A/N: Thanks to reneenicolemarie3, I've been told I posted the wrong chapter. Which I totally did. I posted the wrong fucking story. Sorry about that, spacing at four in the morning. So yeah, you get to read it again. Peace. Oh, and be warned. SEX!

RECENTLY DISTRESSED

The next couple of weeks went by fast. We were in a different city every night, performing for millions. Some nights, it was just too hard to handle. I had completely cut myself off from the boys when we weren't forced together on stage, and focused only on my music and being prepared. That was very hard to do, especially with the gorgeous Joe Jonas grabbing your ass every chance he could. But I had to make a name for myself, and not at Joe or Nick's slut.

We were finally down to the last week of the tour, and nearing Los Angeles again. Every time I thought about going home and collapsing in my oversized bed, eating fudge ice cream with Ashley and planning the wedding, my stomach did flips in anticipation. Especially when it came to the wedding. When we got home, it would be a week and two days until the glorious event, and everyone was coming to town for it. Being the Maid of Honor, I was helping all I could via telephone, but it wasn't much. I didn't even know what the dress I would be wearing looked like. It was all a mess.

Add to that the fact that I would be walked down the isle by Joe, who Kevin so skillfully picked to be his best man. Not that I really minded. Keeping a safe distance from Joe had kept us in the good zone. The only time we ever really interacted was when he forced me up against a wall for a make-out session, which I never rejected. It wasn't until the last hook-up that I realized submerging myself in my music was a bad idea, and sent my stress skyrocketing.

I had joined Joe in his bunk, doing nothing but making out for at least an hour. It was actually getting kind of boring, if you can believe that. And I couldn't get my mind off of all the shit that was bothering me.

Kevin had gone out with Nick to get the perfect 'coming home' gift for Ashley. Joe and I had rejected the invitation, using some stupid excuse that both other boys knew was a completely fabrication. Then, we just jumped up and started going at it.

Realizing this was all we were going to get to, I broke apart from Joe's delicious lips long enough to let out a weary sigh. He shot me a look of confusion, wrapping an arm protectively around my waist and pulling me against him.

"What's wrong?" His tone, though soft, was alarmed, caring, even worried. I just looked at him, a soft smile emerging on my lips. How do you tell someone that everything is wrong? You can't write a single song, you're getting cabin fever, you miss your family, and you can't keep doing this with him because you love him more than anyone you've ever met and it's making you an emotional wreck. It was only then that I realized all of those words had slipped from my lips. I had actually said them all. And I had started crying.

Large, salty tears slipped from my eyes and landed on Joe's pillow until he repositioned himself, cradling my head against his chest and stroking my hair lovingly. Even when I was dating him, I had never felt quite this close to Joe. He didn't speak, not a single word. It just happened.

Slowly but surely, he sunk down next to me, kissing me passionately, sending volts of electricity through my body. Tears blurred my vision, but I let my eyes fall closed, my hands finding their way up his shirt and to his chest, scratching against the skin lightly. The feeling of his callused fingers brushing gently against my skin as my shirt was lifted over my head was mind-numbing itself. It all happened so fast, yet it was perfect.

DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE

"Hey," Joe's soft voice startled me awake, my eyes opening slowly only to be greeted by his beautiful face. He was smiling that sexy smirk of his, leaning down to kiss me lightly on the lips. It was only then that I realized I was still in his bunk, the curtain pulled shut tight, stark naked.

Joe was drawing random patterns on my stomach with his rough fingers, leaving a trail of chaste kisses down my neck while doing so. We sat in silence for a few more moments, before we heard the door to the bus slam shut. Kevin and Nick were back.

Oh, what a compromising situation.

"Shit! Shit fuck!" I dropped from Joe's bunk, still naked mind you, grabbing my discarded clothing from the floor. I threw on what I could quickly, managing to get on my bra and shorts, jumping in my own bunk just in time for Kevin to throw the curtain open without so much as a warning.

"We got the perfect gift and why are you half hanging out of your bed?" I slipped from my embarrassing position, landing on the floor with a thud. Joe had shut the curtain to his bunk by now, but I could hear him snickering. Nick just sent me a puzzled look. Kevin's grin showed he knew exactly what had gone on while they were on their little trip. "Well then, I'm just going to go play guitar." He turned around awkward, whistling the tune to Marvin Gae's Sexual Healing. Suddenly, everything seemed to click in Nick's head as his jaw dropped.

"You slept with Joe?" I could tell he was trying to keep his tone hushed, but his whispers still sounded strained and almost angry. My face was growing hot, and I could almost guarantee I was redder then the bright red carpeting below me. I nodded slowly, not wanting to look up at Nick's most likely betrayed eyes. Suddenly, I just heard laughter.

"It's not funny!" I spat, letting my head fall against the floor. Nick sunk down next to me, still giggling lightly.

"It is a little bit. Horny fuck," he gave my shoulder a light push and laughed again. I just rolled my eyes, my stony expression breaking into a small smile.

"You do know he can still hear you?"

"Who? Joe? Yeah, he's probably too busy fighting off the ultra-high you gave him." Suddenly, the curtain to Joe's bunk was drawn back, Joe turning to dangle his legs over the edge, clad in only a pair of dark blue boxers. He extended a hand to me, lifting me off the ground and forcing me against him. He kissed me fervently, running his hands down my exposed back slowly. A low groan escaped from my throat as we separated, causing Nick to scoff loudly.

"So, what does this make us?" I found myself asking Joe's shoulder as he attacked my jaw with steamy kisses. There was no response except for Joe lifting his head and delivering a knowing smile. Finally, after two years and five months, I had the love of my life back. And it felt amazing.