What This Could Be- Joe Jonas Fanfic

Chapter 60: Opportunity of a Lifetime

*Taylor's POV*

It was strange to be back in New York. I was glad to have a full month of Joe all to myself before he was busy with his shows that had to be rescheduled. Traveling with him taught me a few things. The first one being followed by paparazzi in the States sucks. All our dates and explorations were private. Here, we were constantly being documented with every move, tabloids soaking in any content they could make money off of. The second, I wanted to travel more with Joe. Just Joe. Him and I. And lastly, cherish every single moment without taking life so seriously all the time.

"Guess what," I joined him on the couch as he was busy flipping paperwork, laying my head on his legs that were propped up on his coffee table.

He tilted the papers away in front of him to look down at me with a grin, "What's up, Bub?"

"Can you believe in a few months, it'll be a year since we met?" I asked.

"It feels like it's been five years, but also two months at the same time," he softly chuckled, "We gotta get through four birthdays first though."

"You don't think we can?" I knew how special occasions were something he dreaded, but I hoped he was able to see the change within me to believe I wouldn't leave if something were to happen. That wasn't me back then.

"With you?" he replied, "We absolutely can."

"What're you reading?" I inquired, curious what was taking his attention away from me.

"A script," his eyes were kept on the papers, flipping a page carefully to prevent it from hitting my face.

"Like a movie script?" I sat up to peek, intrigued on Joe's new possible opportunity.

"Yeah," he closed it to the title page and set it down on the table, unsure if it was because of confidentiality reasons or just a coincidence, "I was given it like a week ago, but I completely forgot about it until today."

"Why didn't you tell me you were offered a role?" I questioned, a bit offended that he would have kept that vital piece of information from me. He was the first person I thought of telling if anything good or bad happened.

"Because I wasn't," he awkwardly laughed, "I don't even know if I'm going to audition."

Suddenly I felt awful for doubting him, "Why not? Do you not like it?"

"No, I do," he bit his lower lip, something he only did for two reasons; Intentionally being seductive or carrying deep thoughts that usually were self-deprecating.

"But?"

"I don't know," he locked eyes with me, "I haven't acted in so long. I don't think I'm taken seriously when it comes to that kinda stuff."

There was that self-deprecation I was waiting for, "Babe. Really? I've watched you help your friends read through scripts. You're really good, and that's just in a casual setting."

"You're just saying that," he ruffled my hair playfully, covering my face with the mess he created, "Besides, I think I want to take a break for a little bit. Enjoy being with my family, traveling, making my own music."

I removed my hair away from my eyes smiling, "I'm not just saying that, but I honestly was thinking the same. I want to travel with you to places we haven't been before, or you show me more places that mean something to you. Like when you took me around New Jersey? I don't think you realize how special that was."

"I do," the goldenness shimmering in his stare full of affection and admiration, "because it was special to me too. No one's ever cared like that, to want to understand me that deeply. Minus my therapist. She doesn't count."

I let out a laugh, "You're right. That's not the same thing."

Our conversation got disrupted by my phone binging on the table. That sound purposely only went with email notifications.

"Can you hand me my phone?" I reached my hand out, too far away to grab it from where I was laying.

"Why yes, Your Royal Highness," he sat up, taking the extra step to fetch my phone for me.

After handing it to me, my finger clicked on the email that was sent to my business address. I immediately jumped up from off the couch, "Oh my god! Babe! Holy shit!"

"What?"he joined me, matching my energy, "What are we celebrating?"

"Who's my favorite artist?" I couldn't take my eyes off my phone, rereading the email repeatedly, "The one that literally inspired me to pick up a pencil!"

"Vance Goldbach?" he really did remember every detail about me, "What about him?"

Handing him my phone to read the email himself, I replied, "He wants to showcase my art, my art! In his museum! I'll have my own temporary exhibit!"

He grabbed my waist and twirled us around, "Bub, that's so fucking amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

"I can't believe this," I put my hand to my chest. My heart could barely keep up with its rapid beating, "There's no way. I'm not that good enough."

He put my phone down and grabbed my face, "Yes you are! Anyone would be lucky to showcase your work!"

"You're just saying that," I used his words against him intentionally, although a part of me really did mean it.

"Don't even," he glared as I picked my phone back up to read the email once again, "You gotta do it! It's an opportunity of a lifetime."

"There's only one bad thing," I looked up at him with discontent, "It'll be the same time as your shows."

"Let me see?" he took his phone out while I handed him mine, matching up his schedule with mine, "Okay. I can be there opening day, but I have to fly to D.C. for the show that night. And the day you fly back, we have a show here. We'll make it work."

I pressed my lips onto his, pulling the string of his hoodie towards me in the heat of passion. "I love you so goddamn much," I quietly said as we pulled away for a second before we used the couch for other purposes than relaxing.