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07 April 2008 @ 19:39
Shattered, Chapter One.  
Title: Shattered
Author: Bri, awesomazing
Rating: T
Word count: Chapter 1 – 1771
Current total - 1771
Summary/authors notes: "Joe," he kept on, he was passed listening to me and I was passed caring. He had been pacing back and forth in the tiny space for the last ten minutes, muttering to himself, his hand running through his hair occasionally. "Joe," I repeated; no response. "Joe! ... JOE." He stopped in his tracks and spun around to face me. It was then that he gave me the dirtiest look I have ever received in my entire life. You would have thought I had just ripped his own life from his hands. I felt my jaw slacken and my eyes began to fill, I might as well have been slapped in the face. I closed my mouth, blinked my eyes, stood up and walked away, never glancing back to mentally capture a final picture of the face I loved. As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard glass being thrown against it, shattering: probably the vase of tulips which had been sitting beside me only moments before.

My sister was born September 17, 1992. Yeah, the very day after Nicholas Jerry Jonas. Our parents had met in one of those childbirth classes (even though they had both had kids before). I think the real reason our families became friends was because our dads shared ‘male bonding’ over struggling with extreme, hormone-filled wives. Our mothers had the exact same due date, but Mom didn’t pop Callie out until a day later. Apparently, Joseph and I were shoved together in a playpen for hours at a time, while Kevin mindlessly entertained himself. He was good at that. Joseph and I would stare at a book and attempt to read to each other. We didn’t succeed. I, of course, being nearly three at the time, don’t remember any of these things myself. It’s just one of those stories that I was told so many times that I can almost visualize the actual situation as if I remembered it personally. The Jonas family moved away a year later, leaving my family behind. Our parents remained in contact, but Callie and I, not really remembering the boys, never paid much attention to updates of the Jonas clan. Well, until they started shoving us together…

The summer before Joseph and I both turned twelve, our families decided to take a joint family trip. They both had been wanting to go to Florida for family vacations for a few years and somehow they decided that we should all go together. What fun! Except not. Who in their right mind would want to spend their entire family vacation with another family full of smelly, cootie filled boys? Not me, anyway.

Callie and I avoided them to the best of our ability, they were dangerous. They had boogie boards and tried to surf on the wet sand, only to fall minutes later. They (being Kevin, Joseph, and Nicholas) convinced me to try the whole ‘mud boarding’ extravaganza and the second I stepped onto the board, I lost my balance, stumbling onto Joseph, knocking us both into the sand. I didn’t know falling into sand could scrape my knees just as badly as tumbling off my bike onto concrete, but it did. That was the day Callie and I declared them “stupid boys” and decided to stay as far away from them as humanly possible. We weren’t chancing them wrecking the rest of our Florida days, besides they had us outnumbered four to two (yes, Frankie counted, even if he was a baby).

Two years later, it was decided that my family was flying to New Jersey for the annual summer vacation. Why they picked New Jersey, I have no idea, nothing’s there. I know it was to see the Jonas family, but at the time, I was annoyed by the fact we couldn’t spend the holidays on a warm, toasty beach somewhere along a coast. I was thirteen, nearly fourteen, and in a phase when I was an introvert, hardly speaking to anyone. I place the blame on my first ever boyfriend ‘breaking my heart’ (or what I thought was heartbreak) and saying we should stop dating over the summer. That was the year I became friends with Kevin. I had been sitting in the swing set on their front porch, reading a random book that their mom had let me borrow. My mom had sent him out to check on me because he was the oldest and therefore the most ‘mature’. He told me his own story - a girl he had been head over heels for suddenly left without an explanation. He described how he had felt completely empty and more alone than ever before. The last thing he shared with me was how he built himself up and didn’t want to let only one girl define his moods. From that day forward, Kevin was the guy I called whenever I needed advice… or just someone to speak to about the drama of every day life. My mother couldn’t be happier that I was finally making friends with their family, I don’t know why this delighted her so much, but it did. She wished I had been able to make friends with Joseph and Nicholas, as well (whom now requested to be called Joe and Nick, respectively), but Joseph was too busy doing God knows what, and Nicholas was always soaked up in memorizing new Broadway lyrics.

Flash forward another two years, the Jonases were visiting us this summer instead. Over the time, Kevin had become my best friend; he was always there when I needed someone to lean on or help me put my puzzle pieces back together. I no longer had to hear from my mother the updates of the Jonas family, I got my very own nearly every day. Kevin told me all about how they had helped Nicholas write a song called “Please Be Mine” and somehow ended up snagging a record deal for the trio. That was the year I became friends with Nicholas. On this trip, Nicholas’s personality emerged and I found myself actually enjoying his company. He was the most serious thirteen year old I had ever met, which is probably what gave me the nerves to be around him when I could barely stand my own thirteen year old sister’s obsessive ways. He had just received his very first cell phone a week before their trip and he was dying to have a texting buddy, so, of course, I volunteered. Everyone needs a texting buddy. He sent me little glimpses into their lives, never talking about major things, but little things, like when he couldn’t decide what flavor slurpee to get, etc. He became Nick to me, having grown out of the name Nicholas. Joseph continued to be the elusive one that I never really knew. He always seemed so close (due to the fact his brothers mentioned him constantly), yet so far away. I felt like I knew everything about him, yet nothing, all in the same moment.

Slowly, their music began to pick up, they had a deal with Columbia and were extremely excited. I was excited for them, too, of course, but it didn’t have much of an affect on my life. It probably would have if circumstances were different, but they never neglected me - Nick still texted me at least once a day and Kevin called nearly every night, though sometimes at weird hours because they were starting to do shows.

Then one day, Nick texted me saying they had scheduled a date in Dallas, with the day off afterwards so they could crash at my house (if that was okay). And of course it was, I missed the boys. There’s only so long you can last without seeing some of your best friends face to face. Their date in Dallas was set for exactly a month after the day Nick texted me about it. Each day, I’d mentally count down how many days were left until the boys arrived. I wasn’t allowed to go to their show (I can’t even remember the stupid reason now), but I was allowed to miss school the next day to show them around Dallas. That was the day it all began.


I awoke to the smell of pancakes, which was weird. My mom never made me breakfast on school days, I was strictly a milk and cereal kid, she didn’t have time for these things. I glanced at my alarm clock - 8:06. Crap! I had slept through my alarm and school had officially started six minutes ago. I jumped from my bed, hastily switching my pajamas for the first shirt and pair of jeans I grabbed. I glanced at my hair, typical mess, no use trying to fix it. I slipped an elastic band through my hair, snatched my back pack, and ran through my bedroom door and into someone. Literally. I was instantly repelled into my doorframe, knocking it hard, and sliding down to the floor. “Ouch,” I muttered, clutching my head. I looked up to see a teenage boy of about my age staring down at me, worry etched into his eyes. I vaguely wondered why there was a cute boy in my house.

“You okay, Sadie?” he asked. He offered me his hand, pulling me up to stand beside him. That’s when I finally noticed the eyes that were so familiar, and the facial structure… and that, standing in front of me, was Joseph, just a bit older. And hotter. He waved his hand in front of my face, “Sadie, you there?”

I bit my lip, nodding. “Just a little dizzy.”

He took my hand again, leading me towards my bed so I could sit down. “I’ll get you some water,” he said, leaving my room, only to return thirty seconds later. “Actually, I don’t know where anything is, so I can’t,” he chuckled, I felt my face warm. “You okay, now? You seemed like you were kind of in a rush.”

“The thing is, I thought I was late to school,” I said, pointing towards my backpack which lay beside me on my bed, “so, naturally, I was in a rush.” I looked at him, starting from the tips of his hair all the way down to his Nike clad shoes. He wasn’t the same as I remembered.

“You’re in luck then, you get to bum off the entire day of school to show my brothers and I around town. Since we obviously don’t remember it or anything.” He rolled his eyes, as if me showing him around town was the very last thing he wanted to do.

I furrowed my eyebrows at his response, “Not exactly your idea of the perfect day?”

“Yes, literally running into people is exactly how I want to spend my day, when I could be sleeping or something.”

My mouth dropped slightly, why was he suddenly so moody? At the rate we’d gone our entire lives, I didn’t see us ever becoming friends.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Joseph,” I replied. “Your brothers want me to show them around, but you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I want to spend time with the people I love and miss.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, as if I had stung him somehow. I don’t know how that was possible, I clearly couldn’t love him seeing as I barely spoke to him and I couldn’t miss something I didn’t love. “The name’s Joe,” he muttered. I just shrugged and walked out of my bedroom, freeing myself from my current annoyance.

I don't like the first chapter, it was posted mainly to build a foundation for the story. I've written up to part five of this story, I'll post more when I get the chance. Please comment with criticism and such!
hellodianehellodiane on 8th April 2008 01:01 (UTC)
wow; you did a great job!
especially with the whole "wanting to build a foundation for the story" thing.

plus being best friends with kevin jonas would be the sweetest thing ever.
update soon!
swarley.awesomazing on 9th April 2008 01:53 (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you understand my building a foundation thing, because I think they're really needed for stories, but are left out too often.

I wish Kevin Jonas was my bff.