When he burst into the kitchen, Kevin and Nick had just gotten up, and were still sleepy-eyed and bed headed. Joe waited until they were settled at the table, Kevin with his coffee and Nick with his cereal, before he began.

“Guess what came in the mail today!?!?!” he asked them excitedly, waving the list above his head. “Well, if you stopped moving it long enough for me to see-” Kevin said, yanking the paper out of Joe’s hands. “What is it?” Nick asked, moving in closer to read. “The guest list for the TCAs,” Kevin responded. “YES! And look whose name it on it!!!!!” Joe stabbed the paper with his finger.

“Shia LaBeouf?” Nick asked incredulously. “Really? I mean, people always talked, but I never really thought you were g-” He was silenced by a smack from Kevin. “Not him, stupid. I think he means the name beneath that.” “Oh, I see.” Nick looked up at his brother with a smirk. “Finally get to meet her, eh?” Seeing the gleeful look on Joe’s face, he continued: “Just don’t lose your head when you see her, ok? Hanging out with you is embarrassing enough as it is.” And dodging both Joe and Kevin’s hands, he put his dishes in the sink and went upstairs to get ready.

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The days passed quickly (though not quickly enough for Joe), and soon it was the morning of the TCAs. Joe was once again up at the crack of dawn, tearing apart his closet; nothing he had was right. Nick, on his way to the shower, saw the clothing carnage and offered to help. Within five minutes the two of them came up with the perfect outfit.

His hair was another story. After two hours and repeated threats to leave him behind, it was done, and he jumped into the car as it rolled down the driveway. “Phew - close call!” he exclaimed, putting on his seat belt. “Not close enough!” Nick called from the backseat, leaning forward and rumpling Joe’s hair. “NICHOLAS!!!! I just spent TWO HOURS on my hair! ¡No lo toques!” “Okay, fine, whatever,” Nick said, putting his hands up and sitting back in his seat. “I get it - you have to look perfect for-” “Don’t say it!” Joe silenced his brother with a look, then flipped down the visor and proceeded to fix his hair. Kevin just shook his head, chuckled at his brothers, and kept driving.

As soon as they arrived, they were mobbed by paparazzi and fans. As soon as the crowd dispersed, Joe craned his neck, searching the red carpet. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side, and he doubled over. “Try not to make it more obvious, why dontcha?!” Nick hissed in his ear as he stood up again. “Ok, ok, I’ll be cool,” Joe promised, rubbing his side. From then on, he kept his lookout more inconspicuous. Pretty soon, he saw who he was looking for. “Nick! Kevin! Look! It’s HER!” he whispered excitedly to his brothers. “Where?….oh, I see” Kevin said, turning his head. “Well, don’t just stand here - GO, Romeo!” Nick laughed, shoving Joe in her direction. He tripped and almost fell. “Nick! What was that for?! Now I feel like a complete IDI-oh, hi.” She was standing right in front of him.

“Hi,” she replied. “You’re Joe….Jonas, right?” She extended a hand. “Yup, that’s me! And I know who you are!” Joe said quickly. “I’m such a fan of yours, Jessica.” Yes, Jessica. The girl Joe was so excited to meet was Jessica Alba, and he was making a giant fool of himself.

Watching from a ways back, Kevin whispered to Nick, “He’s dying out there! Should we go help him?” “Nah,” Nick replied with a grin. “I’m having too much fun here.” Kevin held his hand up threateningly. “ok, OK!” Nick put his hands up to protect his head as the two of them walked up to Joe and Jessica.