Disclaimer: I do not own Jonas Brothers.

A/N: So, this chapter is quite a bit MORE graphic than any other so far. So be warned. Pretty soon, I'll most likely be returning to the switching of the POVs in each individual chapter but there are just certain large scenes, like the following, that I feel need to be told from one perspective. So, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Kevin's POV

I let out a sigh of relief when Angie came back up the stairs. Nick had taken longer than I'd expected him to and it was getting difficult to convince Joe that we shouldn't go downstairs and see what they were doing. I had no doubt that Joe knew exactly what was going on, he just loved to be difficult.

I won't pretend that I wasn't a bit nervous. I loved my brother, really, but I would have loved for him to come back after five minutes with a sour look on his face. Instead, he looked slightly smug, his cheeks a bit pink as well. Shit.

Angie didn't know any signs of things being weird or awkward, but that was just her, I was sure.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, noticing how Joe and I were both sitting and staring at her.

"Oh, you know… stuff," I replied

"Oh, alright," Angela laughed. "Well I'm going to go de-hurricane my room. I'll see you, yeah?"

"Right, do we need to do that to Love Shack?" Nick asked from behind her.

"Oh no, don't worry about it. Nicola will take care of it if she cares."

There was one awkward moment when no one said anything and then Angela left the room. Something definitely happened downstairs.

"No," Nick said as he moved to stand in front of me.

"No what?" Joe asked. He didn't care, he was just having fun with the fact that the stools swiveled.

"No, I won't tell you what happened," Nick responded, staring right at me.

"I didn't ask you to."

"But you wanted to."

So? Really, I was confused. If it was good, wouldn't he want to rub it in my face?

"Don't forget, it's my turn now," I smirked at him before getting up to leave.

"Turns? When is it my turn?" Joe asked, just trying to give us a hard time.

"Go console Lesley," Nick told him.

"Ooh, good idea, I just may do that," Joe grinned.

I shook my head and made my way up the stairs. Angie's door was open and she already had a bunch of stuff on the floor.

"Hey," I got her attention.

"Hello there," she smiled at me. "Is it your turn?"

What? What did Nick say?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, getting nervous that everything was about to be ruined.

"I'm not dumb, Kevin, I know what's going on," she said lightly, clearly not pissed at anything. "You and Nick are battling it out."

"You…" I stopped and looked at her with my head cocked, trying to figure it out. She wasn't supposed to know this. Was she? Was this bad?

"Umm… right."

She laughed at me lightly tapped my cheek.

"So are you going to stand there and watch me?" she teased.

I nodded and leaned against the door frame. "Yes, I'm a fan of watching you."

"Well here's the deal, yeah?" she began, flashing me her teeth with a wide smile. "You take these frames and put them in the basement for me and then you can come back and we can chat."

Oh really?

"Just the two of us?" I confirmed.

"Yes."

Deal. I managed them all in one trip and made sure to give Nick a big grin as I walked past him. Angie wasn't in her room when I returned so I flopped onto her bed to wait.

I really wanted to stop thinking about what Nick may have said to her. What if what I said wasn't as good? But really, I knew that I was just making myself nervous.

The door to the bathroom opened and Angie walked out with a toothbrush in her mouth and no shirt on. She didn't notice me as she moved to her dresser to dig around for a shirt.

"What, am I the same color as your bed or something?" I asked, causing her to jump.

She mumbled something through the toothpaste and threw a shirt at my head. I was honestly surprised when she didn't run back into the bathroom. Instead, she just finished looking until she found what she wanted and slipped it on right there.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you just said," I teased her with a smile.

She narrowed her eyes before returning to the bathroom to spit.

"You're something else," she said when she came back.

Angie crawled onto the bed and lay on her side with her elbow bent to prop her head up.

"What are you thinking right at this moment?" I asked after a moment of looking at her.

"I'm thinking that all those little teeny boppers are crazy for liking Nick and Joe better," she surprised me.

I shrugged, "It's my age, mostly. I'm pretty popular with the fans that are in their twenties. It doesn't bother me."

It didn't either. I liked to think that it kept me more grounded because I knew that all the popularity was getting to Joe. He was the same when it was just us and a few friends but as soon as the cameras turned on and the screaming started, it all changed.

"That's good, you shouldn't let it," she said while staring straight in my eyes.

"The only thing that matters right now is me figuring out how to stay here longer," I told her.

"How is that going to be possible?"

"I don't know. I already got a bunch of calls, people at the record company want to fly us out of the area before the storm hits but I wouldn't have it. I haven't had enough time with you yet."

"Why are you so sweet?" she asked. "I mean, really, you and Nick, mostly you, you're just amazing guys. It's surreal."

"We were raised well," I told her with mixed feelings about what she said. She just had to mention Nick. Yeah, he could be sweet but did she start talking about me when she was with him? I had no idea.

"Kevin, can I ask you something personal?" she requested with a devilish smirk.

"You can ask me anything you want," I replied.

"For you, what constitutes being pure? Like, you know what I mean?"

Oh boy. We'd always tried to avoid this question and talk our way around it but I doubted I would be able to do that with her. Then there was… shit.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied, not sure how to answer. "Umm… you see…"

I paused to figure out the proper words and she just waited patiently.

"There's a secret, Angie," I said finally.

"I knew it!" she said, jumping up to a kneeling position so that she was looking down on me. "I knew there was a secret, you're going to tell me what it is, right? Or no, let me guess. And you tell me how hot or cold I am."

"Okay," I nodded, figuring that this would probably be easier than saying it out right.

"Alright, so, it involves… you."

"Sort of."

"Hmm. Okay, it involves you and someone else."

"Sort of."

"You're making this difficult here, Kevin," she laughed.

"Alright, it has to do with one of my brothers but it involves me as well," I gave her a hint.

"So, you and Nick?"

"No."

"You and Joe."

"Yes!" she was getting somewhere now.

"Okay, you and Joe… have a secret. That involves each other."

"Not so much," I gave her a negative face. "Try more specific guesses, you're too broad here."

"So, it has to do with the whole purity thing…" she paused for my confirmation. I nodded for her to continue.

"Right, so, you and Joe went to a party and got really drunk and Joe passed out so then you fucked around with his girlfriend."

Shit.

"Almost," I replied bashfully.

"Are you serious? I'm close?"

"We weren't drunk…"

"Whoa, what?"

"Yeah, it's umm… no one knows about this," I told her. This was awkward, maybe not the best of ideas.

"You have to tell me now, you've said too much to stop," she said with a big grin, like she was really excited to find something out.

"I thought you were guessing," I chickened out.

"Alright, you're not a virgin."

"Not exactly," I responded.

"Not exactly to you not being a virgin or not exactly to being a virgin? I'm confused." She cocked her head sideways and it was just too damn cute, I couldn't stand it.

"Alright, I'll tell you," I relented. "Joe doesn't consider himself a virgin. This is a huge secret, no one besides the three of us know and we have to keep up the image of purity for the public, right?"

She nodded her head, eager to hear more.

"But wait, what does virgin mean? Meaning sex or just like… head or something?" she interrupted.

"This is awkward," I laughed.

"Kevin, you're 20 years old, it's okay to say sex!" she teased, poking me in the ribs. "Say it."

"Angela…"

"Say it."

"Joe has not had sex!"

Phew. Now that that was out…

"Good. Have you?"

Wow, this was just… going way too fast.

"I didn't finish telling you about Joe," I tried.

"It doesn't matter, I want to know your secret," she rebutted.

Why was this so hard? I mean, I was pretty sure that Angie wasn't a virgin, she wasn't going to judge me or anything.

I was about to reply, to tell her everything when there was a loud crack and the lights when off.

"What the fuck?" Angie said. It was pitch black, with the windows being all boarded up and everything.

"Is it raining?" I asked, sitting up and listening to try to hear it.

"Yeah, it is," she responded. "You can hear it hitting the gutters, listen."

"I thought it wasn't supposed to start until tomorrow," I said.

"No, it's probably just a small piece of it," she responded. She put her hand on my chest to know where I was and used me as leverage to climb off of the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not able to see anything.

"Listening," she responded.

I stood and made my way over to where she was, luckily without bumping into anything.

"Should we go downstairs and make sure everything's fine?" I suggested, loving the idea of not having to give my secret away.

"No way," she said before pushing me back into the room and shutting the door behind her. "You're not getting off just because the power's out. Where are you?"

She walked into me and I caught her in my arms. I had expected her to pull away but she slipped her arms through mine and pulled us into a loose hug. I wasn't complaining, really, just fucking confused.

"So what were you saying, Kevin?" she asked me softly.

"Nothing at all," I replied.

I couldn't help myself. I don't know what happened, something, I don't know, but I leaned down and kissed her. I kissed her and she let me and I kissed her deeper and she let me and I licked her lip, wanting entrance and she let me.

Fucking… nuts.

I pulled her closer to me and cupped her face with one hand while leaving the other on her lower back. She pushed against me, forcing me to take a step back and then another. I fell backwards onto her bed and pulled her on top of me, never breaking the kiss.

She was so intoxicating and it was dangerous. I wanted to kiss her and never stop and some sort of bravery rose up from the depths where it was hiding. I slid my hand down to her ass and squeezed it gently to which she responded with a slight moan. Her hands were everywhere, my chest, my neck, tangled in my hair and anywhere was perfect.

Here was this beautiful that made my stomach flip every time she walked into a room, on top of me, making out with me, touching me. I couldn't stop. I wanted more even.

I slid my hands under her shirt and caressed her soft skin. Oh, how I wanted to pull off all her clothes and worship her. I wanted to do everything with her, nothing else mattered. Little Kevin had come out to play and I was sure she could feel him but it didn't matter. It was what she was doing to me.

I flipped her over so that I could feel like the man and brazenly pulled her shirt over her head. I didn't even care anymore. My hands were everywhere, her waist, her stomach, her breasts and she only returned my advances with more fervor.

My lips traveled down her chin and to her neck and she may have said my name. I wasn't sure. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins and the echo of my heartbeat loud in my ears.

"Kevin," she said breathily.

"Angela," I responded, not lifting my head from her neck.

"Kevin, is this wrong?"

"Not even a little bit," I lied.

She took more initiative and pulled my shirt over my head. I hated pulling away from her, even in the slightest to let the fabric move between us but a second later, I was back at her lips.

Angie arched her back, pressing herself closer to me and pulled at me with her fingertips, marking me with red scratches. It was like she needed this as much as I did and I was only too happy to give it to her.

"Is this wrong?" she whispered against my skin.

It was. It was very wrong but that didn't stop my pelvis from pushing against her. It didn't stop me from wishing that there was no material restraining me.

"Kevin, I made out with Nick," she blurted shyly.

"I figured," I responded. She didn't take Nicks shirt off. She didn't lock him in a room with her.

I nibbled lightly on her ear causing her to emit some kind of wonderful sound and that was it. There was no more stopping. I ran my fingers down her side and onto the button of her jeans to pull them open and slide them down.

"Should we be doing this?" Angie asked but she arched her back to help me get her jeans off so I wasn't worried.

"Yes," I responded, allowing myself to admire her tight thighs with my fingers.

This wasn't me and I knew that but I wanted to figure out who it was. Who was this person taking off a girl's jeans? Who was this guy yearning for intimacy? The new Kevin Jonas?

"Are we really going to do this?" Angie asked again.

"You're talking too much," I growled back while wondering if I should wait for her to take off my pants or just do it myself.

"Kevin, are you a virgin?"

Shit, woman, just let me do what I need to do! Seriously. She wasn't backing off at all. If anything, she was encouraging me more.

"Angela, don't think about it," I told her.

She seemed like she wanted to protest but I cut her off by slipping my hand into her panties and doing everything I could to distract her. She was making these noises, like gasping moans and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"You've definitely done this before," she giggled before pulling my hand away and pushing me onto my back once again. Angie straddled me with her legs and pulled my pants button out of it's hole. She trailed kisses down my chest, moving lower as my pants slid off my hips.

She was doing quite well considering Little Kevin was poking her hard in the chest.

This was it. A different it. She was going to do it…

Oh shit! That was her hand gripping me. Fuck.

I'd been waiting for this moment since I was eleven. The moment when an incredibly hot girl that I almost loved would unsheathe the weapon that was Little Kevin, the weapon I had been training with for years.

I may have whispered her name, I may have groaned it, but I couldn't hear a thing. I couldn't see, hear, taste, or smell, only feel. And when I felt her mouth close around my cock, my life was complete. Because I could go across the world and see and feel and touch everything but never be satisfied until I felt Angela's mouth on Little Kevin.

That is, until the worst thing that could have happened, happened.

"Ang? Are you in there?" A voice called. She knocked and tried the doorknob which was thankfully locked.

"Shit," Angie exclaimed. She jumped off of me and walked to the door, leaving me so far hanging.

I could have died.

"Yeah, Les, I'm here, what's up?"

"Why is the door locked? What are you doing?" Lesley called.

"Nothing, what do you need babe?"

"It's Dom," Lesley said softly. "He just called your cell phone. He said something about being stranded at Desi's."

"Fuck," Angela said softly. "Okay, give me a minute, yeah? I'll meet you downstairs."

She moved back to the bed and crawled on top of it, feeling around.

"Kevin, where's my shirt?"

"Oh, what the fuck?" I asked, devastated. The best moment of my life, ruined.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go get him," she said tenderly.

"Why? What's even happening?" I asked, getting pissed. Of all the people who could have ruined this moment, it had to be the guy that I knew Ang had had a thing with.

"Desi's is a bar," she responded while searching everywhere for her clothes.

I sat up and reached over the side of the bed where my pants most likely were.

"Dom wouldn't call unless he's in trouble," she continued. Apparently, she'd given up and moved to the dresser to find something else to wear.

"I'll go with you," I offered. This couldn't be over yet, not yet.

"No, sweet cheeks, it's dangerous out there," she responded, touching my chest tenderly as she brushed past me.

"Exactly," I responded. I had no idea where my shirt was but I didn't much care.

"Angela," I called, trying to get her to stand still for a moment.

"Kevin," she responded from somewhere to the left.

"How the fuck can you see what you're doing?" I asked as I tripped over something trying to make my way to her.

"It's my room, doll, I think I would know it," she said with laughter in her voice.

I sensed her to the side and I reached out to grab her.

"Listen to me," I demanded, holding her in front of me. "You won't regret what just happened, right? I need to know. You won't decide it was a mistake?"

She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight.

"You're amazing, Kevin," she responded. "I won't regret, as long as you don't."

"I could never," I told her before using my hands to guide her face to mine for another kiss.

"Kevin, are you a virgin? I have to know."

Fuck. What's with all the virgin talk?

"No," I responded honestly.

"You don't consider what we just did de-virgining right?" she confirmed.

"No."

"Okay."

She moved to pull away and leave but I held her there for one more moment.

"Angie, this isn't over, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"This. You and me. It's not over, right? Because I feel something for you that is much, much more than lust. You need to know that," I told her, hoping that she believed me.

"Don't worry," she said with a soft kiss to my lips. "It's not over."

"Good," I replied, kissing her hard once more before letting her go.

I knew one thing, at least. I did not regret that I just almost had sex with Angie. I regretted the first time, absolutely, but that was a story for another day. I felt so strongly for this girl, for some reason, and I knew that there was something between us. There had to be.

I just needed to figure out exactly what it was.

I followed her down the stairs, keeping close and using her body as a shield of sorts so I wouldn't bump into anything.

Lesley was at the bottom of the stairs with a worried look on her face. Someone had lit a bunch of candles and I could see a multitude of people sitting in the living room.

"I'm going now, baby, don't worry," Angie said to her once she reached the bottom. "Has anyone heard from Jake? Did he make it home?"

Someone yelled that he had and satisfied, Angie moved to go through the kitchen to the garage. I followed her until Nick stepped in front of me and pulled me to the side.

"What the fuck were you doing in Angie's room with the door locked?" he asked, his eyes a little wild. "And why the fuck aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Fuck. Shit fuck.

Knew I forgot something.

A/N: So, drama. Just for the crazies out there, I know that JB would probably never do much of these things but you know, it's fanfiction. So deal. Please review and tell me what you thought. I still don't know what I'm going to have happen with the 2 dudes, 1 chick scenario so if anyone has any ideas, let me know. :D