thanks for the reviews....
i still dont own JONAS.....
i want to thank my sisters for being great big sisters....
so enjoy.....
Joe flopped down onto his bed sighing, he closed his eyes as memories flooded over him of his little brother.
It had been 3 long weeks….
3 weeks since Nick had stormed out of the firehouse.
3 weeks since he had last seen his little brother.
3 weeks since he had seen his brother's smile.
3 weeks since he had heard his brother's laugh.
3 weeks since he heard his brother's yell.
Okay he was missing his brother's yelling. He knew he missed Nick a lot but missing his brother's yelling was saying something.
A doorbell rang through out the house; Joe buried his face into the pillows as he heard footsteps run up the stairs.
A body sank onto the bed, Joe didn't even bother to look up he knew who it was.
"Joe?" the person asked tentatively.
Joe quietly groaned into his pillow.
"Your parents left with Frankie to go shopping." Stella asked.
Joe lightly shrugged, not moving to even look up at her.
"Come on Joe, let's go see a movie or go shopping or something." Stella prodded.
"Don't wanna." He mumbled into his pillow.
"Joe, come on you can't just lay here your whole life."
Joe mumbled something into his pillow which Stella didn't understand.
Stella looked up as the doorbell rang through out the house.
"Do you want me to get that?"
Joe nodded into the pillow, still fighting the urge to cry over his missing brother.
Joe still had his head buried into the pillow when he heard Stella open his front door.
"Joe! Get down here!"
As Joe stumbled out of the bed and towards the fireman pole, he heard Stella open the door and yelling outside "KEVIN! Get in here!"
Joe walked into the living room at the same time only to find a detective standing in the middle of the room. A couple seconds later Kevin walked into the room, followed by Macy.
"Mr. Lucas, we have come to a hurdle in your brother's case."
"What does that mean?"
"There seems to be no evidence of what happened to your brother. But we did find this yesterday." The detective reached into his pocket, and pulled out a silver chain.
Joe's breath caught in his throat when his brown eyes landed on the charm on the chain. The detective held the chain out to the brothers, Joe's tan hand reached out and the necklace was dropped into his hand.
He pulled his hand in and looked at the necklace in question; the light glinted off the silver dog tag. His brother's diabetes dog tag. Out of all the things to find this was one that they wished to never find with out their brother. This necklace was always worn by the youngest brother, ever since they had it made; he had never taken it off.
"We are still working on the case, even though we have hit a road block. We will contact you if we get any new information."
"Thank you detective," Kevin whispered.
As Stella let the man out, tears leaked out of Kevin's hazel eyes. His eyes were on his brother as Joe cradled the dog tag like it was the most precious thing in the world.
As Stella shut the door, she turned looking at the brothers standing awkwardly in the room.
Walking over quietly to the younger brother, Stella put her hand on his shoulder, "Joe?"
Joe chocked on a sob before collapsing onto the floor. Stella sat down next to him wrapping her arms around her friend as he cried.
She looked up to see Kevin run from the room, and Macy running after him.
Stella knew that Joe and Kevin were blaming this whole thing on themselves. Even though it wasn't their fault.
Stella wanted to help, to make it better….but she didn't know how.
She hated that:
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what to say.
She didn't know how to help.
She didn't know how to make it better.
She didn't know how to take away their pain.
She hated the feeling…
The feeling of being helpless.