The Jonas family is very tight-knit, but no one gets along better than twin brother and sister Joe and Brexley. They've been inseparable for their entire lives, and even during the Jonas Brothers years, when Joe was off touring with Nick and Kevin...
I wake up late in the morning, pissed off at everything and everyone. Yesterday I was upset, but today it's even worse. Overnight, everything that happened at the studio had the chance to sink in, and now I'm beyond furious with Nick and Kevin. The first thing I do is go on Twitter and delete our combined account. Won't be using that anymore. I decide to leave the one on Instagram active for now; that'll be someone else's responsibility.
Almost immediately, my phone begins to blare Set This Party Off. Kevin's ringtone. I huff loudly, not wanting to talk to him but knowing it'll be about the Twitter account. Well, there's no way I'm having an actual conversation with him right now, because if I do I'll either scream at him or I'll cry. Neither is a great option, so I decline the call, quickly going to Messages and texting him instead.
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When I'm done, I head to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I'm surprised to see Brexley already there, making some pancakes. She greets me with a sad smile, gesturing for me to sit down, which I do.
"So you got rid of the Jonas Brothers account, huh?" she says.
"Yeah. How'd you find out so fast?" I say.
"Nick called me, because he knew Kevin wouldn't have done it. He wanted me to tell you he feels awful for the way he handled things and he wants the chance to talk to you in person. He doesn't want to lose the bond you guys have," Brexley says.
"The bond is already long gone. He knows that, and you know that. So if you want to continue talking to Nick, do it. I'm not going to stop you. But I'm not talking to him, no matter how many times he asks me to," I say sullenly. I thought I was clear yesterday, but I guess not.
"Joe, you guys are still brothers. You're going to have to talk to him sometime," she says.
"I can't, Brexley! This band has been everything, from the time I was fifteen until now! It's all I've known, all I've really cared about! Now, all of that's over, just because Nick wants to go off and do his own shit! He doesn't care about me, or you, or anyone but himself!" I thunder, and Brexley just shakes her head.
"You know that's not true. I agree that he should've asked you guys what you wanted to do about the band. He should've taken your feelings into consideration, he'll always be wrong for not doing that. But you know Nick cares deeply about you. If he didn't, he wouldn't keep reaching out and trying to talk to you," she says.
"I'm not talking to him. You can't change my mind," I say, feeling tears welling in my eyes as I say this. Besides Brexley, the sibling I'm closest to is Nick. Was closest to.
"Joe, you say that, but then look at what it's doing to you!" Brexley says, coming over to hug me.
"I'm fine," I tell her, but I allow the hug anyway. I'm far from fine, we both know that, and for as long as I've been alive the only way to make me feel better is to hug me. She knows me too well.
"Will you at least talk to Kevin?" my sister asks, and I heave a sigh.
"Yeah, I'll talk to Kevin. Do you think I should call him right now?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says, so I head back to my bedroom, grabbing my phone and dialing my elder brother's number. He picks up on the first ring.
"Joe?"
"Hey, Kev."
"Are you okay?"
"Not really. But I know this whole band thing isn't on you. I'm sorry I said I hated you."
"You don't hate me?"
"No. Well, I'm still not overly happy with you, but I talked it out with Brexley. This isn't your fault, and I made it seem like it was. I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who should be sorry, Joe. I didn't think about it from your side of things before I went along with the breaking up thing. I only thought about my own life, and the logic Nick was using."
"Whatever. The point is, I'm still not ecstatic to be talking to you, I'm not going to lie. But I want to work on building our relationship back to what it was before yesterday."
"I would love that. Thanks for giving me a second chance. But what about Nick?"
"Don't push it. Listen, Kevin, I gotta go. I'll talk to you again soon, okay?"
"Sure. Love you, dude."
"I-yeah," I say, hanging up the phone, throwing it on the charger, and heading back out to talk to my sister.
"How'd it go?" Brexley asks as soon as I get back to the kitchen.
"Alright. We're going to try and work on things," I tell her, and she beams.
"I'm proud of you, Joe."
"Thanks."
I eat some pancakes before heading back to my room. Now I'm faced with delivering the tough message to the fans; I've got to tweet something out. Not that they probably haven't figured it out yet, but still. It's nicer to say something. Logging onto Twitter, I see that Nick has recently tweeted something, but it's very vague. Mine will be too then.
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Just like that, it's done. Social media official. And for the millionth time in the last two days, I can't stop the tears sliding down my face. Now it feels real. The Jonas Brothers are over. And I'll probably never speak to Nick again, as sad as it sounds. I've gotten over a lot of stuff before, but this, this is unforgivable. I'm done with him. I'm just done.
