The Jonas Siblings (Jonas Brothers Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dont speak to me, don't be lying

Theres a lot that you don't notice

when you read between the lines

The futures out of focus,

when you're blinded by the light.

It's a hope for all the hopeless

In the worst of trying times

(Jonas Brothers - Don't Speak)

(Jessicas POV)

“Sheila, wait!” I basically screamed, grabbing her wrist, making her face me.

 “I don’t really think I’ll survive two of those conversations again, without getting a heart attack!”

I said, slightly panicing. Sheila seemed to think for a moment, while I felt Nick’s gaze on me.

I turned around and smiled at him, wich made him blush, so he looked to the ground. Gosh was he cute when he acted like a shy boy!!

Shey interrupted my thoughts abrouptly. “Ok, new plan! Joe and Kev are gonna go to the concert hall already and we could… I don’t know, grab a pizza or something? After that you will be used to both of us and it won’t be too hard to meet the others…”

I just nodded, speechless. I can’t believe what is just happening to me… But I don’t care how unreal this is because it’s just bloody amazing!!

(Joe’s POV)

When I got a text from Shey, saying that we were supposed to go back to the hall and would meet this girl later, I was kinda relieved.

Fangirls before a concert were kind of annoying.

“Hey Kev, let’s go back, those kids need a little privat time…”

I murmured, while walking down the street.

2 hours later, this Jessica girl and my little sister were bursting through the door, in the middle of a big laughing fit.

Nick walked in behind them, looking terribly annoyed.

“Hey dude, what happened?”

I asked him, throwing my arm around his shoulder.

Nick just shook his head and sighed.

“They were making fun of me the entire last hour and Shey told her how I fell into the toilet when I was younger!”, my little brother complained, while Jessica and Sheila were practically rolling on the floor laughing.

I had to keep myself from grinning and act like that concerned kind of brother that I was supposed to be.

“Sheila Eleanor Jonas, that was not okay!”

I told her, trying to look serious, but failing miserably, while collapsing onto the chair laughing as the memories of little Nick sitting in the toilet, totally confused, flashed back into my head.

Nick just stood there, looking slightly hurt.

“Joe, I thought you were going to help me!” he complained, sitting on a chair as well.

I just wanted to answer when I noticed that I had a way bigger problem than Nicks hurt feelings right now.

“Shey, why didn’t you bring pizza for me?” I asked her and she just shrugged.

“Dunno, didn’t think of it… You need to eat less anyway…” she determined, poking my stomach with a disgusted expression on her face.

I didn’t believe it, did my little sister just call me fat? “Excuse me, did you just call me fat?”

I basically screamed, looking at my tummy in shock.

“Yeah, whatever…”

She shrugged again, standing up to talk to our manager. I followed her close behind.

“And then we have to talk about new stageoutf…” “Shey, take that back, I’m not fat!”

 I interrupted her., pouting like a little kid.

But that wasn’t working, she just rolled her eyes and kept talking , totally ignoring me.

IGNORING ME!! I’m Joe Jonas, how DARES she just call me fat and then ignore me?!

“Keeev!!” I cried, tugging on the shoulder of my brother, who was talking to Jessica and Nick.

They would actually make a cute couple… Whatever…

“Kev, Shey just called me fat!!”

I whined, hoping to make him feel sorry for me and that I wasn’t fat at all.

“Yeah, Joe, whatever you say…”

And then he just kept talking to Nick and this other stupid girl, leaving me standing there.

Yeah Kev, thanks, now I feel so much better! (Please notice my sarcasm).

Does no one besides me see the actual problem here?

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Well yeah, this was chapter 3...

Not that good either, I know, but I promise, it gets better when the story really starts!

Please leave comments, I wanna know what you think!

Lots of love, Shey