deep love | 1

really?

J's pov 

The Jonas family is good at one thing- partying.

"For our next game... we have... HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME?" Kevin bellows, pretending to be a game show host. We're gathered in the living room, playing games and having fun. 

Kevin hands out huge pieces of A3 paper with all our faces printed on them to each person and briefly explains the rules. "You'll catch on", he says, before saying, "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!".

"The first question is... WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO CRY DURING A MOVIE? Hold up the face of the person who you think is most likely to cry! If you think it's Nick, hold up Nick's face, and so on." Kevin says. 

The game goes on like this, pretty fun to play and amusing, until the last question. 

"And now, for the last question for this game, WHO IS JOE MOST LIKELY TO KISS HERE?" Everyone laughs, and I can see them looking for my printed face. But I see Joe looking nervously at me. I sigh, I know exactly what he's thinking. He's worrying if I'd still kiss him after the whole cliff jumping accident. I shake my head. That boy will be the death of me. We just kissed barely 30 minutes ago, before the game started...

"Joe? What's your answer?" Kevin asks. Joe looks flustered, looking at me for  help. He's on his own, though. Time to see if he's actually forgiven himself. "I- uh... need the bathroom." Before anyone can say a word, he's up and dashing out of the room. I hear a door shut behind him, but I know full well that he's in the bedroom, probably crying, instead of in the bathroom. But the rest of the guests seem to buy it, and after a few more minutes of chatting they slowly say their goodbyes, and make their way home. 

Now it's me and Joe. I knock on the door. Once, twice. When he doesn't answer, I open the door myself and see what I was expecting to see. Joe, his head buried in my pillow. I go over to the bed and lie down next to him. He feels me sitting down and rolls to the other side, so he's facing the wall. But before he can wallow in his self pity any longer, I grab his shoulders. 

"Joe. Listen to me. Who's your girlfriend?" He looks at me. "Right. Do you love her?" He nods. "Does she love you?" He raises an eyebrow, still keeping his distance. I practically lunge myself at him, hugging him as tight as I can. "Does she love you?" I repeat. I smile when I hear the answer. "Yeah."