Chapter One.
Lauren’s POV.
Beneath the beauty theres always a story to be told.
-Anomyous
“Frankie!” I screamed chasing after the ‘Bonus Jonas’ in the halls of the venue, “Get back here!”
“Come on Lauren!” said the young boy, “Your faster then that!” Frankie pedelled the scooter faster and around a corner.
“Frankieeeeee!” I said making his seven letter name sound about twenty.
“Need some help?” came an older guy voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Kevin Jonas standing there.
“What do you think?” I asked still running down the hall.
“I think you are in bad shape” Kevin teased lightly.
“Not all of us our big rockstars” I said punching him lightly in the gut.
“Yeah, Yeah” he replied, “Come on lets catch that little brother of mine.”
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Now more then half of the female population would kill to be in my place. Why you ask? While lets start from the beginning.
September 13, 1989 I was born in a small New Jersey town. I was an awesome baby if I do say so myself. When I was about five a family moved in next door to mine, the Jonas family. At the time Joe was my age, Nick was 2, and Kevin was about 7. Joe and I became best friends as little five year olds do. As we grew older we grew closer and once Nick was old enough to talk we were fast friends. And Kevin was the older brother I never had. He was always the one I could call when I was in trouble or needed help. He’s always been the one that’s been there. Fast forward eight years. The magic age of 13. As soon as I turned 13 I began to look at Joe diffrently, I thought he was well, ‘cute’. I have to admit I had a huge crush on Joe until we turned 15, and he asked me to be my girlfriend, and we have been together ever since.
Now with Mr. Nicholas Jerry Jonas. When he turned about 10, and I was 14 he would always come to me with his problems some of them as silly as that he was scared of flying purple eaters comeing to eat him and some as serious as wondering if Joe was going to die when he had broken a few ribs. I was always the advice giver and his go to friend. Now at the ages of 15 and 18 we were absolute best friends telling each other anything and everything. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kevin Jonas is as I am to Nick. He is the person I go to advice and he is always there to tell me anything. If I was ever in a bad sitchuation he would always be the one I would call to pick me if I needed a shoulder to cry on. I thought of Kevin as a big brother, nothing more. Nothing less.
And Frankie Jonas is my buddy. I go on most tours with the boys because I watch Frankie when everything is crazy with the band so that he doesn’t have to be shuffled from relative to relative and he can spend time with his brothers and his mom and dad.
I love being on tour with the Jonas’s but sometime I just want to be at home with my mom and dad. But that couldn’t happen because my mom died from cancer three years ago and my dad is somewhere doing who knows what with God knows who. Now do you want to be me? Yeah? Go on. I’ll trade you.
Good, Bad, Eh, Su.cked? You tell me please !
