Try Again.

T W O

[February 26 ; 11:16 am]

Joe.

Ever since Nick's party, Demi and I were trying to rekindle our friendship.  
We talked through twitter and I made two appearances on her US leg of her world tour. I was still keeping up with her, but ever since I broke up with her in 2010, our friendship started burning out.

I knew Nick and Demi would get even more closer when I was out of the picture. She went to rehab later that year. I felt so bad because I didn't help. I used her. I used her and I didn't like it. I broke up with her thinking it would be the same, but I was even more dumb. I invited my girlfriend on tour with us.

Ashley, the girl I was with, we didn't last and a year later, I dated another woman for at least 2 years, Blanda Eggenschwiler. Wilmer, Demi, Blanda and I would go out on double dates and I was jealous of how happy Demi was with Wilmer. I was jealous of how in love they were. I felt like i was never going to be find love like that, but I was happy for her.

I was having brunch with my brother, Nick in downtown LA.

"Jealous is still number #3 on the billboard charts." Nick was still on his phone.

I found myself annoyed when he would spend more time on his phone when we would hang out. We rarely see each other so I cherish the time we do spend together.

"I'm proud for you Nick." I really was proud of him. He deserves the success, he works hard for it.

"Demi is in the hospital." Nick finally looked up from his phone.

I took a sip of my drink, I scrunched up my eyebrows, "Should we go and visit her?" I got my wallet out to pay for our lunch.

"I would...Let's go." Nick got up from his chair. I laid some cash down on the table and followed him outside. The paparazzi swarmed us.

"JOE! NICK! What do you think about your friend, Demi Lovato being in the hospital!? Are you going to see her?" They shouted as we walked to the car.

I did my best to ignore their prying comments but they seemed to come from every direction. I let out a sigh of relief as we finally got in Nick's car.

"Do you know what hospital?" I looked over at Nick. He handed me his phone. A twitter account had posted where Demi would be. I shut off the phone and tossed it on the dash.

God, the paparazzi know everything and they obviously didn't care about someone's safety. I took a deep breath trying to calm the anger that stirred inside of me. Nick sped off from the paparazzi and hurried over to the hospital.

We found a close parking spot near the front entrance. Nick and I rushed inside the hospital.

"I'm Nick Jonas and this is my brother Joe. We're here to see Demetria Lovato." He told the receptionist.

"ID's please." She asked in bored tone.

Nick pulled his wallet out and I followed suit. We held them out for the receptionist to see, she gave a slight nod.

"Room 243." The receptionist told us.

We got into the nearest elevator and headed to the second floor.

"It's this way." Nick said as the elevator doors opened. He led me down the hall and I trailed after him.

Nick pulled the door open and entered the room first. I stayed behind unsure if she'd even want me there.

"Hey Nick." I heard Demi's voice.

I gathered the courage and entered the room. Her eyes traveled over to me and widened in surprise.