Jonas Brothers Love Story... Joe 1

Chapter One:

"...baby you turn the temperature hotter, cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up, for you baby..."
The iPod blares in my ears louder than it should be. The 'Jonas Brothers'' number one song of the year finishes the second verse as I reach a crossing lane and step in with a group of people waiting to cross the street. I tap my foot along with the beat of the song, but also in irritation. This is my last day visiting New York; I wanted to get going to my first stop.

The worst part was that no cars were coming. I looked to my right, where the intersection was, and saw that not a single car in any of the lines had the correct turn signal on to pass our way. I hate the city.

The light for the cars finally pings green and I sigh. Everyone must be thinking the same thing: how much longer am I going to stand here?

"... we're burnin' up in the place tonight..."

Not a second more.

I hadn't been standing for too long, but the song was almost over- that kind of thing bothers me for some reason. I didn't want to be looking at my iPod to change the song in front of everybody. Looking both ways I stepped out into the street and began to walk quickly. I could feel envious people staring daggers into my back as I trotted across the paint, some who wereprobably deciding whether to follow me or not.

It was a good thing they didn't.

So close to the sidewalk, something catches my attention out the corner of my eye: first, a man behind me, running, then a large truck driving toward me.

BAM!

THUD!

"... I'm slippin' into the lava, and I'm tryin' to keep from going under-"

I was hit, hard. The impact sent me hurdling to the ground yelling as my headphones fell out of my ears so I could hear my iPod land next to me, and the blare of truck horns as it drives by. I felt the rough cement make contact with my back, almost snapping my spine, but I could also feel something heavy on my stomach and chest... it was difficult to breathe.

'This is not good...'I thought, opening my eyes slowly. But I didn't see a truck tire or front end. Instead Isaw long locks of soft, black hair.

'What the-?' I finally feel the warmth beside my head: another head that hesitantly lifted itself up causing the hair to shift position. The face was revealed, along with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes.

"Are you alright?" his deep voice asks out of breath.

"...yes, I think so..." I replied, dragging out my words. 'Did...did this man just save my life...?' I was still staring.

"Thank God," he said as he smiled slightly and moved back, propping himself up with his arms for a few moments. It felt better to have the weight off my chest... literally. People gathered around us, including a news media or two. We didn't pay attention to any of that though, we were still staring at each other trying to process what had just happened. Or, maybe that was just me.

I suddenly recognized who was sitting awkwardly on top of me. I hope the news cameras weren't on yet, for I could feel my face get really hot.

Apparently he noticed and closed his eyes, waiting for it to come.

"You... you're-" I stammered.

"-Joe Jonas. Yes,you're one lucky girl," he finished for me, as if he'd done it a hundred times. I had no idea how to respond except for, "Oh, my, God..."

'This didn't just happen. This couldn't have just happened...'

Finally the media yanked him off of me and splattered him with questions. I still sat on the ground, catching his occasional small glimpses toward me. 'What the hell? I'm the victim here!' Great, my first encounter with my favorite celebrity and I'm ignored by everyone.

Somehow he's not looking so high on my list right now.

While I wasn't paying attention, he stepped away from the video cameras and reached his hand out toward me. I looked up just in time to meet his face a few centimeters away from mine... was he helping me up?... why was he so close?... and widened my eyes in surprise and excitement.

"Did you drop this?" he said, holding my iPod out in front of me just in time to hear Nick's voice finish up the song.

"... for you baby."

'Crap,' I thought, pursing my lips together, 'He's going to recognize the song.' This is bad because their CD 'A Little Bit Longer' hasn't been released yet and the song I was listening to is on it. 'He'll know I illegally copied it... and he'll hate me... and...' I cautiously nodded trying to hide my embarrassment. He handed it to me.

"Here, I don't think it's broken."

'What?' I took it out of his hand. "Thanks."

His hand never moved. I looked up at him after putting the iPod in my bermuda short's pocket. He smiled at me.

"Looks like you need a bit of help there as well," he said.

"Thanks." I nervously grasped his large hand and he gently pulled me up. It didn't seem like it took him any effort, and I couldn't help but smile.

Back to the top of my list. That's my ripped Joe.

He didn't let go. Embarrassed again, I watched his face with confusion as he looked around. "Has someone called an ambulance yet?" I froze. The microphones were pressed up in our faces. Amazing how the media reaches scenes faster than aid does.

Joe lost focus and pushed them away with his free hand. Another giant hand and arm helped from behind: it was Big Rob, the Jonas Brothers' bodyguard. Speaking of which, where were Nick and Kevin?

"Has someone called an ambulance yet?" Joe repeated as BR held back the reporters.

"I'm fine!" I suddenly found my voice again. Joe looked at me, "I don't believe you."

"What?" I asked, "I can stand fine, and nothing hurts too bad! If you hadn't, pushed me out of the way of that truck..." I could hear myself begin to stumble over my words.

"You're right, it could have been worse." Why did that sound so offending? "Never mined! We don't need an ambulance!"

Oh my God. Typical Joe.

I stared at him as he tapped Big Rob on the shoulder, who moved, allowing the microphones to circle us and reporters to flood us with questions. I felt like an idiot, Joe seemed so calm with the reporters... I had never been interviewed like this before.

Then I felt his warm hand leave mine. 'Holy crap, I just held a celebrity's hand for more than five seconds.'
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It must've been about an hour until I found myself free to leave. People had joined us who were walking by and noticing Joe, then some left, along with the media trucks. The only thing I regretted about this situation was that nobody had caught the license plate on the truck that had almost killed me. Which, then again, wasn't all bad...

Of course, more people attempted getting close enough to Joe to touch him, but Big Rob definitely did his job well. I felt so special, like one of the girls in their songs. I was standing right next to him.

"So you're sure you're alright?" Joe asked, hands in his pockets of his jacket... how the heck could he wear a jacket in this weather?

"Yes, thanks to you," I smiled at him. I hoped it didn't sound too flirty.

"Yeh," he smiled a little. I figured I had gotten away with my answer. "That's actually pretty funny the reason you gave for walking out in the street."

"Oh, yeh." Joe Jonas, the funniest hot guy alive, just called me funny. "But it's the media, they just want a story."

"Yeh, saying you weren't paying attention to the signs... is that the excuse everybody gives nowadays?"

Oh my God. I was having a conversation with Joe Jonas. "Yeh, you hear that a lot now, don't you?"

"Yeh, so what were you in such a hurry for?"

"Oh well I'm here visiting my cousin who actually lives in New Jersey, but she gave me some time today for myself because she thinks I'm old enough, you know? Which I mean, I guess I am, that's the worst thing that's happened to me today..." Oh man. I was so rambling.

"It's a good thing I saved you." I stopped and stared at him. "What?"

I smirked, “They were right. You do make it known when you've done something like winning." He looked at me funny. Oh, God please tell me I didn't just decide to say that out loud.

"Who said that?" I need to pray more.

"Um, I read the 'People' magazine a month or two ago. They interviewed Kevin about who was the sorest loser..."

"And he said me, I get it." Joe looked over his shoulder.

"So what are you doing here, if you don't mind?"I asked curious, "And where are your brothers?"

"Oh, I thought you were a Jonas Brothers fan?" I opened my mouth a bit. 'WHAT was that supposed to mean?' "We're here for our 'Burnin' Up Tour' concerts in New York. Today we had some time for ourselves. I don't even think Kevin and Nick are awake yet. I slipped out earlyto see a few sites."

I'm so jealous. He doesn't ramble.

"I see." 'I SEE?' "Um, I guess you guys need some time alone and without each other every once in a while."

"Yeh, sometimes," he took his hands out of his pockets. "Well I better get heading back before they notice I'm gone, though it's probably already too late." He smiled that adorable smile of his, and stuck his hand out to shake mine. I hesitated, wanting a hug, but shook it anyway, "Probably. I wish you luck."

"Thanks. Luck is wished for you as well." He salutes.

"Wow Joe." We both smile and he turns to leave. I suddenly jump into the situation, "Oh and can you tell Nick and Kevin I love them?" He stops to face me with apouty expression.

"You haven't told me you love me. Or are they your favorites?" Oh my GOD.

"No! No, I mean, YOU'RE actually my favorite Joe!"

"Of course."

"You are!"

"What's your name again?"

"Shannon. Yours is Joe, right?"

He turns around nodding to my name, but ignoring my comical comment.

"You have good taste in music."

OH. MY. GOD.


"...all by yourself, gotta catch my breath..."
This is only the first part, more will be coming but only if I am encouraged to continue! So comment and rate and it'll help me get over this 'possibility'that just will never bepossible.