Sorry guys, the old thread is extreemly messed up so I decided to post it on another thread. Just in case someone new wants to read it I posted the entire thing up to where I stopped. this post includes Chapter 1-23!!!

Introduction:

Joe Jonas….What do you think of when you hear that name? Do you imagine a gorgeous boy who gets even more fascinating with every picture you see or concert you go to? Do you imagine the day when he will be yours? Do you fantasize the moment when he will look into your eyes and tell you that he loves you with every part of his being?
            Well, One things for sure, I definitely, without a doubt, do not think that when I hear that atrocious group of letters.

Want to Know Why? Huh? Well, I will tell you…Joe Jo- THAT THING is my worst nightmare. My Brothers Best Friend.

Chapter 1:

            The last day of school is supposed to be a day when you party and take pleasure in life. The end of the last day of school is just the beginning of your first few hours of summer. You are supposed to spend your first night of summer enjoying not having to do work for a good 3 months. Well, that’s not exactly how I was spending this wonderful moment. I was stuck waiting for my brother, Daniel, to pick me up. He was late….again. It was already 5:30 and he was still nowhere in sight. As I sat face in my hands sighing with every car that drove by that wasn’t Daniel, I wondered what this summer had in store for me. I had nothing planned whatsoever except hanging with friends and partying, just like every other teenager. As I sat their, longer and longer, I became so frustrated that I threw my backpack on the floor silently cursing at it. Then I realized…what did that poor backpack ever do to me? Yes these are the thoughts going through my head at the moment. Lame, huh?

“Finally” I thought as I saw my brother’s car pull up into the school parking lot. My smile slowly turned into an extreme look of confusion. It was definitely my brother’s car, I was sure of it. But, it definitely was not my brother in the front seat honking that horn that I despised so much. As I slowly walked closer and closer, still confused as to who was sitting in my brother’s car, I finally got a glance of my worst nightmare.

“Joe! What are you doing here?” There was no happiness in my voice. For one, I was upset that he was almost two hours late from picking me up. I was also upset that it wasn’t my brother who was their to greet me. It was Joe. Joe, the kid who I detested so freaking much, it’s unbelievable.

“Daniel is busy, he told me to come pick you up. Come on Demi, get in, I don’t have all day.” Obviously, the hate that I had for him was mutual. I slowly stepped into the car and sat my bag in the backseat, not saying a word. “No hello or I missed you?”

 I sat silently, trying to ignore his presence. “You are two hours late.” I said under my breath.

“Sorry, Sorry! I had some things to do. You are not the most important thing in my life.”

“Oh…Yes I am.” I said sarcastically. “Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in Hollywood with all the big shots filming a movie or something?”

“Hahaha, NO! I am here because I am on break. You know if I am not with my family, I am over at your house jamming.”

“I know” I said disgustedly.

“What was that?” I stayed silent. “You’re a Bitc- Butt hole…you know that right?”

 We slowly pulled up into my driveway and I grabbed my things from the backseat. Joe sat there waiting for my rude remark so he could lash back at me. I was finally out of the car and on my way up to the house still not saying a word, when I turned around. “I Know.” I yelled back.

I heard I light chuckle and a low ‘see you later’ come from the car as he drove away.

            Wow, how I hated him. Ever since I was two, I hated that boy. He always treated me horrifically. Once, when we were swimming in the back yard, Daniel, me, and Joe, a golf ball hit me straight in the head, while everyone else cared for me and tried to help me, stupid Joe laughed hysterically. I didn’t think it was very funny. He always treated me really disrespectfully, and after many attempts to make peace with him, I finally decided that it was time to just do the same to him. So, now we are enemies. 

            As I slowly walked into my bedroom, ignoring the small cries from my mothers room asking me if I was home, I sat my backpack on my bed. I walked over to my computer and turned it on. I sat their contemplating how horrible it was that I wasted my first official night of summer waiting for Joe to pick me up. He didn’t care about anyone but himself.

            That’s when it hit me, if Joe is going to be here all summer, and so am I……..OH GOD! This is going to be an extremely long summer.

Chapter 2:

“Demi!!!” I heard a loud shriek coming from downstairs.

Yes! Amanda is here! My best friend was coming over and we were going to have a girl’s night, just her and I. “I’m up here!” I yelled back. I heard loud bangs hitting the stairs and a few quick steps until I saw her in my doorway. “AMANDA!” I ran giving her a hug.

“Demi, hey! I am so excited about our little girl’s night. Popcorn, romantic, sappy, love movies, The whole she-bang!”

“I know, me too!” We immediately started our girl’s night since it was already getting to be 9:30. We went down stairs to get pop some popcorn, cokes, and snacks since we were immediately going to start the movie marathon. Nothing was going to stop us! Until, Daniel came home.

“Hey Mommy, Demi, I am home!” My heart stopped. Man, Daniel ruins everything. He is going to want to claim the living room all to himself.  I sat as I watched him slowly come into the kitchen, guitar in hand. “Hey, Demi..Mandy”

“Hey” We both said in unison. “Hey we are going to watch some movies in the living room, girl’s night. You know how we do it.” I stated laughing a little at the last statement. I sat there as I waited for the smile on his face to turn into a frown. It didn’t. “Aren’t you going to yell at me and tell me that you get the living room since you work sooooo hardd and all?” I added a little grumpy baby talk to the end of my sentence.

“Oh, No. It’s all yours.” Wow, that’s a shocker.

“Aren’t you and Joe going to have a wrestling match and watch sports and eat Buffalo wings and all that junk? You know the stuff you do every time Joe is in town?” I was starting to get worried. This was a tradition between them since they were old enough to eat the ‘atomic’ wings at Wing Stop. I never joined, because first of all its boys night. Secondly, anything that has to do with Joe, I tried to stay away from.

“Nope, he said he was busy and that he was going to come over tomorrow.” Hmmm...? When is Joe ever busy? He barley has any friends other than Daniel. Ok, he has friends, I just like to believe he doesn’t have any…you know…just because.

“Oh…Ok.” Amanda and I walked into the living room with drinks in hand and popped in the first movie, Sleepless in Seattle, leaving Daniel in the kitchen, alone. Classic. We continued watching movies including Pride and Prejudice and Atonement. Amanda was completely asleep and I was getting there. My eyes slowly losing power to keep them open. I was trying with all my power to stay up, just to finish the last movie. But, it was impossible. My eyes were finally completely closing. But, before I could completely lose myself in a dream-filled sleep, I heard a slight knock on the door. Oh my God, it is like 4 in the morning. I slowly walked towards the door, creeping around corners to make sure I wasn’t seen by the potential robber. I finally made it to the door, peaking through the window, I saw a faint shadow against the door.

“Joe?” I said out loud as I started to unlock the door.

Chapter 3:

I slowly opened the door that separated me from him. As I slowly stuck out my head, I noticed that he looked extremely exhausted. His dark hair was spewed across his face as well as sweat. Ughh. Grosss. I thought to myself.

“Joe,” I said with a hint of disgust in my voice.” what are you doing here?” I saw his body tense up as I spoke.

“Oh…Demi? Hey, I thought you would be asleep. I was expecting Dan to come open the door.”

“Joe! It’s 4:00 in the morning. Why are you here?” I said this in a whisper, but with a serious and angry tone.

He slowly stepped closer and closer to the door as if he was asking for entrance. “I’m locked out of my house. I have been trying to get in, but the parents are asleep and I don’t want them to know that I stayed out so late.” He slowly started to push the door open as if he lived here and could do whatever he pleased. He disgusts me. “Can I…umm…you know…come in.”

“I don’t know Joe,” I decided that I would have a little fun with the situation. “You are kind of a loser, and there is a no loser policy. Dan is also asleep, what are you going to do spend the night? We don’t keep spare keys for your house you know.” All of this said with a sarcastic tone.

“Shut up, Demi, let me in” I slowly started to close the door on him. He noticed the expression on my face as the door was inches from closing and so he stuck his foot in the crack. “Ok Ok! Fine. Please let me in. I have nowhere else to go”. Joe lived right down the street from me and I guess he figured he could just barge right up and think that we were going to help him in his time of need. As if he has ever helped me in my time of need.

“Fine…Just don’t wake Dan or Amanda up. They are both sleeping” I stated as I started to walk back into the living room and get back into my pallet of blankets. I saw him walked towards the blanket cabinet grabbing a few and spewing them out on the floor. “What are you doing?”

“You said not to wake Dan up, and every time I spend the night, I sleep on the couch. Which OBVIOUSLY is taken up by you and your little friend.”

“I am only a year and a half younger than you are.” I hated when he called me or my friends little. I was probably ten times more mature than he was anyway. He grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch and laid it down at the top of his pallet. He slowly laid down resting his head on the pillow and letting a low sigh escape his lips. That’s when I felt my eyelids once again become heavy. I felt of wave of tiredness fall over me. I laid there listening to the snores coming from Amanda, laughing a little under my breath.

“Hey Demi?” I heard Joe say as his voice was quiet and low as if he didn’t even have the energy to say those two simple words. “Umm…There is this party on Friday that I am invited to, and I kind of need someone to drive me. Since I don’t have a car and Daniel is going to be doing some music gig. Do you think you could take me? I mean you are totally invited.”

“Are their going to be HOT older guys?” I said with a bit of excitement in my voice.

“Well, I am going to be there so I guess that means YES!”

“Shut Up Joe!” What was I supposed to say? Hot guys are my specialty. But If Joe is going then I am defiantly, positively NOT going.

“So..?”

“Fine.” What was I saying Fine? I don’t want to go. Just being in the presence of Joe was horrible. This whole, him sleeping on the floor next to me was like sitting next to the devil himself. Ugh! Am I crazy? Words were just falling out of my mouth. I couldn’t control them. “You pay for gas.”

Chapter 4:

The next morning I awoke to see Amanda’s pallet empty. Where is she? I slowly pushed myself up trying to wake my body up but it was as if it was limp and hadn’t received any rest all night long. I threw my legs off the couch only to hit a soft surface. “Oww” I heard a slight groan coming from the floor. I had completely forgotten that Joe was still there. Knowing that it was Joe, I kicked my legs again hitting him harder and harder until I finally saw him move his body out of my leg reach.

“What’s your problem Demi?” he said this while rubbing his stomach as if I had really hurt him with my kicks. He slowly made his way onto the couch next to me, rubbing his eyes and straitening his t-shirt out. I let out light chuckle.

“Do you know where Amanda went? Her stuff is gone and the couch is empty.”

“Obviously” he said pointing to the random strewn blankets laying on the couch. I quickly slapped him in the stomach hard enough for him to jolt back and sigh. He thinks he is tough! “She left. She told me to tell you good-bye.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I said with anger in my voice. If she was going to leave why would she tell Joe and not me.

“I saw her getting her stuff together so I decided to ask her what she was doing. She said she had to go somewhere. I told her not to wake you because you looked so peaceful sleeping.” He nudged me lightly on the side.

“I don’t appreciate you watching me sleep and making observations about it. You don’t know if I was peaceful or not.” That was the only comeback I could come up with. If you can not already tell I suck at comebacks. That’s why I hate Joe even more, he is amazing at them.

“Whatever Demi.”

He slowly started to gather his cell and other belongings. He cleaned up his part of the living room, not leaving a single thing left on the floor. Once he was pleased with his work he slowly walked to the door, while checking the mirror to make sure he looked at least decent. “Where are you going?” Not that I wanted him to stay.

“I don’t want Daniel to know I spent the night. He is going to find some reason to get mad at me for it. That’s just how your brother is.” He was still looking in the mirror checking his face and rubbing his eyes.

“I know” laughing a little. “Now Please leave, I am kind tired of you, being here, all the time.” He finished fixing his dark shaggy hair before heading towards the door. He grabbed the doorknob but, suddenly stopped. He turned towards me with a questionable expression on his face.

“Hey do you want to hang out today? I mean, since tonight is the party.  We might as well get used to each others presence.” Why would I want to hang out with him? Why would he want to hang out with me? We never talk. This is one of the longest conversations between us since my 13 birthday. I slowly opened my mouth to answer with, of course, a ‘NO’, but he stopped me. “I mean like…just go for a walk or something around the neighborhood.”

“A walk, that’s it.” I was questioning myself. Why would I go on a walk with him? That is something old married couples do with their grandchildren or something like that. This is so strange. It as if his whole mindset changed from HATE DEMI to actually be on speaking terms with Demi. I still, without a doubt hated him, ever since the golf ball incident.

“Ok, I’ll be back in an hour. Get dressed.” He slowly walked out of the door and out onto the side walk.

Chapter 5:

I regained myself as I walked into the kitchen and started to pour myself a cup of coffee. The cold tiled floor felt like ice hitting the bottom of my feet as I sipped my coffee.  Coffee is my morning ritual. It is a wonderful feeling when you get up and just sit there, enjoying the aroma and flavor of it.

I slowly walked upstairs, trying to figure out what I was going to wear tonight for the party. I am guessing a dress. I went to my closet and picked out the perfect black dress with black pumps. Then, I picked out my outfit for today. I choose dark jeans with an empire waist shirt. I slowly made my way to take a shower and then off to hair and make-up. I have long dark curly hair that reaches down to my lower back and deep hazel eyes that change with the colors of my close. I applied my makeup and got dressed. I wasn’t trying to impress Joe, not at all. I always try to look my best. It is how I was raised. It had been about an hour since he left so I assumed he would be here soon, but knowing Joe he wouldn’t show up. Dan had already left for the ‘gig’ he was playing in and my parents were always out doing stuff. We were a close knit family, but lately we rarely ever saw each other. I was completely alone.

After about fifteen more minutes of complete silence I heard a slight knock on the front door. I walked toward its opening it to see Joe standing there with a hat and sungl*CENSORED* on. Oohh he is cool. I slowly walked towards the side walk looking back to see Joe following behind. We were silent.

“Sooo…twenty questions?” Twenty questions was my favorite game. It was fun and educational. You learn a lot about someone.

I replied with a bit of a crack in my voice. “That’s my favorite game.”

“I know” I was shocked by that answer. Joe knows nothing about me. We never talk. “Ok I’ll go first. What is the one thing you secretly want to do but have never told anyone?”

“Umm…I have always wanted to go to a spice girls concert.” I replied making Joe and myself laugh a little. We were getting along. This is not normal. “My turn, Um, how many times have you taken a walk around this neighborhood?”

“Twice, once when you and I were about 11 and 12. You wanted to walk and Dan wouldn’t take you.”

“Joe Jonas actually doing something sweet? That’s a shocker” I said sarcastically. I didn’t remember that time which is strange because I usually remember everything.

“Ok…How about…Why don’t you ever date anyone?” This question kind of hurt me a little. It wasn’t that I was a total freak or anything but I really have never dated anyone. I have never even had my first kiss either.

 I thought for a minute trying to come up with my answer. “Because, I have never had a guy worth my time.” It was silent, as if we were taking the fresh air in and letting the awkwardness out. We continued walking until I spoke up again.

“What is one thing that you have wanted to do, that you are too scared to do?”

Did anyone try to hard, well I guess I did

I guess I did alright.

We were cut off by the sound of my cell phone ringing through my jean pocket. I came to a stop and pulled my phone out. I opened it to find a new text message.

            I looked up to meet Joe’s eyes. “It’s my mom. She said I have to get home and clean my room if I want to take you to that stupid party.”

“Ok, Well I see you tonight then. I’ll come to your house around 7ish. cool?”

“Cool.” I replied as I slowly made my way back to my house. I am actually getting along with him. What is this world coming to? Joe and I have been completely horrible to each other and then one day he comes back and we are ‘hanging out’. It’s as if he has changed or something. Maybe?

Chapter 6:

All I could think about for the rest of the day was Joe. Why was he all of sudden being kind to me. Joe and I being friends is like and oxymoron.

 I spent a few hours cleaning my room and doing other such house-related things.

I still hate Joe for all the things he has put me through all my life. Even if he is being nice, I still hate him with every ounce of myself. He has always treated me like dirt. Once, when I was nine, my mom took Daniel, Joe and I to the park. Joe decided it would be ‘hilarious’ if he tripped me so that I would fall into an ant bed, and guess what, I did. I had red welts on my face for weeks.  He is not the sweet, flirty, innocent guy everyone has brought him up to be. He is much worse than that. But yet, I was still just having a reasonable conversation with him and I am going to a party with him tonight. It’s like I am contradicting myself. My long though process raged on. Why wasn’t he hanging with Dan? Why didn’t he get one of his other girl friends to take him to this party? Still pondering these questions, I decided not to give it anymore thought.

I spent the rest of the time I had relaxing trying to rid my head of these useless questions. It was finally time to get dressed so I decided to turn up the music and just have ‘Demi’ time. I plugged in my CD player and began to listen to the radio as I touched up my make up and slipped on my little black dress. I stood in the full-length mirror hanging from my closet door, glaring at my reflection. Internal, negative comments were being made but I tried to ignore them. Tonight is going to be fun right?

After I was completely ready I sat in the living room…waiting. I was trying to come up with a plan of action. I sat there pondering on how I was going to act. I decided it would be best if I continued acting like I hated him. It was extremely uncomfortable to be ‘nice’ to him. My thoughts were swirling around my head but before I could even realize it I heard a knock on the door. The sound brought me out of my trance as I slowly walked towards the door and opened it, finding Joe in a button-down shirt with rolled up sleeves and skinny jeans.

“Hey.” I said as I grabbed my purse off the front table.

“Hey. You look…great.” He said as I pushed him out of the way continuing walking to my car. He followed behind.

 I know being mean isn’t the solution to my dilemma but it felt so…natural. “That makes one of us.” I retorted back as I unlocked the car and got in. He followed by opening the passenger door and slowly sitting down in the seat.

“Ouch.” He said as he slipped on his seatbelt and repositioned himself in the car seat. I slowly backed the car out of the driveway and onto the street. The drive was a good thirty minutes. “Do I really look that bad? I thought I looked pretty good! Actually I know I look good.”  He said as I snickered a little but kept my focus on the road and the map I had printed online. “So are you excited?” he asked trying to keep from being slient.

“Sure.” I said as we slowly pulled up into the large house. The house had three stories with a beautiful garden in the front and palm trees everywhere. It was definitely a place that housed a bunch of rich kids who get whatever they want.

“Demi…” he said as he turned towards me so that he could see me clearly. “I am trying to be nice here. I want to be friends. You’re just making this really…difficult.” I slowly released my seatbelt and got out of the car. Joe did the same and walked around the car towards me. We continued to walk up towards the front door of the extremely large house, in silence. Joe knew he had made things even more awkward.

I finally got the courage to reply as I started to ring the door bell. “Why?” I said under my breath, but knowing that he heard me. His face turned towards mine, making eye contact with me. He began to speak but was cut off by the sound of the door in front of us opening. “Dudeeee! I am so glade you made it! Who’s the chick?” a guy from the door continued, obviously with a large amount of alcohol present in his body.

“She is my friend,” emphasizing the word friend as if trying to convince him as well as me that we are actually, maybe friends.

“Well ‘friend’ you can call me Drew. Let me escort you to the drinks.” He said grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house, leaving Joe alone. We still hadn’t resolved our little issue but I knew that once this party was over we were going to have to have our little conversation.

Drew pulled me to the drink table where there was every brand of drink you could possibly imagine. I wasn’t a drinker so I pleased myself by grabbing a diet coke from the cooler. “So… ‘Friend’ do you have a name?’ he said trying to raise his voice loud enough to be heard over all the music and people talking. There had to be at least 50 people here.

“Demi. My name is Demi!” I said trying to do the same.

“Well Demi…you look absolutely HOT tonight,” he said as he grabbed another drink off the table. “Wannnnaa dance?” I didn’t really have anybody else to talk to and this Drew kid seemed to be decent. So I agreed. He pulled me to the dancing area as we started to move our body’s to the rhythm of the music. The song playing was “Low” and it was definitely one of my favorite. I enjoyed myself as Drew and I danced and continued dancing. We continued to talk as we danced and I learned that he was a senior and this was his house. I informed him that I was a sophomore but I was 16 about to be 17 and he replied explaining that he was 17, about to be 18. He was nice and I started to feel rather comfortable around him. I had no earthly idea where Joe was and to be honest I didn’t really care. He had his own friends and I was making some friends also.

Finally after about 30 minutes of constant dancing, drinking, and talking, I had to use the bathroom. “Hey Drew!” I said trying to get his attention. “I need to use the bathroom! Where is it?” He grabbed my hand trying to pull me out of the massive crowd that was dancing. We made it to a stair case and he continued pulling me up the stairs. We came to a door and I walked in leaving drew waiting outside. I checked myself in the mirror and touched up my make- up. I was extremely exhausted and wanted to go home, so I knew I needed to tell Joe. I took out my cell phone finding his number in my contacts list. Finally, I found it and hit call. It rang for about 15 seconds until I heard his voice coming through the ear hole.

Heya this is Joe! I’m sorry I missed your call. There is a beep about to come so I hope you know what to do with it!

Typical Joe, not answering his phone. I slowly walked back to the bathroom door and slowly opened it finding Drew standing right there. He pushed me back into the bathroom causing me to slip and fall to the floor. “Drew what are you doing!” I said screeching.

“You know you want this!” he said as he slowly made his over to me causing me to flinch but I couldn’t move. Unlike the house, the bathroom was very small. He grabbed my hands causing me to struggle. He had me locked in, his body pushing me against the sink. He was a very large guy, football player probably. I tried to yell and got a thunderous ‘help’ out before he covered his hand over my lips. I continued to move violently trying to push him away from me, but he was too large and had too much of an advantage over me. He then removed his hand and leaned in to kiss me. Tears began to fall as he slowly took away my…first kiss. His lips pressed against mine.

“Demi!” I heard someone calling my name.

 I quickly pushed Drew off of me causing him to fall back “JOE! I am in the bathroom!” Drew quickly ran out of the door leaving me in the bathroom still with tears running down my face. I lowered my head as blanket of sorrow fell over me. I heard Joe walk into the dark eerie bathroom, raising my head with his hand and pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my hands around him and not caring about anything else, just replaying what had just happened in my mind. I had a feeling Joe knew also so he just quietly rubbed my head with his hands adding little a little ‘shhh’ and ‘don’t cry’.

Chapter 7:

Joe carefully took me down the stairs and out of the house, pushing and shoving anyone in his way. Once we made it out, he grabbed my purse and slowly searched for the keys. He finally retrieved them and unlocked the car so we could get in. Of course I did not want to drive so Joe slipped in the driver seat, while I made my way over to the passenger side.  I slide my body inside the car and buckled my seatbelt, neither of us saying a word. It stayed that way until we were finally on the road when Joe finally decided he would be the one to say something.

“What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Touch you?” he kept an eye on the road but every few seconds he would look in my direction as if he was making sure I was OK. I stayed silent.

“Thank You” was all I could muster up. I understood Joe saved me from something that would damage me from the rest of my life, but I still didn’t feel close enough to him to explain to him the whole situation.

“Why won’t you tell me if he hurt you?” he retorted.

“Why are you being so nice, Joe?” I whispered. “Its like all of sudden, after many years of fighting between me and you, you decide to be this caring and gentle person?”

He slowly hit the brake and pulled into my driveway. He got out of the car and came over to the passenger side, opening the door to help me out of the car. We walked to the door in silence. He still hadn’t answered my question.

“Because, even out of the foulest people, deep down, is a good caring person who is willing to love someone.” He replied as I unlocked to door to go inside. What does that mean? I sat there staring at him, waiting for something more but he would give me nothing. He slowly turned around towards the sidewalk. “Hey Demi,” he paused and I nodded. “Just because I am nice once, doesn’t guarantee that I will do it again.” He slowly walked away with a slight laugh and large smile written across his face.

There it was. The same old Joe, the one that I hated. I thought maybe things were changing, but he still was the ignorant old Joe that always hade some rude remark to say or something that ruins a perfect moment. He definitely ruined a really cool moment.

Chapter 8 part 1:

The next day I awoke to the rumble of my brother’s guitar. I slowly opened my eyes, wishing this wasn’t happening. I still couldn’t get out of my mind that fact that I had my first kiss last night to a creep who almost…we’ll you know. That was something that was very special to me and I had lost it. I slowly threw my legs over the bed and raised my body up. I walked to the door and opened it revealing the light. My eyes squinted as the adjusted to the change in brightness. I gradually made my way over to Daniels room. I opened his door only to reveal Daniel sitting on his chair and Joe lying on the bed. He is everywhere now! I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the guitar. I gave them a dirty look before I closed the door and made my way downstairs to get my usual morning coffee. I sat and enjoyed it like I did every morning looking out the window and seeing what a beautiful day it was. I then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and then Joe and Daniel appeared in the kitchen.

“Hey Demi, Joe and I are going to a movie and to do some shopping so we won’t be back till later tonight.” I nodded.

“That’s cool. On the way back will you return those movies that I rented for Amanda and I and rent me something good, romantic, or something like that.” I stood up to go get some more coffee. They nodded and headed out the door. Joe stuck his tongue out at me as he followed Dan out of the room. Joe and I still hate each other so at least that hasn’t changed. I wouldn’t know what do with myself if we were actually friends.

The day passed by pretty quickly. I did some chores and laundry, not really worrying about my life. I just kind of let everything in my head ‘gel’ not worrying or stressing. It was extremely relaxing not having to worry about…well…anything. It was probably about eight or nine when I finally decided that I was going to watch TV in my room. I slipped on a tank top and some p.j. shorts and slipped under the covers. Flipping through the channels, I finally found something to watch, a perfect way of ending my day of relaxation. I heard Dan’s car pull up and disregarding it as I continued watching CSI. I heard rumbles downstairs figuring it was Dan, I continued watching TV.

I heard a knock at the door but assuming it was Dan I figured he would come right in. The knock continued. “YA?” I yelled trying to overpower the TV.

The door slowly opened to reveal Joe in the doorway. Oh God! What now?

Chapter 8 part 2: