Joe's POV

I got set in a fancy bedroom just like mine back at my mansion except everything were white, brown, and blue. Well since I'm staying here for a month, might as well make it feel like home. I threw my luggage on one of the chairs behind a desk. The exquisite fine painted simple desk was holding up a new Apple laptop. God, I love this place. It was like being in a hotel room except I don't have to pay for anything.

Within an hour this room was like home. And when it's like home, I can't figure out anything.

"Man. Where did I leave my towel?"

Knock. Knock. I turn around and saw the door was shaking a little. I opened the door to see a surprise I never suspect. There he stood, the guy I love, wait what is he doing here?

"Nicholas… what in the world are you doing here?"

I saw the irritation on his face. Well when you call Nick his name like that things do not end up well. "While you are going to look for someone, I am hosting this season."

Even though I would rather kill him for being here I pulled him into a deep brotherly hug. "Come here bro. I'm so glad you're here. With me. Way out here."

I saw the sparkle in his eyes. "The producers asked me to host this season since Chris is in the hospital with most his bones broken."

"Can't he just speak, come on all he does is talk a little in between the episodes and earn millions a season."

He looked at me with a stern-like look. "HE was in a car crash, nearly died, had more than six surgeries, and in a coma he might never wake up from."

Wow. That guy seriously had a lot of torment. "Ok, but why did they pick you? I mean, what did Miley thought of you leaving for a month. I'm just surprised your alive and not in the hospital like Chris."

"She was actually really happy about it. She wants to make sure Lilly would be alright, am I'm here to make sure you don't do anything wrong."

"WOW," was the final word he spoke. His golden chocolate eyes peruse the room and turned back to me. "Tornado Joe just hit, didn't it?"

It felt a little odd to see my brother like this, if he would ever see my room messy he would make me clean it up, and he always have a way. Seriously his way are really scary, you either do it, or expect a memorial the very next day.

"I have to go to tape the intro of the first episode. I'll see you in an hour or whatever. Remember I want this place clean up when I get back."

As that door closed and he was gone, I wondered why I have a brother with such control over me, but if it wasn't for him I would never be successful, rich, or famous.

"My first day here, and I have to spend it doing cores," I whined feeling the need of maid or a butler, whichever way works.

There was another knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"This is James, your butler from now until the last day of your stay."

I jerked the door opened to face a man around his thirties and pretty good-looking like me. "Are you telling me that a guy like you is working for me?"

"Yes and I am certified in cleaning at Cleaning School."

I thought for moment, there is such thing as a school for cleaning. "Whatever, I just need you to clean this place in less than an hour," I said and pulled he in.

"I need this place clean within an hour before my brother gets here and kills me."

"Since I'm getting pay, whatever works best for you, boss."

I grab my jacket and walk the way towards the door. "I'll be back in a while." I closed the door behind me and walked towards the golf course. It was twilight. The sun began to set and I stared at the beautiful sky. There was a mixed with yellow, orange, and red in between the blue. I closed my eyes and felt a little breeze across my face. I didn't know why, but Nick was right. Just standing under the open sky could be relaxing, but of course I never really bother to listen to him, as of now I knew I was wrong.

If this 'Bachelor' thingy works out, I just might as well enough it. I looked at my Rolex and it has been nearly an hour, oh no.

I ran as fast as I could to my room. I opened the door to see the room sparkle and James dusting. "Wow you've done a great job here."

"Why thank you Master Joseph."

I smiled, and heard Nick's voice. I kicked James out through the only way out, the balcony. I only just wish he is ok.

I wiped my sweats and opened the door for Nick. I stood there feeling the need to sweat, a lot. "Wow you actually clean this place up pretty well." He stared and me and threw the bunch of paper he was holding onto my hand. "Is it either me or do these papers weigh like a ton?"

"Those are the schedule for the show. The time to be on set, your dates, and whatever else we are going to be pretty soon."

"What do you mean?"

"You, me, and the final two are going back to L.A. to see mom and dad, and everyone else."

"I thought the meeting parents stuff was to happen again after the incident in season 20."

"They put it back because this is a special season."

Why do they always do something crazy for something special? I look through the script schedule, wow, these people think of everything. "Downtown Chicago, Times Square, Hollywood, woo-hoo Vegas I love this place."

"Don't get too excited, half of the entire places you are going are going to be on TV, and I'm editing it Joe."

"Fine but I get more time with the ladies after the filming is done."

I stared at Nick and he was staring at his watch. "I'll see you in a little while. Lily's here and I'm going to see here, and besides Miley making me, too make sure is she's mad or not.

"If you don't make it back can I have your stuff Nick, money can go to Miley but I just want your sports cars and that island of yours island of the coast of France."

"I am not going to die. Maybe in the hospital, but I'm pretty sure I am not going to die." He walked out the door, and as soon as he disappeared again, I checked the ground below the balcony.

"You ok James?" I yelled down through the darkness.

I saw him barely moved a little. "I'm ok Master Joseph."

"Good!" I yelled back and walked back into my room.