Thank you guys for the reviews! I smile every time I get one; they mean so much to me! I know that some of these songs that they wrote are out of order, but it makes more sense the way they are in here…and there aren't too many like that, I promise! Oh, and this chapter is all about the JoBros; Miley doesn't make an appearance, but she will in the next, I promise!
November 16, 2006
"She's the kinda girl that you see in the movies; seen her in my dreams and now she's standing next to me," Nick sang while lightly strumming on his guitar. "Nice," he said to himself, writing down those lyrics in his notebook.
"Hey, honey, what're you doing?" Denise Jonas walked into her son's room.
"Just writing," he said, barely looking up at her.
"You know, your brothers are downstairs watching a movie. Why aren't you with them?" she asked him.
"Oh, I've just got a lot on my mind," he replied, turning his full attention to his mother.
"Like what?" Denise asked as she raised an eyebrow. "A girl maybe?"
"No, just stuff."
"I'm not going to believe that one, young man. All you've been doing is writing love songs lately. So who is she?"
"Mom--" whined Nick.
"Nick--" she whined back.
"Her name is Miley. She's great, Mom. Miley Cyrus, the one I met, I mean, we met a few weeks ago. She's my age and she's so beautiful and mature. Mom, I can't stop thinking about her!" he said all in one breath.
"Slow down, honey," Denise warned.
"Sorry. I just get so excited talking about her."
"I can tell. Why don't you call her?" she asked him.
"I could; wait, how did you know I had her number?" he counter-questioned.
"None of my sons would walk away from a girl they like and not get their number, not even Frankie!"
"I guess, but it's kinda awkward. I haven't spoken to her since we all met her. She probably has forgotten about me by now," he said in a depressed tone, talking himself out of calling her.
"Don't you dare do that to yourself, Nicholas Jonas. No one could forget you, not even if they tried! Call her," Denise instructed her son.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll just get online and see if she's on," he said, building up his confidence again.
"That's a good idea, honey. Do it soon, though, okay? I hate you sulking around like this all the time," Nick's mom said with a smile.
"Thanks, Mom. I'll let you know how it goes," he told her as she was walking out the door and he was walking over to his computer. He signed onto AIM and added her screen name to his buddy list. She must have been online and accepted his request, because just a few seconds later, it said she had logged in.
destinysmiles15: who is this?
jobro3stud: its nick
destinysmiles15: nick who?
jobro3stud: nick jonas…isnt this miley?
destinysmiles15: oh…sorry, i thought you weren't going to ever call me!!
jobro3stud: yea, about that, ive been really busy
destinysmiles15: me 2…so whats up
jobro3stud: nm, u?
destinysmiles15: same…when r u in la again?
jobro3stud: lemme check, brb
jobro3stud: next monday…there for a week
destinysmiles15: we should hang out
jobro3stud: that sounds cool
destinysmiles15: unless you dont want to…i could just hang out with your brothers…
jobro3stud: haha, i dont think so…i wouldnt want to leave you alone with joe
destinysmiles15: why not?
jobro3stud: he has a thing for hannah
destinysmiles15: haha…good thing im not her
jobro3stud: yea, good thing cuz i like brown hair, not blonde
destinysmiles15: r u tryin to tell me sumthin nick?
jobro3stud: like what?
destinysmiles15: that you like me?
jobro3stud: uhh, no, i mean, i dont even kno u miley
destinysmiles15: true…just sounded like what u were tryin to say…
jobro3stud: o…sorry
destinysmiles15: its cool…call me when u get in la
jobro3stud: i will
destinysmiles15: maybe you could come by the set?
jobro3stud: ill work it out
destinysmiles15: cool…but i gotta go…family movie night and i get to pick out the movies this week! my sis is takin me to the store
jobro3stud: sounds like fun!
destinysmiles15: o yea…maybe u could come next week?
jobro3stud: sure
destinysmiles15: k, c u lata
jobro3stud: c ya miley
destinysmiles15: tootles!
Then she signed off. Nick couldn't believe it. He should have just said he liked her; she sounded disappointed when he told her it wasn't like that. She wanted to see him again, though, so that was a good thing. He had to go tell his mom!
"Mom! MOM!" Nick yelled, running from his bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room. "Mom, guess what!"
"What, darling?" asked Joe in a high pitched voice. Joe and Kevin were sitting in the living room on the couch watching TV
"Never mind," Nick said, a bit disappointed. "Where's Mom?"
"I think she's out by the pool," Kevin replied.
"Thanks!" Nick said hurriedly and ran out the back door. "Mom!" he yelled again.
"What?" Denise asked him as she stood up and turned around to look at her son.
"You sure do like getting your tan on, don't you Mom?" Nick joked.
"I don't know what 'tan' you are talking about," she said. She was in the back yard covering the rose bushes so they wouldn't freeze over. "It's only 60 degrees out here! We only get a few warm days in Jersey in November for me to do this, give me a break!" she laughed back.
"Fine, fine," he said, sitting down next to her.
"So how'd it go?" she finally asked him.
"How'd what go?" he asked her. She raised an eyebrow at him and he started laughing. "Oh, that! It went well, I hope. I didn't get to talk to her too long, she had to get offline. When we're in LA next week she wants to see me!"
"I told you she couldn't forget about you. Too bad I'm not going on this trip. I'd love to meet her!" Denise told her son.
"Who knows. Maybe we'll get married while we're out there and I'll bring her home. Hollywood kids these days are getting married younger and younger, ya know," he snorted.
"I'm sure," she said just as his brothers were coming out with their guitars; only Joe didn't play guitar, so it must have been Nick's.
"Hey, Mom, we thought we'd come out here and play a song for you," Joe said. "Or make one up for you."
"Well thank you Joseph. Sit, sit," she told them.
Joe, Nick and Kevin all sat around her and Nick started a little rhythm going, and Kevin came in with the harmonies for it.
"That's catchy," Denise told them.
"Where's dad?" Joe asked, having not seen him most of the day. "And Frankie?"
"Your dad took your brother to the hardware store to get some paint. I told him he couldn't leave for LA unless the porch was painted."
"I woke up, on my roof, with my brothers," Joe started to sing. Denise just laughed, along with Kevin and Nick. "There's a whale, in the pool, with my mother."
"Hey!" Denise playfully hit her son's leg.
"I wasn't saying you were a whale, mom, but Frankie's blow up whale is in the pool," he stated.
"Fine, continue," she said, smiling.
"And my dad, paints the house, different colors," Joe started singing again.
"Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?" Nick popped in.
"That's really good, guys," the mother told them.
"Yeah, right. We're just messing around," Joe said.
"It's kinda hooky, though, don't you think?" Kevin asked his brothers.
"I like the music, but the words are just made up stuff," Joe said.
"Who cares? Keep going," Nick told his brother. "And I know," the younger brother started again.
"We get a little crazy," Joe sang, a little unsure of himself.
"And I know," Nick sang again.
"We get a little loud," Joe sang louder.
"And I know," Kevin and Nick sang together.
"We're never gonna fake it," Joe sang.
"Fake what?" Kevin asked.
"Doesn't matter," said Joe, and then went back to singing, "We are wild, we are free."
"We are more than you think," Nick chimed in.
"So call us freaks," sang Joe.
"But that's just the way we roll," Nick belted out.
"You guys better write that one down before you forget about it," Denise told them when they were done.
"Let's go do that right now!" Joe shouted and ran to the house. Kevin followed, but Nick stayed behind.
"They are going to need your help, honey," Denise told Nick.
"I know. I just wanted to say thanks for listening," Nick said to his mom, giving her a hug.
"Of course! I always listen to your music!" she said.
"No, I mean about Miley," Nick smiled at just saying her name.
"Anytime, sweetie. Now get in there and help your brothers! And call her before you guys leave for LA. It will mean a lot to her," Denise told her son as he was getting up to go back in the house.
"Thanks, Mom!" Nick said as he ran into the house to make sure Joe didn't mess up any of the lyrics.
When Nick got up to his and Joe's room, his brothers were already there, with the words all written down, correctly, and they were starting on the second verse.
"Starting without me, huh?" Nick asked them as he took a seat on his bed with his guitar.
"You're the one that was talking to Mom for half the day," Joe said forcefully.
"Is someone jealous that they aren't getting all the attention?" asked Kevin in a baby talk voice.
"No!" shouted Joe, with a scowl on his face.
"Anyway, here's what we've got so far, Nick," Kevin started singing. "You got moves, we got shoes, let's go dancin'."
"Yeah, pop and lock, style," Joe said (not sang) and got up and started doing the robot.
"That's so not pop and lock, Joe," Kevin said.
"Pop and lock, battle dance, against Hanson," sang Nick.
"What the hell?" Joe asked.
"People are calling us the new Hanson anyway, why not make it a song?" Nick replied.
"Whatever," said Joe.
"If we lose, all the girls, they'll be laughin'," sang Kevin.
"That's good, bro," Nick said, writing all that down in their 'combined' notebook. Each of them had their own, of course, but the songs they did together they put into one so it was easier to keep track of.
"Speaking of girls, little one," Joe started as he walked over to Nick and put him in a head lock and ruffled his hair, "what's the deal with you and Hannah?"
"Who? Oh, you mean Miley? Joe, that's just a character she plays, you are so weird," he said, paused, and then started again with, "nothing is going on."
"Do you want something to be going on?" Joe asked.
"I don't even know her, Joe," Nick said, getting annoyed. He liked to keep things like that private. His brothers, well mostly Joe, were always in his business and he just wanted something for himself.
"Come on, he's not going to tell us anything," Kevin told Joe. "Let's just finish the song?"
"Fine, but I'll get you one day, my pretty," Joe said to Nick in a wicked voice.
"You are seriously adopted," Nick mumbled.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, Joe."
"Drop it," said Kevin, being the mature one.
"Mom! Nick said I was adopted!" Joe yelled as he ran out of the room.
"Classy," Nick said.
"Don't blame him, you started it. You know how he gets sometimes," Kevin told his younger brother.
"I know, he just pisses me off sometimes," Nick replied.
"Believe me, I know. So what's really going on with you and Miley?" Kevin asked.
"Really, nothing. We talked earlier on IM, but that's it."
"That's it?"
"Maybe she wants to see us when we go back to LA next week?" Nick questioned, a smile coming to his face.
"Maybe she just wants to see you?" Kevin counter-asked.
"I don't know, man," Nick replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"I haven't see you like this before, Nick. Something's definitely going on, even if you don't know it yet," Kevin told him.
"I just get really nervous, I've never been like that with someone before. I mean, I'm shy, but not nervous. Miley just makes me so, so, I don't even know what it is, but it's nice."
"Hey. Joe and I have already been through this. Me with Kayla, Joe with Nina, and now you with Miley. We're cool until we meet that one girl, then we flip. I guess that's just the way we roll," Kevin laughed at himself and the line he just delivered.
"You're an idiot," Nick told him.
"But a clever one," retorted Kevin.