-Jay’s POV-

Oh baby, give me one more chance. Won’t you please let me back in your heart?

The sound of The Jackson 5 filled my room. I groaned as I grabbed my cell phone and answered it.

“Fran… do you have any idea what time it is?” I groaned into the phone.

“It’s almost 11 Jay… now get your butt down to the studio” My boss said, not in an angry way, just in a pushy way.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can” I said hanging up my phone. I was Fran Sanders assistant. She was a kind of big deal designer in New York. I was sixteen so I worked every spare minute I had out of school. My weekends and evenings and afternoons and my free periods during school were pretty much all filled with working. I rolled out of bed and grabbed a shower. I straightened my long blonde hair and put it up in a ponytail. I grabbed my coat, gloves and bag and ran out the door.

“Where are you going?” My mother yelled as I ran past her

“Work!” I yelled back as I shut the door behind me. I ran down the stairs out of the apartment building and to the subway. I grabbed the train that took me right outside the studio.

“Thank goodness you’re here darling” Fran said running over to me and kissing me on both cheeks.

“It’s good to see you too Fran” I said smiling. I loved how she was always excited to see me.

“I have to go to Paris for the rest of the weekend, but I have some clients that need fittings”

“I have it covered” I said

“They’re about your age… and they need to look good for a tour they’re going to be on”

“Don’t worry about a thing… is that all you need me to do?”

“No… this is a different kind of job for you Jay. Because you are going to get them started with the wardrobe and I will be running back and forth between here and Paris and Milan for the next couple months, they are officially your clients”

“But Fran, I’m just your assistant… I don’t work with the clients at such a personal level” I said

“I know this is a big job, but I think you can do it… there is a catch though”

“There always is… what is it?”

“You need to go on tour with them”

“What about school… are you forgetting that I’m 16 Fran?”

“I know how old you are… I’m reminded every week day when you’re unavailable, but there will be a tutor for you to keep up with your studies”

“Alright… I’ll have to discuss it with my mother, but I’d love to do it” I said smiling

“I’ve already spoken with your mother” Fran said smirking at her on-top-of-it-ness. She looked at her watch and then back at me.

“You need to go right?” I asked as a look of panic washed over her face

“Yes… the clients are in my office waiting for you… I’ll miss you and bring you back something fabulous” Fran said as she kissed me on the cheek and ran out the door. I took a deep breath and walked into her office.

-Nick’s POV-

We were waiting on a long leather couch in Fran Sanders’ office when the door opened and a girl who looked around my age walked in. I couldn’t help but stare at her; she was tall with long blonde hair and had piercing grey eyes.

“Good morning, I’m Jay Matthews. Fran Sanders’ assistant” She said as she put her bag down on the desk.

“I’m Paul Jonas” My father said standing and shaking her hand, “And these are my sons, Kevin, Joseph and Nicholas” he said pointing to me and my brothers. My brothers and I all shook her hand. She gave us all a sincere smile. Billy Ray stood up and shook her hand

“I’m Billy Ray Cyrus and this is Miley” He said as Miley shook Jay’s hand.

“I know you were expecting to be working with Fran but…” Jay was cut off by my father

“Fran already explained that you would be accompanying us on the tour” he said smiling. Jay let out a relieved sigh

“Well then… We have the sample wardrobe set up in the other room if you’ll follow me” Jay said walking out of the room. My father, Billy Ray, Miley and Kevin followed her. Joe grabbed my arm before I had a chance to stand up.

“So, what do you think my chances are with her?” Joe said wiggling his eyebrows

“I don’t man, alright I guess…” I said. I had to admit I was a little bummed Joe wanted Jay because he always got the girl, which meant I didn’t stand a chance. I got up and followed the rest of the group to a big room filled with clothes.

-Jay’s POV-

“So each person has their own rack with some sample clothes that pretty much reflect what the total wardrobe will look like. There is a t-shirt, dress shirt, jacket and pants on all the guys’ rack and there is a t-shirt, skirt, pants, jacket and dress on Miley’s” I explained as each person went to their own rack. I was more interested in what Fran had picked for Miley, so that’s where I went first. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and walked over.

“These are amazing” Miley said pulling out the clothes and looking at them. She pulled out a green dress that I had designed. I inhaled quickly and started to choke on my gum. Everyone was staring at me as I was having a coughing attack. The gum came loose in my throat and I stopped chocking. I took a drink of water.

“Are you alright?” Someone asked from behind me. I turned to see Joe standing there.

“Yeah I’m fine… um… excuse me for a moment” I said as I pulled out my cell phone and called Fran

“Make it quick kid, my plane is going to be here soon” Fran said

“I think you accidentally put my green dress on Miley Cyrus’ rack”

“No, no accident… I want her to wear it… it’s one of your best pieces”

“I’m flattered, but there is so much wrong with it… it’s not nearly done”

“Then you can finish it while on tour… but she will wear it… I have to go”

“Alright, have a good time in Paris”

“Jay, promise me that you’ll loosen up while on tour”

“I’ll try” I said as I hung up the phone. I walked back over to Miley’s rack.

“Are you okay?” She asked

“Yeah, I was just surprised to see this dress here” I said grabbing the green dress

“I love it” She said excitedly

“It’s not really finished yet” I said looking at it

“It’s not”

“No, this isn’t really how I imagined it”

“How YOU imagined it?” Miley said confused

“Yeah… this is one of my designs” I said shyly

“It’s really good” Miley said as I put the dress back on the rack

“It should be done before the end of the tour” I said walking over to where the guys were looking through the clothes

“These are great” Kevin said

“Thank you… Umm, if you guys wouldn’t mind taking the pants from the rack and trying them on, I need to see about any adjustments that might need to be made.” I said

“Yeah sure” Nick said.

“You can change in the room back there” I said motioning to a room beside a small platform surrounded by mirrors. The guys went back and one by one went into the room and put on their skinny jeans.

“Alright, now one at a time if you could stand on the platform so I can make the adjustments.” I said. Kevin went first, his weren’t too bad, they were just a little loose in the hips, an easy fix. Joe’s fit him perfectly. Nick got on the platform; his jeans were quite a bit too long.

“Wow, umm… this is quite the error” I said as I turned in the bottom of the pants and pinned them, and then I took in the fabric on the side to make them skinny again. Nick laughed a bit

“They must have misheard me when I said the length of my legs” He said shrugging.

“Alright, well I’ll just measure again and get the correct length” I said grabbing my measuring tape. I measure from the top of the pants to the top of his thigh, from the top of his thigh to the bottom of the pants. I wrote down the number and checked it against the one Fran left me.

“We were a good six inches off” I said scratching out the old number and writing in the new one. The guys changed back into their own pants and we went back into Fran’s office.

“Thank you very much” Paul said to me

“It’s my pleasure” I said smiling as I shook everyone’s hand one more time.

“Here, we have this package of information about the tour for you” Billy Ray said handing me a large envelope.

“Thank you, See you soon” I said happily as they left. When they left the office I went and lied down on the couch in the office. I couldn’t believe I was going to be on tour with the Jonas Brothers.

-Nick’s POV-

We walked out of office. I was in a daze and my leg was still tingling from when Jay measured my pants.

“Dude!” Joe said breaking my trance

“What?” I asked

“I said: Did you remember if she said how old she was or not?”

“No, I don’t think she mentioned it” I said in an annoyed tone

“What’s your problem?” Joe asked

“Nothing, I’m just tired” I said as we got in the car and drove back to the hotel.

“Hey dad, do you know how old Jay is?” Joe asked our father

“It doesn’t matter Joe” My father said bluntly

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

“Because she’s not coming on tour with us to date you, she’s coming with us to do her job”

“Come on Dad, can’t I just be curious about her age?” Joe said in an insulted tone

“Fine, she’s sixteen” Dad said

“Thank you” Joe said smirking. I rolled my eyes at him, this is typical Joe. He would go for any pretty girl, and he always gets them too.

“Do you have to do this again Joe?” I asked him

“Do what again?”

“Try to get yet another girl to fall for you”

“I can’t help it if the ladies think I’m irresistible” Joe said leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes. I don’t understand how we’re related… we’re so different. Sure I have girls over me all the time too, but I don’t take advantage of the situations like Joe does. I sat in silence for the ride back to the hotel.

-Jay’s POV-

I took the subway home and climbed the stairs to the flat I lived in with my mom.

“Lucy, I’m home” I said in my best Ricky Ricardo, from I Love Lucy, voice. My mom ran into the foyer.

“Fran called me about the tour!” She said giving me a big hug

“I’m so excited… this is such a good experience for me”

“Plus those Jonas Brothers are pretty cute” My mom said winking at me.

“And so nice too” I said giggling. My mom and I were really close because my mom is so young and my dad split when I was born. My mom got married when she was eighteen and had me when she was nineteen. When I was born my father decided that he wasn’t ready to be a father and he left. We had a really nice apartment because my mother is an interior decorator and she was a wizard with a paintbrush.

“So you leave in three days” my mom said

“You know what that means” I said rubbing my hands together

“I Dream of Jeannie marathon?” my mom said raising her eyebrows. We loved really old TV shows and owned a lot of them in DVD.

“Oh yes” I said running to the living room. We ordered a pizza and ate until we felt like we were going to explode.