Happy Belated B-Day, N Jerry Jo! Yes, that's what I'm calling him now. That means its almost my 15th B-day too. Nov. 3, and yes, Kevin's is Nov. 5. And yes, that is quite awesome! I "heart" Kevin Jonas!!

Okay, enough of my rant. Read, enjoy, review!!!

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"So how's the quest for Hannah's heart going Nicholas?"

"Less than perfect", he replied. I chuckled under my breath so he couldn't hear me

The girls had barricaded themselves into their room after our little incident. Kevin, Nick, and I had gotten ice packs and had recovered from Lola's little revenge. They had gone into our bedroom to write a song.

I was currently playing Xbox 360 and waiting for the girls to come out of exile. I was so winning, but then again, I had the high score on almost every game we owned.

Kevin had only managed to beat me at Guitar Hero for the sole reason that I do not play the guitar and he has made a career out of it, which officially makes him the master. Maybe they should come out with Tambourine Hero. Now that I could master.

But I was the official master of the Xbox and my brothers fully accepted that. They appeased me to keep shaving cream out of their beds and their toothbrushes out of the toilet. Those were the good times.

I had just beaten the next level of Spyro when I heard the door to the girl's room open and close. I felt whoever it was sit down next to me. I knew who it was too. Just by the smell of her perfume. Raspberries.

"Hi, Lola", I could feel her next to me even though we weren't touching. I had this jittery feeling and I had to pause the game because any attempt at concentration would be lost. I had never felt like this before. I don't know what this is.

"Hey Joe" I looked up at her. I didn't realize that I had missed her. We were only exiled for an hour, I don't know why I felt like it was a month.

"Where's Hannah?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

"She still hasn't exactly forgiven Nick; or the rest of you for that matter. She refuses to come out of the room"

"She's still embarrassed? Pop star can hold a grudge"

"She's kind of self-absorbed. You get used to it" she shrugged and picked up the second controller.

"You play video games?" She was turning out to be perfect. Well, except for the purple hair. I might not be able to get used to that.

"I dabble. There's one of these in Hannah's dressing room"

"I bet I could beat you! I'll bet you slave privileges for two days" I said. I could obviously beat her. I mean, she's a girl.

Two Hours Later…

"I can't believe you beat my high score!" I said as I threw down the controller. She had a devilish smirk on her face and I wanted to wipe it off.

"You 'dabble', huh?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you that I'm at every one of Hannah's concerts. I'm in the dressing room for most of them. I got really good I guess" Now she was batting her eyelashes at me innocently.

"Oh, don't play innocent. You hustled me!" she shrugged.

"Oh well, you're still my slave" I really should not have made that bet.

"Come on, I was kidding!" Well not if I had won, but that's beside the point…

"Two whole days…" the look on her face was a full blown smile now. It was starting to get irritating.

"Fine! A Jonas never goes back on his word. I am your slave", I said, trying not to contemplate what she would make me do.

I just realized what could be worse.

"Can I ask one thing?" I said, begging. "Can you keep this a secret? If my brothers found out…"

"Hmmm…" she said smiling and tapping her chin. It would have been cute if my well being didn't depend on it. I gave her my best puppy face and hoped it would work.

It did.

"Fine. Now make me a smoothie!" she said, obviously taking glee from my misery.

I got up and took the blender off its shelf. I made the smoothie and poured it into a glass. I carried it back to her, and she took a sip.

"Satisfactory…" she said, grinning like a demon.

I wanted to hurt her. Actually, no I didn't. I wanted to…well…never mind. Instead, I did the obvious.

I sat on her.

"Joseph Adam Jonas!" she said, beating on my back "Get off me!"

I slid off of her and back on to the couch next to her. I put my feet on her lap, and to my surprise, she left them there.

"How do you know my full name?" I asked, wondering if I had a stalker on my hands. Then again, the way she said it was kind of sexy. Did I really just think that?

"Dude, it's on your MySpace. I could also tell you that you were born on August 17th, but I'm pretty sure you already know that, or am I overestimating you?"

Damn that MySpace! She'd probably seen those stupid videos we made. They were funny, but I acted like an idiot in them.

"So, where's the baseball bat?" she asked, as if reading my mind.

"Kevin stole it before I could make him my next victim. I'm pretty sure he hid it in Frankie's toy box"

I want my baseball bat! Wow, random thought.

"I always knew he was the smart one…" she said, trying to insult me. It worked.

"Hey, that's insulting! I am too smart! Maybe I should put that on our MySpace! By the way, if you know so much about me, shouldn't I know something about you?" I said, sneakily changing the subject.

"What do you want to know?" she asked. I can't believe that was so easy.

I didn't know how many questions should we let me ask, so asked the one that was troubling me the most.

"Please tell me that is not your real hair color", I said reaching out and lacing her hot pink hair through my fingers. She reached up and took my hand and set it down on my lap.

That's when she did the last thing I ever expected her to do. She reached up and took off her hair.

My mouth dropped open as she took her blonde hair out of a bun on top of her head. It flowed down her back like golden waves. What can I say? I've always been a sucker for blondes.

"So?" she asked as she combed through her hair with her fingers.

"Wow…" I said. "I was right."

"About what?" she asked. I smiled.

"You seemed like a blonde to me", I said.

She glared at me from under her eyebrows.

"Wow. Thanks."

It registered in my extremely slow mind what I had said and how she had interpreted it.

"Oh no, Lola, that's not what I meant. I just have a thing for blondes" I can't believe I just said that.

I rolled on to my back and started to pull my foot toward my face. She started laughing at me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, obviously amused.

"I'm trying to put my foot back in my mouth", I answered. I lost my balance and fell off the couch. She leaned over the edge and looked down at me.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, honestly concerned.

"No, just my dignity", I answered as she helped me off the ground.

"Oh, and you can call me Lilly", she said as I settled myself on the couch. She gave me a smile that would kill some men, it almost got me. Getting smiled at by the right girl, I didn't realize it could feel that good. (That's from St. Elmo's fire)

"What, do you have a secret identity or something?" I asked, wondering what kind of girl this was.

"Actually…" she said.

Not giving me much to work with, I asked, "What is this secret identity?"

"Well, Lola is my alter ego, and my favorite song too actually (it's by the Kinks). She's part of Hannah's entourage. Lilly, on the other hand, is an average sophomore at Seaview High."

"Wow that must be cool. I haven't gone to regular school in years"

Sometimes I missed going to school with other kids my age. This was supposed to be my senior year and I won't be able to go to prom or graduation. Then again, most guys my age don't have sold out concerts on a tour with Hannah Montana. I guess it evens out.

"Its okay, I guess. Oh, and can we keep this a secret?"

"Sure", I answered, deadly serious. I knew she could tell.

"So, anymore questions?" she said quietly, giving me another killer smile.

"Yeah, one…" I said, giving her the straightest face I could muster "…have you ever snorted Pixie Stix?"

"Well, there was that one time…" she said.

We looked at each other for like two seconds, trying to keep straight faces, before we were on top of each other laughing.