2 weeks later was a huge day. The day the Jonas family found out whether or not Devon Navers would be charged with multiple crimes. Joe took Miley's hand as the jury finished deliberating. "I still don't have dessert" he whispered.Miley hit him on the arm. Joe winced. "Gunshot wound arm" He hissed.
"Sorry" Miley said, then fell silent as the hed jurrour stood up.
"Have you reached a verdict?"
"Yes, your honor"
"How do you find the defendent, Devon Jaden Navers on the charges of kidnapping?"
"Guilty"
"On the attempted murder of Joeseph Jonas"
"It's JOE" hissed said Jonas.
"Guilty"
"On the attempted murder of Kevin Jonas"
"Not guilty"
"On the charges of abuse?"
"Guilty" The Jurror sat down as the judge asked if everyone had a agreed.
Joe, on the other hand, jumped up and swung Miley around. Devon's attorney shot Joe a murderous look. Joe and Miley sat back down, blushing. Kevin rolled his eyes and whispered something to Ashley.
After Devon had been led off, Frankie turned to Kevin "Kev, what's going on?"
"Well, You know how Mom and Dad put you in time out?"
"Yeah"
"Well, those people just put the man who took me and Joe on time out" Kevin said, putting his arm around Ashley.
"I'm glad we won the case" Miley said back at the Jonas Household , standing on tiptoes, "Now, how about-"
Frankie burst into the room with a football in hand. "Joe wanna play Football"
"Yeah, sure It's not like I'm BUSY anything." Joe said, "Honestly kid, you have just about THE worst timing in the history of bad timing!" He said, pushing Frankie out of the room. "Now, where were -"
"Joe, have you seen Ashley?" Kevin came wandering in the room from the door on the right side.
"What is it with my brothers and bad timing!" Joe shouted, "And she's cookin gdinner with Mom. NOW I WANT DESSERT!"
"But Joe, you'll spoil your dinner!" Kevin said., looking like he was explaining that Nick had curly hair to an impatient two year old.
"JUST LEAVE" Joe pushed his older brother out of the room with ease. "Now, about dessert" Joe said, leaning down to Miley's level. Poor Nick chose that moment to come in from the backyard with Michaela.
"Hey, Joe, Frankie stole your autographed football" Nick said.
"I'm never going to get dessert" Joe groaned.
"You know, Dinner should come first" Michaela said.
"Not that kind of dessert. The other kind" Joe pucked his lips. Nick looked ready to puke.
"I don't want to know about my older brother's love life" Nick said as Denise called them for dinner.
"COME ON" Joe quickly pecked Miley's lips, then stalked off.
"Save it for the honey Moon, Moe." Nick shouted.
an: Okay, this was the second to last chapter. I cut a chapter out because it was pointless. Right now, I'm actually only setting up for the sequel. Poor Joe is never going to get his dessert, is he?