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Authors Note: I know that this is really short and I'm sorry for that. I've been having a bit of a block and I wanted to post something. Let me know what you think, keep reviewing, I love to get them.

Nick's POV

This was fucked up. My oldest brother was standing shirtless in front of me, after emerging from behind locked doors with the potential girl of my dreams, and his face portrayed one message to me. Busted!

"Kevin, I asked you why you're not wearing a shirt," I repeated.

"Nick, it's not what it looks like," he said, his face falling blank.

It bothered me that I couldn't read what he was thinking or feeling. Did this mean that it was the end, that Angie picked Kevin? Did Kevin just break his vow again? Had I lost?

"Then explain to me what it looks like," I returned, surprising myself with the amount of bitterness in my voice.

"Listen, I have to go," Kevin rushed as he held out an arm as if he was going to hold me back. "I need to go with Angie…"

"I'm coming too," I declared before pushing past him into the kitchen where Angie was explaining things to the short girl from the Philippines.

She noticed me striding towards her with purpose and shook her head.

"No, you can't come," she said before I even got a word out.

"If I can't go, Kevin can't go," I informed her with an air of authority that came out of nowhere. I had no say in what Kevin did and we all knew that. Sounded impressive though, if I must say.

"Kevin's not coming," Angie responded. She smiled brightly for just a second before moving to open the garage door.

I grabbed her wrist and attempted to hold her back while, simultaneously, Kevin and I both voiced out protests.

"No way, absolutely not," Angie shook her head, "You guys have to stay here and hold down the fort for me."

"You can't go out there alone," I tried.

"It's just rain, baby," she expressed with an amused voice. Angie opened the door fully and punched a button to make one of the doors open.

"Look," she continued, "Just rain, no wind or anything. It's not a hurricane yet and it's no big deal at all so just relax and I'll be back in twenty minutes."

She stepped out quickly and shut the door behind her, leaving us in the house.

"Hey guys, what's going on," Joe said in a goofy voice from behind. "Kevin, rocking out without a shirt? New trend?"

There was this thick awkwardness lingering in the air. Almost like a tension. You know when you go into a public bathroom and step up to a urinal and start relieving yourself and then this guy comes and used the one right next to you? That feeling of… wow, this is just weird.

That doesn't happen often with us, we know each other too well, we get along with each other too well.

And the worst part was that I knew I could end it in a second. I could just pretend like I didn't care that Kevin just came out of Angie's room, shirtless.

This whole situation as just retarded. The first thing was that we agreed that there would be no hard feelings over this. But, I mean, I had just had a moment with Angie. A moment! And what did she just go and do? Kevin and I needed to talk about this, I needed to know what was going on here which brings me to my second point; there were fifteen other people in this house, most of whom were downstairs somewhere due to the blackout. Hell, three of them were standing in the kitchen, watching out little 'confrontation', probably wondering who was going to throw the first punch.

"Nick, would you join me downstairs," Kevin asked with an almost convincing smile.

I returned with a closed lip smile although it wasn't as easy for me to pretend like nothing was up.

"Sure Kevin, I'd be glad to," I responded before nodding towards the staircase, indicating that I would follow him.

"Can I come?" Joe asked half seriously from his perch on one of the bar stools.

"No," Kevin and I both replied simultaneously.

"Listen," Kevin started as soon as we were both down the stairs, "You didn't tell me what happened, I shouldn't have to tell you."

It was pitch black and I hated not being able to see his face, read his face. I also had a strong urge to pace which would most likely lead to me slamming into a wall.

"Did you have sex with her?" I asked, unable to keep the venom from my voice.

"No!" he retorted, seemingly trying to sound offended.

"But you would,' I spat before I could control it.

"Like you wouldn't…"

"I wouldn't!" I yelled, wishing that I could see him to get un his face about it. "Unlike some people, I take my vow seriously."

"That's not fair to say," Kevin defended.

'How isn't it? You're not a virgin!" I could hear myself talking and I didn't want to be saying these things but it was like I couldn't conrol it.

"Tangent, Nick," Kevin ended to get us back on track.

I was just so furious and I couldn't explain why. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to mark up his face and knee him in the ribs. Chances were that I'd end up hitting a wall and breaking a few knuckles.

And then the lights came back on.

Joe's POV

There were two stunned, silent seconds before everyone cheered loudly. I personally thought that the dim candle light accented my facial features well, not to mention that it dulled the lobster red that my skin was still sporting. Oh well, at least now I could properly see all of the hotties.

The Southern deep fried chick, Leslie, was giving me the eye but that was just dangerous considering that Ollie was still somewhere in the house. I'd think on it.

Anyway, I had been in the living room for approximately fifteen seconds before I heard a loud crash that was probably my brothers beating the piss out of each other. Boys, ah, there's nothing you can do about them.

It seemed like all eyes were on me all of a sudden. They were my brothers, I decided what would be done about it. I moved back into the kitchen to better judge the seriousness of it based on crashed, grunts and cursing, and there were several people behind me.

Sounded like a good fight. I shrugged and stated, "Ten bucks on Nick."

Then the house seemed to come alive with all the guys slapping down money and only a few girls spoiling it by sneering and turning away.

"Shh, shh," I demanded before tip toeing to the stairwell.

Jesus christ, they were beating the hell out of each other, right at the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't stand and watch this. I was a dick but these guys were my brothers. Shit. I did my best to push them apart but it didn't work until one of the guys took my lead and grabbed Nick from behind and literally carrying him away from Kevin. They both stopped instantly and stared at each other.

"Feel better?" I asked from in between them.

"Yeah, I do," Nick confessed and Kevin nodded.

'Assessing them, I figured that Nick didn't punch his hardest because Kevin didn't look too badly beaten up, and we've all seen Nick's arms.

"Guys, it would be really great if I didn't have to get involved in this, but of course, you're both enormous bastards and leave me with little choice," I stated. "One of you is going to have to back off."

I looked from Nick to Kevin and back to Nick. "You're gonna need a shitload of makeup for the shoot next week," I told him matter-of-factly before directing towards Kevin, "Good job, bro."

"It's fine, I'm fine," Kevin said. "I feel fine now."

Seriously, I was supposed to be the funny one.

"Oh yeah, is that so? What about you Nick?"

"I'm great," Nick spoke up before wiping his nose on his sleeve, staining it with his blood.

"Oh good, so we're done," I confirmed with both of them. "No more play fighting?"

There was plenty of glaring going around but I knew that they wouldn't let it escalate. There were too many people around, to be honest. With five other guys standing and watching the confrontation with eager eyes, neither Nick nor Kevin was going to drop the act. I was about to suggest that we go elsewhere but was cut off by a house 'Hey' that traveled down the stairs to us.

"Ang?" Fabrizio questioned in his foreign, wherever-he's-from accent.

"She wasn't gone long at all," Kevin commented while we all made our way up to the kitchen.

Angela was standing in the mud room, pulling off her shoes and getting water everywhere. She was absolutely soaked, like she had just gotten out of a pool.

"What happened," Nick asked. He sounded calm considering there was a feisty, hot dancer in front of him with a wet t-shirt clinging to her in all types of beautiful ways.

"My fucking car is stuck down the street,' Angela replied while peeling off soggy socks. "It's like a lake out there, seriously."

'I'll go get him," Dancer-Kevin offered, "My car's high up, it won't get stuck."

"Fuck Don,' Angie replied before bending over and wringing a waterfall out of her hair. "He should have known better than to go out at a time like this."

She undid the button on her jeans, still talking all the while. I heard Nick take in a sharp breath next to me and I agreed with him hole heartedly.

"Besides, he's probably just aiming to get back here so he could," and she took on a mocking voice, "Keep an eye on those Jonas boys.'

Angela, hot dancer, apple of my brothers' eyes, was standing soaking wet in front of me without pants on. I could only imagine what was going on underneath Nick's curls.

"Hey," Angie waved her hand in front of my face, "go get me a towel, will ya?"

Oh shit, must I? Resignedly, I walked slowly to the bathroom, taking my time for my brothers' sake.

"What happened to your face?" I heard Angie ask, most likely directed at Nick.

Was it wrong that I couldn't suppress a snicker? I did, I snickered. It's too good not to.