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Devi/Nick POV
Telepathy/ flashback
I DON'T OWN JONAS OR SIMPLE PLAN!!!! FOR THE CONTEXT OF THIS FANFICTION, THE SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN AND SANG BY THE IMAGINARY BAND, VIP.
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She lapsed into a thoughtful silence and sat on one of the beds in the room. I walked over to the window, and looked out at the dark outline of the city. I was so lost in my thoughts of my brothers that I didn't hear Devi walk next to me. She grabbed my hand, and we stood like that, reflecting about our past, and fearing our future.
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JOE'S POV
It's been one month since Nick left. Kevin and I haven't left the house at all in that month. We have been wallowing in self misery and pity. School starts in a week, and the staff has already been notified that Nick will not return. It will be so weird not having him by my side at classes, helping me with my homework, and pushing me to study. But what I think I miss the most is walking upstairs and hearing him playing a new song for our record on his piano or guitar.
We've continued with the band, like Nick wanted, but it doesn't seem right without him. It feels empty, like a hole has been drilled into our songs and our hearts. We never realized how much we took Nick's songs and heart for granted. You never really know what you have, until it is gone. I sighed when I looked at the emptiness of Nick's room, and turned on the TV to a random news show.
"And that is why she will never own a bird again. In other news, a new band has been climbing to the top of the charts. Is this real? They've only been in the business for 3 weeks, and they already have a number one hit, and we've got up close with the two stars, Rose and Fang!
A girl and boy, each about 18, appeared on the screen, and Kevin walked up behind me. The girl had long black hair with bangs across her forehead. The tips of her bangs were died red. She had startling bright green eyes, the color of the newest leaves in spring. She was about 5'6 and very pale. She wore a short black leather skirt with ripped striped dark grey and black leggings. Her shirt was skin tight and was the same dark grey as her leggings. She looked like a punk with too much make up and she had a skull necklace dangling just above her stomach.
The boy also had longer black hair that flipped out, kind of like mine used to before I got it cut. He was an inch taller than the girl and wore a black leather jacket, a ripped dark blue tank top, and skin tight black jeans. He was as pale as the girl. His eyes were covered by black shades; but he took them off with his ring covered hand, and revealed them to be the exact color of the sky on a stormy day.
The reported appeared again, next to the two.
"I'm here with Rose and Fang of the new group called VIP. Tell me, what does VIP stand for, in context of the band?"
The girl answered. Her voice had a rocker edge to it, but I could tell she could make it sweet if she needed it to be. "VIP, for us, means Very Important Punks. Cause that what we are, and were proud of it!" The guy, Fang, smirked an amused way, showing off, well, fangs. I had to admit, the girl was pretty hot, and her voice was one I would never get tired of.
The reporter gabbed again. "Your songs, album, and tour. Tell me about them."
This time, the boy spoke. His voice was the voice of a pure rocker and I instantly knew that this guy had talent. "Our songs were inspired by the uncertainty and sadness of the world around us. We try and write them to show the world in the way people avoid and don't want to listen too. We mainly write of heartbreak, misery, things like that."
The girl intervened. "Our album comes out today, and it features all of the songs voted on by our fans. Our tour kicks off tomorrow in some city in California. Apparently, the city is where the famous Lucas Brothers live."
"Speaking of the Lucas brothers, what would you do if they came to your concert, and how do you feel about their brother Nick, disappearing?"
They glanced at each other and Fang answered. "We don't really care about the fame of others. We want to make a name for ourselves, on our own. So if 2/3rds of JONAS decide to show, it wouldn't matter to us. We play for our fans, not for fame. And as for their little bro running away, who cares? It's not my problem. I mean, I hope he is alright and all, but it is really none of my business as to how or why he left."
The reported nodded in a completely indifferent way that made me want to strangle her for not caring. "One last question, your fans. What do you think of them?"
"We love our fans," answered Rose. "Like Fang said, we play for our fans, not for fame."
"I understand you guys are going to be playing your single in a minute, so I will let you get to that. Thank you for your time."
Both of them just smiled and waved goodbye at the camera. I watched the boy, Fang, pull Rose close to him, and kiss her, just before the camera went black. Before that little stunt, I couldn't help but be reminded of Nick and Devi, even though nothing about those two seemed even remotely similar to them. Now, I just viewed them as musicians that I preferred to never see again.
"I got us tickets two their show tomorrow." Kevin said. "I thought it would be a good thing to get out of the house and enjoy some new music. I bought their record, ad it is really good. Wanna listen?"
I groaned, but said, "Why not?"
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NICK'S POV
I shut off the TV after I watched the new band, VIP, give an interview. I heard a sigh next to me ad looked at Devi, who was still watching the blank screen. I ran my fingers through my curly hair and dared to ask What's up?
She did not look at me. She got up and stretched before answering. The usual. Come on, we'd better get ready. The Boss would kill us if we were late. She went into her room to change. I ran my fingers through my curls again, and did the same.
I looked in my mirror, and I again hated what I saw. You are doing this for Joe and Kevin. Never forget that. If only repeating this line over and over could help get me through this.
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KEVIN'S POV
I put VIP's record into Joe's player, and blasted it. Joe covered his ears, and I glanced apologetic at him, and turned it down just enough so our ears wouldn't bleed. (Me against the World by Simple Plan)
(Fang singing, Rose singing, both singing)
We're not gonna be
Just apart
of their game
We're not gonna be
Just the victims
They're
taking our dreams
And they tear them apart
'til everyone's the
same
I've got no place to go
I've got no where to
run
They love to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm
a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always
said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But
I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them
wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world
We
won't let them change
How we feel in our hearts
We're
not gonna let them control us
We won't let them
shove
All their thoughts in our heads
And we'll
never be like them
I've got no
place to go
I've got no where to run
They love to watch me
fall
They think they know it all
I'm a
nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always
said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But
I'll make it on my own
I'm gonna prove them
wrong
It's me against the world
Me against the world
Now
I'm sick of this waiting
So come on and take your
shot
You can spit all your insults
But
nothing you say is gonna change us
You can
sit there and judge me
Say what you want
to
We'll never let you in
I'm a nightmare, a
disaster
That's what they always said
I'm
a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my
own
Me against the world
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's
what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it
on my own
I've got to prove them wrong
They'll never bring us
down
We'll never fall in line
I'll make it on my own
Me
against the world
I turned off the player and watched Joe's reaction. He looked at me.
"Alright, they are really good. The guy's voice, Fang…wow. He sounds so into it and perfect for this song. All out rocker and husky, you can tell he loves to sing. And Rose, her voice fits with his perfectly! Never too high or too low, and always has had had the right amounted of energy. They could even surpass us!"
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I bet even Nick would be impressed." Joe laughed sadly.
"Yeah, he would be. But then he would go straight to his keyboard or guitar and whip out a sing that could easily best this one."
Kevin smiled and pats my back. "That he would."
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DEVI'S POV
"No," Nick said with patience I didn't deserve. "Try this." He guided my fingers to the correct note and rhythm for our new-ish song. For some reason, I couldn't get it right today. My fingers did not want to play the piano. I sighed, and did it, correctly this time. The Boss clapped in a slow mocking way, as if praising me for getting it wrong about 6 times in a row.
Stay calm. Don't get worked up over a little mistake. Nick's calm voice said, entering my haze of thoughts.
It's not the mistake that gets me angry. Rather the badly disguised guy behind us. Nick sighed lightly, as if agreeing. He gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was feeling. I took a deep breath that expelled my anger and ran my fingers through my unfamiliar hair. I was about to start again, but the Boss intervened.
"Enough. Nicholas, you can leave. Devi, stay here, you still need practice."
Nick crossed his arms and looked defiantly at the Boss, kind of like the look a two year old would give a father when he was not allowed to do something. But with Nick, it seemed much more impressive and intimidating; I couldn't help but smirk.
"No. I am staying with Devi and rehearsing. I need it just as much as she does." The Boss glared at him with his brown colored contacts covered eyes.
"You WILL follow my orders! You do not need it like she does! You have been in this business for years. Why do you think I never asked to hear your musical expertise? I am not dumb, Nicholas, now do as you were told, or Joseph may lose a finger!"
Nick looked down, defeated. My heart cried for him, but he did not hear its silent tears.
"No, Nick, wait." He stopped and turned towards me, surprised. But I only watched the Boss stare at me with rage as strong as volcanoes, in his eyes. When I spoke, I let no signs of any emotion show in my face, and I forced my rolling waves if anger and fear back. "The Boss owes us something for us doing everything he says."
The Boss looked at me, skeptical and raising his eyebrows. "I suppose you wish to know why I did not die from my traitorous sisters' bullet." I nodded. "Very well. It's not like you can tell anyone anyway. Like you, my genes were perfected, but I did it to myself. You see, I gave myself blue and silver, both safe for the tester, and very useful. Silver is why you cannot communicate with anyone outside. I can block the mutations, as you call them, of others and constrict where they can be used. The blue is the reason I am alive. I am completely, 100%, bullet proof. My skin is a hundreds times harder than diamonds; nothing can hurt me. Now, are you both going to listen to what I say, or do you need the pain of your loved ones as persuasion?"
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