It's Not Cool | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 56

Joe's P.O.V.
A few days ago, I let Pippa know how much she exactly means to me. It's a lot. Our sibling bond is very strong, and I blame our parents for that.

Pippa was upset in Nick's room and she always needs someone to tell her how much she means to them to try and help her get out of that funk. Not that it matters, because no matter how happy or how sad she is. she'll always be the most important sister I'll ever have.

Of course, I hope she is more happy than sad, but I wish that for everyone. No one deserves to be sad.

On another note, we're all visiting Nick at the same time for a change. Except for Kevin, who is at his own home with Danielle.

Nick was starting to think we don't hang out with each other anymore, because we'd never visit him all at once.

We laughed. We talked. We smiled. We cried. We love.

A few of the things that happened in the small hospital room Nick is in.

We even cried from laughing too hard. Especially Pippa and Frankie. I don't think they've had this much fun in like, well, a year. It's sad to think that that is the truth, but it's the sad truth.

Nick's doctor walked into the room for another regular check-up.

"Good news, Nick. If all goes well, you'll be able to get out of here in two weeks." He congratulates us. I think we're all happy to hear that, but I can see the unsureness in everyone's eyes.

"You avoided really well where I'm going. Can I go home?" Nick questions him. "Honey maybe now is not the tim..." Nick cuts her off.

"No, mom. I need to know this." Nick snaps. "It's unsure at this moment, Nick. It really depends on how well we can manage your Diabetes." He explains.

Nick sighs. "So I guess I'll be shipped off." Nick lies his head back as if he's given up on life. Not the first time.

"You won't be shipped off. I don't get why you keep saying that." I complain. "Because it's the truth. They won't let me go home. I'll be put somewhere where they say they'll help me, but we all know they won't." No one says anything, not really knowing how to comfort Nick right now. Whatever we'll say, he'll only blow up.

Pippa gets off my lap. There were not enough chairs for everyone to have their own. Frankie sits with mom.

She lies down with him, and Nick instinctively wraps his arm around her to keep her from falling to the ground. "It's going to be okay." I hear her whisper. This is so adorable that it makes my heart melt.

"Thank you."

"I won't let them put you in an insane asylum. You can trust me on that one." She says.

Nick nods, but I know he doesn't fully trust her. I mean, she's a little girl. If the adults think he needs the help, she won't be able to stop them from getting him that exact help.

"You know we love to spend time with you, Nicky. But we should get going. We've got a few things to do like laundry and I've yet got dinner to cook." Nick nods understandingly.

"Can I stay the night? I don't feel like getting up." Pippa mutters from underneath the blankets. I grin.

"Let's not do this now please. I'm not in the mood for jokes. Get up." I hear her sigh and Pippa gets up, knowing not to joke around when mom uses the tone. It's the tone. It explains itself.

"Will you carry me to the car?" She asks me innocently. I look away from her, knowing I'll give in when she uses her puppy eyes. They are so sad and big and cute.

And I gave in... She looked me in the eyes with her puppy dog eyes.

I gave her a piggyback ride to the car. Dad drove us back home. Mom went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Frankie challenged me in a game, so Pippa, him and I went into the living room. Frankie set the game up and we played until dinner.

"Kids! Dinner!" Mom yells from the kitchen. Frankie pauses the game. He always wants to be player one. I don't know why, but he once explained that since he's the youngest, he wants to be the one with the most power.

We all eat our dinner in silence. During dinner I though about a couple of things.  For example, how I should meet up with Philippine. I haven't heard from her in a while. I hope her brother with SF is doing alright. She texted me the other day that he'd been moved into a hospital to be on breathing aid twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week.

It's a different hospital then where Nick is. Otherwise I would have seen her already.

After dinner, I get up to my room and grab my guitar. I feel like playing around with it. So I do. I play a couple of songs from Camp Rock. I sing a couple of our songs and I play a couple of covers.

When my fingers start to hurt from playing, I slowly bring my playing to an end. What should I do now? I'm bored out of my mind. I'm staring out the window, not doing a thing. I decide to bug Pippa. Any guys she's met that I haven't met yet?

I find her in her room. She's writing in what looks like a diary. "Oh, someone's got a diary. Spill the secrets, sis." She slams the book closed and turns to me.

"You scared me! idiot!" She yells at me.

"Quiet up there!" Dad yells from downstairs. "Then you should be quiet too!" I yell back. "Don't make me come up there!" Dad yells back. Pippa and I burst out laughing at that.

We have one special family.

I've decided to upload another story! It's about the Jonas Brothers as well and it's more focused on Nick and his Diabetes. If you like this one, that one will hopefully be better.

Let's be honest. This was the worst chapter so far.

I don't have many ideas left for this book, but if you've got any ideas, let me know!

Thanks for reading!!