This is my first fan fiction. I love to write and I've had this idea for a while, so I thought I'd take a crack at it. This story is titled after the fray's "Look after you" Download it, it's an amazing song.
***Discalimer: You know the jist, I don't own the jonas brothers or anything to do with them. I only own the other character. HAPPY READING!
Look After You: A Jonas Brothers FanFiction
Chapter One
There now, steady love
so few come and don't go
will you, won't you
be the one i always know
when i'm losing control, the city spins around
you're the only one who knows
you slow it down
Jenna hated interviews.
After four years of college, two more at graduate school, and plenty of headaches later, she was sitting in a stuffy room. Waiting to be interviewed for a job she really didn't know too much about. She had heard about it through her advisor at UCLA.
"It's perfect for you," she gushed. "It's in the entertainment industry, and it involves alot of writing!"
That was two weeks ago. Finally, at age 23, she was ready to join the real world.
Now she wasn't so sure about the real world. Jenna looked down at her gray, pin-striped suit and tugged at the sleeves.
I'd much rather be in sweatpants, she thought to herself.
She glanced at her reflection in the two way mirror at the back of the room. She pulled the clip holding her hair back and shook it out, running a hand quickly through her shoulder length blonde hair. She sighed impatiently and glanced again at the clock.
"How much longer? Sweet jesus, I need to get out of this suit." she muttered to herself.
The air conditioning was clearly broken in the room, and Jenna felt her back start to moisten with sweat. She rummaged through her briefcase and pulled out her notes on the job description. She had jotted them down as her advisor shot off everything she knew about the job. Now the words on the paper looked confusing and vague.
Media relations.
Pop Band-three boys.
Writing blogs for them, writing and releasing press statements on the band.
Touring. Music. Long days and long nights.
Jenna sighed again. I should just leave, she decided.
Jenna stood up when suddenly the door burst open. A older man with glasses and round, friendly face hurried over to her.
"You must be Jenna! Sorry to keep you waiting, it's madness trying to get this tour together. I'm Kevin Jonas Sr. The dad-slash-manager of The Jonas Brothers."
Jenna stood and shook his hand, giving her best "hire me" smile.
"Hello, it's so nice to meet you. I didn't get much on the job description, but I have heard of your boys." she mused. "They seem really talented, my niece is so in love with them."
Mr. Jonas laughed. "Yes, most of the girls are. Well, why don't we have a seat and I'll try and get to the point."
Jenna quicky sat down and waiting eagerly for him to continue.
"Basically, we have alot of media exposure, and we want someone to kind of control anything that goes out about us to the press. We do a myspace blog, we give statements to the magazines, hold press conferences, you know, the usual. I need someone young, plugged in, with writing talents obviously, to handle all this. Whenever something happens or whenever we have a big project coming up, I need you to write about it and make sure it gets released to the public."
Jenna nodded. "I have alot of experience with Public Relations. I was an intern at ABC/Disney doing their PR work."
Mr. Jonas nodded and looked down at what she assumed was her resume in his hand.
"I mean, everything looks great here, Jenna. Obviously, you're going to being spending alot of time with the boys. Their great kids, you'll meet them soon. We like to keep the fans informed on everything their doing and what's coming next. So the Myspace blog will be a priority, and you can interview the boys and send out special statements every once in awhile. I also want you there for interviews with other magazines, TV stations, radio stations, and press conferences. Like I said, I just want you to control what goes out there. The boys are usually very well-spoken, but they are still pretty young so I wanted a proffessional to make sure no one can twist their words around." Mr. Jonas leaned back in his chair and waited for her response.
"This all sounds great," Jenna said. "I've seen the boys interviewed a couple times and they seem very articulate. You've done a great job with them."
Mr. Jonas nodded again and stood up.
"I think you'll work out great. We're leaving for tour in a couple weeks, so your first job will be to handle the Myspace converage of the preperation. Are you ready for life on the road?" He smirked at her.
"I can adjust. As long as I don't have to sleep on the floor." Jenna joked.
Mr. Jonas headed towards the door, chuckling.
"No, ma'am. You'll be given a seperate bus to share with our Personal Assistant, Felicia. She's been with us for awhile, you'll love her." He opened the door and stopped and turned back. "I'm excited about this. I think you'll be a nice addition to our family. I'll send the boys in to meet you after their done with their rehersal." And with that, he left and shut the door.
Jenna's heart swelled. "...nice addition to our family." She liked the sound of that.
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Kevin Jonas leaned back in his chair. The three boys had just watched the interview between their dad and their new Media Rep through the two-way mirror.
"I like her." Nick, the youngest, said from his position in the back of the room. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, focused on the woman in the room across from the.
"Me too, she seems pretty smart. I hope she can handle our schedule, though. It gets pretty brutal. We don't want Joe's morning mood to scare her away." Kevin shot a look to the middle brother, who was seated at the table, his head resting in his hands, looking bored.
"Bite me, Kevin. I won't scare her away if you won't scare her away with your mile-a-minute talking. It's too fast for normal people." Joe looked through the glass and watched Jenna gather her papers and get up and stretch.
"Well, I was just sending Dad mental messages to hire her. She's pretty cute." Joe said.
"Easy, killer." Nick scolded. "I think she might be too old for you, dude."
Kevin laughed. "And by that, he means completely too mature for you."
Joe rolled his eyes and walked over to stand in front of the mirror. He watched her walk slowly around the room, looking around. She finally walked to the mirror, and peered through the glass. Joe laughed, knowing she couldn't see them. He did a little dance.
"Woo-hoo, look at me pretty girl! You. can't. see. me. Haha, I wish we had these things everywhere we went." Joe stopped dancing and stood right in front of where Jenna was standing. He leaned closer.
Jenna put her face right up to the glass. She seemed to look right at Joe. He studied her face, open and friendly. She reached up to brush a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. Joe's breath caught in his throat as she widened her green eyes to study her reflection.
Wow, Joe thought as he sucked in a deep breath.
The door to the room flew open, and Big Rob entered with their Dad trailing behind. Nick exchanged a fist bump with Rob.
"So, Dad, what's the verdict on the new girl?" Kevin wondered.
Joe turned away from the glass, and shook his head as if to shake the haze Jenna's eyes seem to put him in.
Mr. Jonas sat down and motioned for the guys to sit too. They pulled out chairs and sat down.
"I hired her. She seems smart. She's young enough to be plugged in and speak to the younger crowds, but she's old enough to keep tabs on you guys without me worrying that you'll chase after her." He eyed Joe.
Joe mocked suprise. "WHAT? I would never chase a pretty girl. Worry about Kevin, he's the oldest. How old is she?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Kevin checked his papers. "She's 23. She just graduated from UCLA with a Masters in Media Relations. I think she'll be a great fit. Do you guys wanna meet her?"
Joe jumped up, trying not to seem eager. He followed the rest of the gang out the door to meet her. Rob stopped him before he left the room.
"Jenna's fine, ain't she?" Rob smiled knowingly at Joe. "She's too old for ya, man. Remember that."
Joe grinned up at Rob. "You know what they say, man. Age ain't nothin' but a nuuuumber", he sang.
Rob laughed and pushed him playfully out the door.
