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So I don't know how great a chapter that last one was but I'm new to this so bear with me.

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Lilly's POV

We pulled into his driveway to face a HUGE house, and my mouth dropped. I guess I shouldn't be surprised-he's a Jonas brother, not to mention that he was driving a black Porsche. He looked at me and noticed my shock and smirked, and I immediately snapped back to reality. Don't need to add to his enormous ego. He opened the door and we walked in. I was mesmerized by the gorgeous rooms I passed through. How could something as repulsive as him live in such an amazing place? Totally not fair.

Finally, we arrived in a room I assumed to be his room. Hmm. Not bad. There were multiple guitars lined up along the wall and his room was themed black and navy, with the occasional splash of electric blue. I watched him throw his backpack next to his bed as he collapsed on it. I hesitated, staying in the doorway. He looked up. "You know you can sit if you want."

"Where?"

"The floor, on the couch, in the chair, whatever floats your boat," he repiled. Floats your boat? Do people even say that anymore? I moved onto the couch, leaned back, and stretched my legs across it. Might as well make myself comfortable, I'm staying a while.

"Ok so I guess we better get started on this interview," I said, stating the obvious.

"Sure, ask away," he said, still laying on his back.

I grumbled, 'Lazy ass." Then, loud enough to here, I replied, "Okay-first question. Who is the real Joe Jonas, not the one you see in tabloids or even the jerk you are; who are you really? What do we not know about you?"

He remained silent. Shocking. Not that I really expected an answer; there probably was none. I was just about to move on to a different question, but then he responded, "A lot." He rolled onto his side to face me. There was another short silence before he answered. I searched his eyes, knowing emotions were always visible in them, and I saw hurt, anger, and sadness.

Then everything came pouring out. "I'm not what everyone sees me as. I know I act like a jerk, a player." I scoffed. No kidding. He shot me look, and I shut up. "The truth is, I'm absolutely disgusted. At those girls. At myself."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because it's my reputation, it's who I'm known as."

Are you kidding me? That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard. "Do you WANT to be known as that?"

He looked at me. "No. It isn't at all. It's just the image everyone expects me to be now and honestly it just flat out disgusts me who I've become. Nick can't look at me anymore-god my own brother is repulsed by me. Kevin does his best with me and is the best older brother someone can ask for, but i'm such a damn bastard to them, I don't deserve them. And Frankie, I'm the worst possible older brother and role model for Frankie. It makes me sick inside. And I know I should change and I know I have to change. But I just can't. And why? Because this is my way of coping, coping with the fact that she trampled over my heart. She ripped it out, stabbed it multiple times, and tore it into pieces."

I looked at him intently and shocked. I noticed tears welling up in his eyes and and any hate toward him melted away.

LIVELAUGHLOVE

Joe's POV

Here I was, in my room, with the girl who was my enemy.

Yet I was being so truthful with her, and for some reason, I'm not afraid to just tell her everything.

I continued, "And the band is my life; without it, I'd be nothing. Music has always been my way to express myself, the only way I know how. Everything in my music is honest and it all comes from the heart. Nobody knows this, but I have my own secret songbook. One that only I can see, for my own use: not the band's." I was nervous for her reaction. I pretty much just told her everything to me, something not even my brothers knew. I felt tears building and I tried to will them away, but I felt a tear fall.

She was silent for a moment, thinking of a response. She then said something I didn't expect, "I am so sorry. For anything mean or rude I ever said to you or about you."

"You had perfect reason to. I was unbelievably rude to you and you did nothing to deserve it. I should be apologizing."

"No I'm sorry it wasn't right for me, I had no idea about anything." We both stared at each other stubbornly, before laughing about how ridiculous it was, us arguing about apologizing.

It was then my turn to ask. "So I've told you about me, now I want to hear about you. What is Lilly Truscott hiding?"