I have always hated my parents for being friends with the Jonas family. Oh, yeah, everyone thinks that being friends with the Jonas would be so awesome. I get to hang out with Kevin, Joe, and Nick all the time. Lucky me! They’re so hot and so forth. Blah, blah, blah! Call me crazy if you wish, but hanging out with them is far from paradise. Spending my time with three guys who have raging hormones is not my idea of fun.
Everyone thinks that because I’ve known Kevin, Joe, and Nick my whole life that we are best friends. Isn’t that how all of those stories about them go? Sorry, but you’re wrong – way wrong. I guess you could say we have a love-hate relationship, meaning: we love to hate each other.
Honestly, I cannot remember a time when we actually got along. All of our lives we have been rivals. It’s always been Kevin, Joe, and Nick Jonas versus Becka Wakely. Dirty trick after dirty trick, we have always tried to outdo each other.
When I was nine-years-old, I broke my leg while playing soccer with Kevin, Joe, and Nick. I tripped over a toy hidden in the grass, and the guys thought it was so funny that I tripped they started calling me ‘Trip.’ I’ve been stuck with the stupid nickname ever since. My parents have even called me Trip by accident, which is something the guys found hilarious.
Of course I have a nickname for each of the guys as well. Kevin is ‘Pauly’ because I used to think he resembled a Pauly want a cracker. I know a bunch of Jonas fans heard about that nickname, and I’m the one to thank for that. I call Joe ‘Stick’ because he’s so ridiculously skinny. I don’t know why, though. He eats like a pig most of the time. As for Nick, I like to call him ‘Punkass’ because he thinks he’s a punk, but he’s really just a jackass.
Every year we seem to have a major prank war trying to outdo each of the previous years. When I was 10, the guys stuck gum in my hair, and I had to cut off my long brown hair, which made me cry - and I don’t cry that easily! In retaliation I planted some candy in each of the guys’ beds and set loose a ton of ants. They were still picking ants out of their blankets a month later.
When I was 11, the guys put ice cubes down my shirt in front of everyone at the huge Fourth of July party my parents were throwing. Later, they pushed me into the pool during the fireworks, which made me look like a complete idiot in front of everyone. In return I gave them gum that turned their whole mouth black right before one of their little performances around town. That was really great because after the show, Kevin was doing some serious flirting with some girls, and they laughed in his face.
When I was 12, the guys sabotaged my room with water balloons, shaving cream, and chocolate syrup while I was asleep. Of course, they got in deep trouble for that one and had to clean up the whole mess, but I still had to retaliate. It took me a while to think of something, but I finally struck back. I made a batch of brownies with my secret ingredient, X-lax, and I let the guys help themselves. They spent the whole afternoon in the bathrooms. Even our parents got a good laugh out of that.
When I was 13, the guys were in LA recording It's about time, so I was free of their evil tricks. Thank goodness! Over the next few years, the guys were gone most of the time. They were only home a couple of weeks at a time, if that, and they spent most of that time catching up on sleep, so the rivalry was off for the time being.
I was actually glad things had settled down. I was ready to move past the immature tricks. I was tired of all the evil schemes.
When the Jonas finally returned home for a long length of time, it was the end of my sophomore year of high school. I was 16 and ready to forget the past and move on. Maybe even try to become friends with the guys. At first Kevin, Joe, and Nick were pretty decent, but then things began to revert back to the ‘old ways.’ There weren’t so many tricks anymore – just a lot of rude and sarcastic remarks, but I fired some right back at them.
