Hey guys! Here's my second fanfic which I'm going to attempt to write at the same time as my first one, although I have to admit this one's much better. =D Anyway, here's your feature presentation, so enjoy:
| | Learning To Fall | |
Chapter 1
“Ugh.” I groaned, staring into the depths of my empty Ben & Jerry’s container. The leather couch I had been sitting on for the last two hours shook beneath me as I threw the remains of what had been Phish Food across the bus into a garbage can.
“Nice shot,” a voice called from behind me, the body to which it belonged jumped over my outstretched legs and landed next to me on the couch.
“Mhm,” was my only reply to Joe as I attempted to snatch the remote control out of his hand, “come on! You’ve forced me to watch 2 episodes of Lost already! I don’t even know what’s going on, it’s like the 3rd season. Can you please change the DVD already?!”
“You’re the one who chose to drown in self-pity on the big couch. Could’ve done it in your bunk.”
“This isn’t even your bus!” I laughed, staring at him in amazement.
“Yeah, but I was nice enough to keep you company on here. The least you could do is let me choose what we watch.”
“Unbelievable,” I shook my head, “you’re so pushy. I share this bus with a band, Joe. They keep me company.”
He stopped in the midst of fast-forwarding the episode we had just been watching and turned to look me straight in the eyes. “Yes,” he began, a look of fake concern making its way onto his face, “but when my closest friend,” he coughed and I could vaguely make out “at least on this tour” in between chokes, “when my closest friend has just been dumped…” I was just about to burst into laughter, but at this my face fell. Joe noticed and took my chin softly in his hand, pulling my face up slowly, dramatically, “I feel like I’m the only one who can lift your spirits.” He said the word “spirits” in an exaggerated whisper and looked down.
I shook his hand off my chin and smiled, “I swear, you get dorkier with every day.”
He got up and bowed then sat back down, returning to his fast-forwarding.
Joe, no matter how cheesy, was right. Besides his brothers, and my all-male backing band, we were each others closest friends and it was he who I had come running to when my boyfriend, Mike, had broken up with me. Mike’s phone call had come only hours before I had to open for Rooney in South Florida and I smiled now, thinking of the words Joe had spoken before I had to step in front of the sold out crowd. “Even if you’re at the bottom, sing like you’re at the top,” he told me, wiping away one of the tears that hadn’t gotten the chance to escape when I first heard Mike’s message. This twist on the Jonas Boys’ famous phrase had made me smile for the first time that day.
“You know what they say a lot?” Joe asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?”
“Smile, it makes people wonder what you’re up to,” he replied, shoving me with his elbow, “so what the heck are you up to?”
“Shut up.” I laughed, only now realizing that in the midst of letting my mind wander, I had begun to smile.
I looked up at the clock that hung above the TV: “12:47 AM”.
“What time’s your first interview tomorrow?”
“Donno,” Joe replied, yawning.
Tomorrow we started all over. Me and my band finding a way of keeping ourselves busy until our performance, while Joe and his brothers ran around doing interviews, press junkets, and photoshoots.
I shifted on the couch, letting my head rest on his shoulder, something I’d become used to doing. The bus was unusually quiet; the only sounds were of those that came from the TV set and the engine. I closed my eyes, slipping into a dreamless sleep.
Alrighty, so that's the first chapter, it's more like a prologue. The plot will began next chapter, but before you can read that you have to comment, so that I know what ya'll think. And I know, I know, it's another Joe fic, but I find he's most fun to write.
