Fire & Ice - (JoeJonas/OFC)
TITLE: Fire & Ice
RATING: G
SUMMARY: You can get up to some crazy things when you have Joe as a roommate.
FANDOM: Jonas Brothers (Joe/OFC)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for the Drabble Challenge at Jonas Drabbles. The prompt was cold. I got a bit carried away so it is more of a oneshot than a drabble.
Joe was many things, but he wasn’t mechanical. I stood dubiously watching him tinker with our broken heating unit wondering if he was going to electrocute himself. I had the phone in my hand ready to call 911 just in case. “What’s the consensus Sherlock?” I questioned as I bounced on my toes trying to keep warm.
Joe was sitting in front of the heater bundled up in about five layers of clothing. Somehow he had managed to pull the heater apart so that now all we could see was an intricate pattern of dangerous looking wires. “I have no idea.”
I squatted down beside him and pulled my coat closer around my body. The heat had been off all afternoon and slowly but surely our apartment had grown colder and colder until I was pretty sure it was warmer outside than inside.
Joe tucked his chin into his scarf, “I think this is one of those moments where we should admit defeat and buy a new heater.”
I checked my watch. It was way after 5pm, nothing would be open now. “I agree, but what are we going to do in the meantime? I love you Joe, but it would be totally weird to strip down and share body heat.”
Joe glanced around the apartment for ideas and grinned, “Let’s build a fire!”
My eyebrows rose in surprise, “excuse me? Are you nuts? We’d burn the house down!”
“Not inside,” Joe explained patiently as he got to his feet and crossed the room to our one and only plant, “outside on the balcony. We can use the pot plant because it’s metal. And then we can burn anything we want.”
I hesitated. Joe had that look in his eyes that usually made me run 500 meters in the opposite direction.
“Think about it,” he continued, “we can finally get rid of all the magazines that are taking over the coffee table.”
I blinked, not sure whether to be intrigued or horrified by the idea. “What are we going to do with Stewie?”
Stewie was the name of our plant. Kevin had given him to us as a housewarming gift and over the past few months he had experienced various stages of health. He acted as a clothesline most of the time.
“We can burn him too,” Joe responded without hesitation.
My mouth dropped, “you want to burn poor Stewie?”
Joe raised an eyebrow in amusement, “I didn’t realise you were so attached to him."
“Maybe we should just put him in the sink and then return him to his pot when we run out of things to burn.”
“Alright,” Joe agreed. He bent down and grabbed one side of Stewie’s pot. “Help me with this?”
I pulled off my mittens and grabbed the other side, wincing as my hands connected with the freezing cold tin. Together we half dragged half carried Stewie across the living room and into the kitchen. “Geeze he’s heavy,” I complained as we heaved him into the bench.
Joe put the plug into the sink and spun the faucet out of the way. “At least he’ll be easier to water,” he joked as he began scooping soil into the sink.
“I feel bad for him,” I mused as we scooped more and more soil until all that was left was Stewie and his roots. Joe dug a hole and together we stuck Stewie into the sink and patted down the soil around him. Together we stepped back and observed our work. He was a little crooked and looked ridiculously out of place next to our dirty dishes - but all in all it was a job well done.
“Alright,” I began, “you grab the magazines and anything else worth burning. I’ll find the matches.”
Fifteen minutes later we not only had a healthy little fire going, but we had also dragged our couch out into the night and were sitting with every blanket in the house draped over our laps.
“Do you know what would make this whole thing perfect?” Joe asked as he fed another Cosmo into the fire.
“What?”
“Marshmallows.”
I grinned. “Tomorrow night we'll roast marshmallows.”
*~*
Sorry for the length... I got carried away :)
Would love to know what you think.
RATING: G
SUMMARY: You can get up to some crazy things when you have Joe as a roommate.
FANDOM: Jonas Brothers (Joe/OFC)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for the Drabble Challenge at Jonas Drabbles. The prompt was cold. I got a bit carried away so it is more of a oneshot than a drabble.
Joe was many things, but he wasn’t mechanical. I stood dubiously watching him tinker with our broken heating unit wondering if he was going to electrocute himself. I had the phone in my hand ready to call 911 just in case. “What’s the consensus Sherlock?” I questioned as I bounced on my toes trying to keep warm.
Joe was sitting in front of the heater bundled up in about five layers of clothing. Somehow he had managed to pull the heater apart so that now all we could see was an intricate pattern of dangerous looking wires. “I have no idea.”
I squatted down beside him and pulled my coat closer around my body. The heat had been off all afternoon and slowly but surely our apartment had grown colder and colder until I was pretty sure it was warmer outside than inside.
Joe tucked his chin into his scarf, “I think this is one of those moments where we should admit defeat and buy a new heater.”
I checked my watch. It was way after 5pm, nothing would be open now. “I agree, but what are we going to do in the meantime? I love you Joe, but it would be totally weird to strip down and share body heat.”
Joe glanced around the apartment for ideas and grinned, “Let’s build a fire!”
My eyebrows rose in surprise, “excuse me? Are you nuts? We’d burn the house down!”
“Not inside,” Joe explained patiently as he got to his feet and crossed the room to our one and only plant, “outside on the balcony. We can use the pot plant because it’s metal. And then we can burn anything we want.”
I hesitated. Joe had that look in his eyes that usually made me run 500 meters in the opposite direction.
“Think about it,” he continued, “we can finally get rid of all the magazines that are taking over the coffee table.”
I blinked, not sure whether to be intrigued or horrified by the idea. “What are we going to do with Stewie?”
Stewie was the name of our plant. Kevin had given him to us as a housewarming gift and over the past few months he had experienced various stages of health. He acted as a clothesline most of the time.
“We can burn him too,” Joe responded without hesitation.
My mouth dropped, “you want to burn poor Stewie?”
Joe raised an eyebrow in amusement, “I didn’t realise you were so attached to him."
“Maybe we should just put him in the sink and then return him to his pot when we run out of things to burn.”
“Alright,” Joe agreed. He bent down and grabbed one side of Stewie’s pot. “Help me with this?”
I pulled off my mittens and grabbed the other side, wincing as my hands connected with the freezing cold tin. Together we half dragged half carried Stewie across the living room and into the kitchen. “Geeze he’s heavy,” I complained as we heaved him into the bench.
Joe put the plug into the sink and spun the faucet out of the way. “At least he’ll be easier to water,” he joked as he began scooping soil into the sink.
“I feel bad for him,” I mused as we scooped more and more soil until all that was left was Stewie and his roots. Joe dug a hole and together we stuck Stewie into the sink and patted down the soil around him. Together we stepped back and observed our work. He was a little crooked and looked ridiculously out of place next to our dirty dishes - but all in all it was a job well done.
“Alright,” I began, “you grab the magazines and anything else worth burning. I’ll find the matches.”
Fifteen minutes later we not only had a healthy little fire going, but we had also dragged our couch out into the night and were sitting with every blanket in the house draped over our laps.
“Do you know what would make this whole thing perfect?” Joe asked as he fed another Cosmo into the fire.
“What?”
“Marshmallows.”
I grinned. “Tomorrow night we'll roast marshmallows.”
*~*
Sorry for the length... I got carried away :)
Would love to know what you think.