Hey guys! I just started this fan fic and I hope you enjoy it. It goes between points of view a little bit, I hope it's not too confusing. Hope you enjoy!!! =]
Chapter 1
Jordan
With the stereo cranked up as loud as Taylor’s mom would let it go the two of us danced around the Jonas Brothers song “Burning Up”. Taylor and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. Maybe longer than that. Our friendship had seen lots of bumps in the road because of our competitive differences, but our love of the Jonas Brothers and chocolate ice cream brought us back together in the end. Ever since we’d found out about them on Disney channel we’d been love-struck. The only issue was that both of us loved Joe Jonas. The middle brother. In the end, I knew I’d be the one to get him in the end. Taylor seemed to think she’d get him too. Like I said our competitive behaviors had caused fights before, but this time I didn’t know how it would affect us. “Jordan,” Taylor yelled at me from her bathroom. “What?” I asked walking to her. “I don’t know how to do my hair for tomorrow. I mean, the only thing this stupid brown hair of mine does is lay down flat. How will Joe notice me if my hair doesn’t look good,” she said. Her blue green eyes were very big and I knew she was going to ask me to do her hair. I was the hair expert, she was the make-up expert, and when it came to clothes we just looked in Seventeen magazine. “I’ll do your hair, but for now we’d better get some sleep. You do realize that tomorrow we’re meeting the Jonas Brothers. Thanks to MTV of course, but still, I need to get some sleep, see you tomorrow,” I said grabbing my stuff and heading to my sleeping bag that laid on Taylor’s floor. “I’ll be there in a minute, I need to clean up this mess,” Taylor replied. “Ok goodnight then,” I replied, then with a flick of the light I climbed in my bed and fell fast asleep.
Christine
“Hi,” I said shyly. I was getting on a private plane with two other girls. Taylor and Jordan. I knew them, I’d gone to school with them before I moved. I doubt they remember me though. People rarely remember me and when they do it’s because I ticked them off or something. They were best friends and clearly they loved the Jonas Brothers also. I always had. Ever since I saw their music video “Mandy” on MTV, they’d been the only “friends” I had and I didn’t even know them. I could already tell that today was going to be interesting.
Taylor
On the plane Christine made several efforts to be friendly. We were nice back, but she didn’t have anything in common with Jordan and I. She was just wearing a pink t-shirt and jeans. Jordan and I were both in sundresses, in our signature colors, mine was purple and Jordan’s was green. Christine had dyed her hair since we’d last seen her. It was really long and jet black. It didn’t look like her, last time I’d seen her she’d had tons of highlights. I looked from Jordan to Christine and I wondered if I really had a shot with Joe. I mean Jordan with her strawberry blond hair and adorable freckles I had a fair chance. We both knew what we were getting into. Or at least we though we knew…
Rachelle
“I QUIT!” I screamed at Joe. I was done with this movie crap. Pop star Rachelle Ashleigh or as my fans knew me- Chelle- didn’t need to be in a movie with her boyfriend Joe Jonas. I mean, the script wasn’t even that good. My part was too small, I’d rather sing anyway. “Rachelle, don’t do this, I really think we need to discuss this situation. I mean it’s just a movie, you can’t quit. We’ll have to find another lead and everything,” Joe said. “Sorry, but Rachelle doesn’t take orders from directors who don’t respect her. And my boyfriend shouldn’t want me to have such a supporting role anyway. I should have a lead, apparently you don’t see my talent, and so Joe, I’m sorry, but I’m done with this, doe with you,” I said. Joe got a little teary eyes at the last word, “Rachelle, I pulled so many strings to get you in this movie so we could spend time together and now…” Those were the last words I heard from Joe Jonas as I left the movie set and him in my past.
