Narration POV

Each day has dragged on painfully slow, nothing changing much. Laken had remained asleep, and was being fed through a tube. She had not lost a significant amount of weight, and was regaining the minimal amount she shed.

Rhiannon and Joe have not spoken to each other, both of them avoiding confrontation. Even when necessary, they'd find ways to avoid each other. Joe took all possible routes to avoid Rhiannon, and she had no intention of changing that. It's still a mystery to everyone why they've begun to dislike each other, but Rhiannon is to blame. What's going on with our little 'troubled past?' Her antics are becoming too much for Joe to bare, and everyone else is finally realizing the resistance to be in each other's company.

Lastly, Leonie and Nick haven't changed. Our girl remains tangled in a love web, trying to remain happy for the boy who's so quickly stolen her heart, while maintaining jealousy crawling up inside her. But as the time goes on, she's willing to mask her feelings to regain an amazing friendship.

Leonie's POV

"Nick, please wait," I called after him, extending my arms as he tried to shuffle away. We were back at the venue lounge, having circled the building at least five times in attempt to 'accidentally' bump into him. I saw him flinch his head, he was avoiding me and I guess he was mad that it failed.

"What, Leonie?" I hadn't expected him to actually talk, so I was at a loss for a response.

"I," hate the fact that I have to watch you wrapped up in the arms of another girl, "miss you." I managed to pull together.

"Oh do you? Because you avoiding me doesn't really show that," Okay, maybe there was a brain under the fro. I didn't think he'd caught on that I'd mysteriously need to be somewhere when he attempted casual conversation. I shuffled back and forth on the balls of my feet, deciding whether or not I should tell him the truth.

"I... you see... Well I just thought you wouldn't want to talk to me, after I barged in on ... you know. I thought maybe you'd be embarrassed because I saw or something," I lied, and almost laughed when he bought it.

"Aw, Leo!" he smiled, and stepped closer to me, "You're one of my greatest friends, I honestly don't care if you catch me and my girlfriend making out," and then he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. Why must his friendly hugs be so fulfilling? I was seriously resisting the urge to turn around and kiss him, not a joke. And then something hit me, the word girlfriend. I was stunned, when did there status become a relationship? Now all hopes I could have had were diminished, because he was officially off the market.

I swallowed loudly, holding back the tears that I hadn't asked to come.

"You and your girlfriend?" I asked quietly, trying to keep a smile on my face. He grinned at me, exposing perfect white teeth. Dammit Leonie, stop noticing these things.

"Yep, asked her this week," he seemed pleased with himself. I guess he'd never really been able to have a steady relationship, what with being on tour and all. I gave him a congratulatory pat on the back, I was too choked up to say anything.

"So I'm bored," I stated, when I was finally able to vocalize something.

"Me too, wanna do twenty questions?" He asked me, eagerness filling his eyes. Oh great, his excuse to get any answer out of me.

"Whatever floats your boat, Jonas," I smirked at him, while he grabbed my hand and bounded towards the front lawn to sit on the grass and play.

Nick's POV

Twenty questions, my safe haven. Nothing was restricted, and everything had to be answered one hundred percent honest. Of course, this could mean potential doom for me, but I had nothing to hide so it was mostly to force some needed answers out of her. So I plopped her down onto the grass, coated with dew, and we started our game.

"Okay, so... how come at the hospital you told me you didn't want to talk to anybody, but then ran to Joe like some lost puppy," that had been bothering me for a while. I felt rejected at that moment.

"Oh, that's because I'm madly in love with him!" She joked, and nodded like it was totally obvious. I knew she was kidding, but it sent this really empty feeling to the pit of my stomach. I brushed the feeling off, confusedly.

"I'll accept it," I scowled jokingly at Leonie, who returned with a smile.

"My turn, Mr. Jonas, how come you kissed Charlotte after knowing her for like three days?" why the hell did she ask that?

"Hey! First off, she kissed me. Then second, I guess it's because it felt right, y'know? Everything in my mind said to go for it, so I kissed her back, and way to walk in and ruin the moment, Leo!" I said smiling, poking fun at her. But her expression wasn't laughing, it looked pleased almost. Not in her physical features, those wore a cold stare but her eyes seemed fiery. A small 'mmm' escaped her lips, and she nodded her head a few times. "Alright, so now my turn. Remember back on the night when we first met? Frankie came into the room, and got me all embarrassed, and then you practically ran out of there crying when I told you he was annoying," I wanted to know what was up with that night. I know you were supposed to ask pointless questions in these games, but there were so many things unanswered. Her cheery faced disappeared instantly, and her head hung a little limp. I shifted my body so I would be turned more towards her.

"You didn't say he was annoying, you said little brothers were a pain," she cleared her throat, "You really want to know?" She paused, at which time I nodded. After a long moment of silence, she spoke up in barely a whisper, "I... think... I... killed... my... brother," she choked, and collapsed into my arms. I let her cry there, bewildered at what she'd just said. Mindlessly, I stroked her hair wondering what the hell she meant. We stayed there for about twenty minutes, while she just cried into my chest. I felt really bad, but what was I supposed to do?

Finally, Leonie picked her head up, and stared straight at me. I wasn't sure what I should be doing, so I stared right back at her then pulled her close, and planted a kiss on her forehead. We sat there, cuddling for a little while, until she wordlessly got up and walked towards the building, smiling and giving me a nod of thanks.

Rhiannon's POV

Okay, so I guess I kind of need to explain what is going on. I know for a fact that Joe did absolutely nothing wrong but stay by my side, and now he was pissed off and wanted nothing to do with me. That hurt a lot, but I honestly couldn't blame him. Sitting on the couch, receiving subtle glares from Joe, while staring at my nails was not my idea of entertaining.

There's a reason I'd been avoiding Joe, and being basically a complete bitch to him. This was really hard to say, because I myself didn't understand it. I felt like I was putting too much trust in Joe and I was afraid of that, afraid that he'd hurt me like everybody else did. Something about Joe caused me to trust him, and the only way to avoid that was by avoiding him. And damn that boys charm and manners, he wouldn't just let it go... until I actually wanted him there. I feel so selfish though, I want him but I push him away. I know it's wrong to make him suffer, but what can I do?

I shifted my position so that my chin was on my knuckles and my lips were pursed, I was deep in thought. How do I solve this problem? There was really only one perfect solution, that involved me not surrendering to him but not continuing to receive these cold-hearted stares. I had to go home, and that was the only solution. I'd been staying at a hotel that the Jonas' paid for me to stay in, but I couldn't do it anymore. I had to go back home, and be away from the Jonas brothers, away from Joe. My house, it was about two hours away and they wouldn't know where it was even if they did come look for me. I was actually leaving Joe, the one guy I could see myself someday falling in love with.

Joe's POV

I hadn't been myself in a while, all I had time to do was glare at Rhiannon, it seemed. I needed to talk things out with her for good, and now was the time to do it. I looked around for a while but didn't see her, so I decided I'd get some food to go by. On the refrigerator of the venue lounge, a small note was stuck to the door by magnet. In small neat handwriting, it read 'Joe.' I instantly knew it was from Rhiannon, and picked it up almost reluctantly.

Joseph,

I'm really sorry for the way I've been acting recently, I think you deserve an explanation. Here it is. Ever since you came to get me that day after my mother went crazy, I trusted you. That's something I never do, all people that I put my trust in hurt me in the long run. I guess I was afraid you would do the same, but I couldn't help but fall for you whenever you were around me, so the only solution I came up with was to shun you entirely. It hurt me so much, and to see you disappointed and annoyed and knowing I put you in that state breaks my heart.

Joseph, I really like you a lot but I'm afraid I need to go. I know this doesn't mean much, considering you want me to be gone for a while, but if I know you... you wouldn't waste energy on hating me. You changed my life a lot Joe Jonas, and you mean so much to me. Please, please don't stay mad at me forever? I don't want any memory of me to be negative. You're so amazing, and I feel so bad to be leaving like this without a proper goodbye.

I'm going home, leaving you guys to go on. Joe you don't deserve me there to bring you down like I've been doing, and tell your parents that I'll be sending a check for the room to them when I can scrounge up the money. If you could tell your brothers and the girls that I'll miss them, that would be appreciated.

Lots of love and deep regret,

Rhiannon.

I read the note a second time, as if it had all been a mistake. Rhiannon couldn't have left, she wouldn't. One sentence concerned me more than the rest, and that was 'I'm going home'. She couldn't do that! That's what got her into the mess in the first place, and after running away? Yeah, her drunken mother would welcome her back with open arms... or clenched fists sounds better. I ran to the door, in hopes that she hadn't pulled out and gone off yet. I had no such luck, as I stared at the driveway with everyone's cars except Rhi's. If I hadn't said what I said, Rhiannon would still be here smiling and joking with us. We'd go out to Pinkberry and get some ice cream, or she'd laugh at my stupid jokes that no one else seemed to get. But now she was gone, and I needed her back.

Laken's POV

I awoke to Kevin, leaning over me concerned as hell. I smiled, it was so great that he'd stuck by me after the snarky attitude I'd been giving him. He truly cared and that meant the world to me. About an hour passed and Kevin and I just stayed by each other, holding my hand the entire time. The hospital was busy, and I was rearing to get out of there. I was discharged and me and Kevin strolled towards the door on my wobbly legs, it was so weird to be walking. I had to go therapy so they could make sure I was totally healed, what a scheme for cash. We were about to walk out the door, when a snort caused me to look around. A girl, looking to be about sixteen, was glaring up at me. Kevin's hand gripped tighter on mine, I felt bad that he thought it would happen again. I hadn't realized what an affect this had on him.

"Ew, Laken, you really shouldn't have stuck around. Kevin really doesn't need someone like you messing it all up," her nasally voice was intense, and accusatory. I squeezed Kevin's hand, because I felt him about to react. I had to admit though, the chick had guts to come up and say that to my face.

"Listen sweetie, I know what you're getting at. Maybe I once didn't have enough self confidence to realize that you were all just pathetic idiots, but that's all changed. And little miss priss... green really isn't your color," I said, implying the jealousy obviously overcoming her. "See you around, love," I smiled fakely at her, while turning on my heel with Kevin by my side. Kevin looked at me, as if waiting for me to deny some food. He was such a worry wart, that was over! Done with, I felt like an idiot for even doing it. Now that it was discovered and put an end to... I was so cheery. I, of course still had the attitude, as you've experienced less than a minute ago. Just to clear his worry, I suggested we go get something to eat and downed my meal near instantly. It felt so good to have real food in my stomach, rather than the hospital tube shit I was afraid to ask the ingredients of. Things were definitely going to get better for a while, that was for sure.

A/N: I really started to get bored with this, I am aware it's got no direction at the moment. But, I've got some big plans for the next chapter. Well, for Jhi and Lick; I'd feel so bad to change anything in Levin's relationship, but unfortunately no story is good without conflict. And I really want to thank Hallie, my inspiration for Rhiannon and a lot of this chapter. Now, don't you go jumping to conclusions and thinking my life is ten times more exciting than it is, Rhiannon isn't an abuse victim... except for an occasional dictionary to the head, (-smirk). Elyce too, as my inspiration for Laken, who needless to say is not suffering from a current or previous anorexia problem. Stay tuned, dear readers, for I've got some things in store!