a lair of drama?" I asked with a smirk.

"I knew it," Joe started. "Knew it the whole time."

"You did not," Nick laughed at him.

"Yeah, whatever, ya'll don't know me," Joe replied in a ghetto voice.

Kevin's POV

I loved this house and I loved everything that happened in it. There was always something going on and there was always Angie hanging around somewhere. It was great. Really… I swear it.

We were sitting in the game room on the second floor. Nick was playing against Joe in a fighting game and beating him horribly. Nick had a leg up though, he wasn't sitting on the floor, having his hair pulled by Angie as she braided it into several, very small cornrows.

I had to admit, Joe had balls for not complaining but I could see his face and he was making some funny faces.

"I'm never going to get anyone from Hollywood Records again," Angie told me. "If I send you guys back there without a dance, that's it for me."

"Don't even worry about it," I told her, "there's a hurricane coming, they'll cut you some slack."

She scoffed and shook her head.

"I'm supposed to have NLT here next month," she told me, "have you heard of them?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling jealous all of a sudden. Word on the streets is that NLT has some hotties in the group and I didn't like the idea of them meeting Angie. I would never say anything like that to her or even anyone else but still… I wanted her for myself and I hated thinking of anything that could make that not happen.

I've stopped, all together, trying to convince myself that it was a mistake and would only end in heartbreak when we had to leave. I could get her to fall in love with me, I knew it, even with Nick attempting to do the same and if it really was love, we'd work something out.

I had a plan formulating anyway.

Joe's little ninja guy dropped dead and Nick cheered to rub it in his face.

"Not fair," Joe exclaimed. "You're not having your brains ripped out, strand of hair by strand of hair."

"Don't be a baby, I'm going easy on you," Angie said with a giggle. "It'll look good when I'm finished."

"You're damn right it will," Joe replied. "It'll bring out my true gangster."

I stood up to look at some of the pictures on the walls that no one's taken down yet. There were posters of various video games, of course, like Halo and Guitar Hero but there were also some shots of them at various performances.

"How many times have you guys been on TV?" I asked Angie.

"I don't even know, a bunch," she replied. "Usually it's the channels like… ESPN 8 and junk, stuff that no one watches."

"It's still pretty cool," Nick told her.

"No no, don't start again, I can't take defeat again," Joe complained to Nick.

"Hey, you guys have face mikes in this one," I commented, looking at a particular photo.

"Yeah, we have to sing sometimes," Angie replied. "It sucks."

"No way? You all sing?" I asked, pleased to be finding out some other tid bit of information.

"Not well," she laughed. "But sometimes there needs to be vocals, like in that show, Bruno versus the Asian girl where they dance and sing."

"You all sing as a group?" Joe asked.

"Well, Bethany and Jake's mikes don't work," Angie told us with a chuckle. "They're both so bad, can't even hold a tune. But Dom does well, so does Kevin. The other Kevin," she finished, looking at me.

"Do you ever do it?" I asked.

"Sometimes," she answered, "I don't like to be in the spot light that much but when there's a part that no one else can do well, I will."

"So you're the best?" Joe suggested, trying to be flirty.

"No, I won't say that, I'm not that good at all but I can manage some songs."

"You must sing for us," I told her as I sat next to her again, turning to face her.

"No way, no, no, don't even try," she said.

"We'll sing for you," Nick offered.

"Nope, not going to work. You guys sing for everyone, I don't."

"Please?" I asked, smiling cutely.

"Kevin Jonas, cut it out," she demanded. Her face gave her away though, I knew it. She could pretend to be aggravated all she wanted but I knew better. She loved the attention and I was happy to give it to her.

Nick and I both pouted at her and she laughed at us and shook her head. Joe tried to turn around to see what she was laughing at but she pulled his head back in place.

"No," she said playfully at Joe.

"Oh, come on, this is torture," he exclaimed dramatically.

"Listen, I may be able to find a video of us singing," she offered, trying for a compromise.

"Yes, that will work," I agreed.

She finished the current braid that she was working on before getting up and leaving the room.

"Hey, hey, you can't leave me like this! Half corn rowed is not gangster at all!" Joe called after her.

"I'll be right back," she called from the hallway.

"Nice attempts bro, but I'm still winning," Nick smirked at me.

"You wish!" I responded. "Did you see how she was leaning towards me that entire time?"

"She was working on that side of Joe's head!" Nick rebutted.

Psch, he was just jealous.

I smiled and shook my head. "We'll see."

The three of us were silent for a few moments until Nick spoke again.

"Look, why don't we just share?" he offered. "Like… you know?"

What the hell?

"No, I don't know, share what?' I asked.

"Angie!" he replied like it was the most obvious thing. What, was he crazy?

"Neither of us are going to give up so it would be easier to just share her."

"Nick…" I began, not even knowing how to shut him down on this. "That's illogical, I just can't have it. She's not something… like a toy! You can't just share it and play fair."

"Dude, you're totally not understanding me…"

"Yes, I am, I'm understanding that you're scared that I'm going to win so you're trying to save your ass while you can," I informed him. But honestly, why else would he propose such a thing?

"Ugh! Kevin, you're so aggravating," Nick replied but he was cut off when Angie came back.

"Okay, so I don't remember exactly which one is what," she said while kneeling in front of the dvd and switching all the output on the TV.

"We'll try… this one," she said while taking a disc out of the case she'd brought in.

It started and said the name of some various competition.

"Nope," she said while shutting it off to put in a different one.

"Hey, I wanted to watch that one," Joe exclaimed, "I saw hot girls in the background."

"Joe, there's hot girls in all of them," Angie laughed.

"Then let's watch all of them!"

"No way, I can't sit through that," she told us. "Watching these things drives me crazy, I always tense up when I see people screw up."

She tried a few more before finding the one she wanted.

"Here, we sing in this one," she said before sitting behind Joe again and starting another row.

"Oh god, the pain begins again," Joe stated.

"Oh, so you want me to leave it like it is?" Angie asked, pretending to be serious.

"Yeah, no. There's no such thing as half-gangster, you need to be whole-gangster. So get 'er done!"

Some cheesy host came on and stated the rules and introduced the judges, none of whom I've ever heard of.

"This guy was ridiculous," Angie told us. "Like, you'd think that his life was on the line here, everything had to be perfect."

"Ooh, look, it's you guys," Joe exclaimed, pointing to the screen which was showing the Top Notch dancers as a group backstage.

"Yeah, we go on last so if you want to fast forward…" Angie suggested.

"Nah, we should watch all of them," Joe said.

"No really, it's like two hours long, we should fast forward. I'd do it myself if I wasn't tangled in Joe hair."

Joe continued to protest but Angie smiled at me and nodded towards the clicker.

"Alright, I'll fast forward," I did as she wanted.

"What's your favorite dance that you guys have done?" Nick asked her.

"Oh god, I don't even know," she replied. "We danced to a medley of musical classics about a year ago, that was really fun."

"Musicals?" I questioned.

"Yeah, like the Music Man, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, There's No Business Like Show Business. It was really awesome."

"I like musicals," Nick commented, sucking up.

"So do I, I grew up watching musicals," Angie told us. "Joe, stop squirming I'm almost done."

"Okay, play, here we go," I said while starting the video again.

The opening notes to OK Go's Million Ways to be Cruel started.

"No way!" Joe exclaimed, "I love this song!"

"Yeah, this one was really fun to do," Angie said.

Everyone moved in sync for the first few seconds then broke in half and did opposite things. Dance moves, whatever, it wasn't like anything I've ever seen before.

Kevin sang the first few lines and was replaced by Astrid, all the while dancing with the rest of them.

"Angie, what's up with you always being in the back? You're like the best one there," I stated, turning to her for answers.

"I told you, I don't like the spot light. Besides, if there were any scouts there, it's the rest of the team that needs to get noticed," she answered.

"Yeah so, about you singing…" Joe started saying.

"Just wait," Angie demanded of him.

We watched it for another minute, myself being quite mesmerized by the complexity and perfection of it all.

During the part of a song where the bridge would go, the vocals change to a higher pitch and the notes are held for a bit longer. I looked, trying to figure out who the female voice was that was singing it when I figure it out.

"Where are you? That's you! Why aren't you in the front, you're singing that!" I demanded.

"I don't want to be in the front! You can sing from the back, it's not against the rules," she responded with a laugh.

"Angie, you hit all those notes," Nick informed her.

"I know it, you have to be able to if you're going to sing it," she giggled.

"That was quite impressive, quite," Joe added, wincing for his poor scalp.

"Did you guys win?" I asked.

"Second place, the cheaters beat us this time," she sneered.

"Cheaters?"

"Yeah, First Point Troupe, Jonny Q runs them and he never comes up with anything original. He spends all his spare time watching old dance tapes, music videos, musicals and he steals from those and puts the moves together. Technically it's cheating but you can't really tell," Angie told us.

"That's wicked unfair, why don't you do something about it?" I asked her, hating that she was losing to a slime ball.

"It's not worth the trouble," she shrugged. "We only do these competitions when there's nothing else to do. I'd take choreographing someone's song over dancing on TV any day."

"Dude, but being on TV is so excellent!" Nick enthused.

"You guys are crazy," she said, shaking her head.

"Alright, Joseph, you're finished."

Joe yelped for joy and jumped up, running his fingers over his head and posing as a 'gangster'.

"How do I look?" he asked with a big goofy grin. "I'm going to look."

He ran out, probably to the nearest bathroom to check out his new 'do.'

"So if you don't like doing competitions, what's up with all this I'm hearing about a Choreography War?" I asked her, considering this as a free opportunity to find out as much as possible.

"Ah, that's different," she stated. "Choreography Wars has extensive incentives that go along with it."

"Like what?" Nick inquired.

"Like a hundred thousand dollars and a special on ABC," she replied.

"That's big," I told her. She nodded in agreement just as Joe burst back into the room.

"Oh man! I look so hot!" He yelled loudly, doing a little dance.

I couldn't lie, the look did suit him.

"Don't you think? Kevin? Nick? Come on, tell me how good looking I am," he urged, tapping me in the shoulder.

"Yeah, Joe, it's pretty sweet.," I replied to him.

"You're damn right it is!"

"Alright, help me bring all this stuff downstairs, yeah?" Angie requested, taking a poster off the wall.

We all joined in, managing it in one trip. Joe, of course, asked everyone we met along the way whether they liked his hair which only added to his modesty.

What I wanted was a moment alone with Angie. Just a moment, that's all. A moment. Is that too much to ask? But no, of course it was. Nick was following her around, doing everything he could to make her laugh and it was working.

God damn it.

Time to pull the Kevin-tricks out of the Kevin-sleeves.

"I'm still going to find out what your secret is," Angie whispered in my ear as she passed me to run back up the stairs.

Shit.

Because that will definitely complicate things less.

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long, I had an exam and then a family member in the hospital, drama drama. Subscribe for next chapter! It'll be up very soon, I promise. Thank you for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming!