Hold On To Him | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 6

Okay, so I have this masssive writer's block. I never meant to leave any of you or this story hanging, but I've really got no clue on what to do with this story and with myself.

I have no idea when I'll be updating next, but I hope you enjoy this in the meantime :)

Joe's P.O.V.
"PIPPA! Open up! You've had 15 minutes already! It's my turn to shower!" I bang on the door. Pippa has been in there for forty minutes. I was supposed to be done by now if she kept to the schedule for a change.

After a lot more banging on the door, despite my mom telling me to knock it off many times before, the door finally opened.

"What took you so long?! You took waaay too much time in there!" I yelled at her.

"Not my problem I have triple the amount of hair that you do. Leave your complaints with mum about that." She defends herself.

I grumble in annoyance, receiving a smirk from Pippa. I fist pumped the air, not wanting to hit her and turn around to see Frankie entering the bathroom.

"FRANKIE!!!!" Pippa burst out laughing behind me. Oh, I'm so going to get her back for this. This isn't over.

I turn around, give her the biggest glare I could muster. "You laugh now. This just turned into a war." And with that I stumped my way back to my room, not missing the smirk she's wearing.

I'll just skip my shower today. I'm not the one who minds the way I smell.

Once Pippa finished putting on the little make-up she wears, I swear that girl is not actually a girl, I walk into her room.

"How's Nick doing today?" I ask her. She looks at me confused. "Why don't you just ask him?"

"Because you know he's going to lie to me. You won't." I simply shrugged. She had a look of realization on her face before telling me that he's not that bad, but not that well either.

He legitimately gets so sick if he catches something. Always has been the case, because he denies it until he literally can't deny it anymore. By then, the sickness is usually at its worst point.

"His levels are rising and dropping like bouncing on a skippy ball, but there's not much I can do about it." She says sadly.

"I know you're doing your best. You've always done your best to help him. It's up to his levels to listen to you." Her features are so sad that the shower incident is long forgotten. It was Frankie's fault all along for hogging the bathroom after Pippa left. He'll still get it.

I get up to give Pippa a hug.

"You know, Kev and I decided to surprise Nick with something nice. I'm sure you will want to help us out." I tell her.

"What is it?" The curiousness replacing every other thought currently on her mind.

"We'd like to get Nick a dog to help him regulate his Diabetes and for a friend. Everyone knows he could really use one every now and then that isn't us." I tell her. She nods. Her smile reaches her eyes and her eyes are glowing with happiness.

A dog in the house could be good for her too. "Mom and dad already agreed the other day, but only if we take responsibility. We feed it, we take it to appointments like the vet and such and we are to walk it."

"Yeah, course I'll help out. But you are to pay for it, because I don't have any money." She grins. "Money is not a problem. You don't have to worry about that. But we could really use your help with walking the dog and taking care for him or her when we've got Jonas Brothers things to do and we're not allowed to take her with us. Is that okay with you?" I ask her. "More than okay!" She agrees.

"Mom already said that she won't mind feeding or walking the dog or anything else here and there, but we are not to forget that it's our dog and not theirs. Our responsibility." Pippa nods understandingly.

"So when will we get to pick one out?" She can barely contain her excitement.

"Kev and I already set our mind on a puppy from a specific nest, so it should be within the next two weeks or so. It'll take about two more months before we'd be able to take them home." I explain.

"I can wait patiently." She says. I smirk. "Can you? Can you really?" She shakes her head, her cheeks a shade of pink from embarrassment.

"What kind of puppy is it going to be? A Labrador? A Labradoodle?" I guess she likes her Labradors.

"No, it will most likely be a golden retriever." I can see her eyes melting by the idea of a golden retriever running through our house. "That's so cute!" She exclaims.

I ruffle her hair because I know how much she hates that and I leave her be.

I went to check on Nick, but he is still sound asleep. I see Frankie in the corner of his room, going through Nick's stuff looking for something to steal.

I shake my head at him and he signs for me to be quiet as not to wake the sleeping boy on the bed. I walk over to slightly cover Nick with his blanket and leave the boys to be as well.

After a while I heard a silent groan coming from Nick's room. I dash out of mine towards his to see him groggily trying to sit up in bed.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him. "Horrible." He says. I hand him his glass of water from the nightstand and hold it while he takes a couple of sips. He pushes the glass away once he's finished.

I feel his forehead. "I think your fever is finally starting to break, but seen as you still feel horrible, it might be a while before you are actually going to feel better. When have you last tested?" I ask him.

"I think I remember mom checking on me about an hour ago." He tries to replay his memory.

"It won't hurt to check then." I tell him and get his kit ready. He's got a sensor on his arm, but experience has learned us that they are not that accurate when he's sick. Apparently that's not common, so we test him extra with his kit to be sure during sicknesses.

"Do you think you can eat something and keep it down?" I ask him as I show him his levels which are on the low side. He thinks about it before nodding. "Alright, I'll make you something. Be back in a minute." He nods and lies back down. I give him a last look before making my way down to get him something light to eat to help his levels.