New SETB Chapter!
Title/Chapter: Strong Enough to Break (02/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Joe/OFC, Kevin/OFC
Rating: R for strong language
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [pixie lucas]
Note: I started writing this June 30th, 2008. I was in crisis mode with my writing, this was the ONLY thing I could come up with. Don’t hate me.
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Summary: It’s love at first sight for Pixie & Joe. But after only two months on tour with Joe’s band, the unexpected happens: a tragic accident that leaves Pixie heart-broken. Alone and grief-stricken, she turns to the rest of Joe’s family for comfort. The close-knit brood lean heavily on each other for support to get through the loss. But what happens when the weight becomes too much to bare?
CHAPTER TWO:
I’m awoken an hour later by the sound of others entering the hotel suite. For a moment I can’t remember where I am, I know it’s not the hotel I checked-in to this morning. I roll over to find an angelic looking Joe Jonas. I smile as it all comes back to me. Meeting outside the venue after the show, going back to his hotel, talking, making love, falling asleep. I hear another sound breaking me from my reverie.
HIS FAMILY’S BACK!
I shake Joe, trying to wake him up. “Shit, Joe, wake up!” I tell him softly with an urgency to my tone. I shake him some more and he buries his head under his pillow. “Damnit, Joe,” I whine. “Get UP!” Still nothing. So this time I rip the pillow off his head, leaning in close to his ear and say in a very calm voice, “If you don’t get up and get dressed with me, your parents and/or brothers are going to find YOU naked in bed and ME fully clothed smelling like sex. I think they’ll get the picture, don’t you?” I say that last part with a sickly sweet voice.
Upon hearing this, Joe bolts upright in the bed. “WHAT?!” he screeches.
“Shh,” I whisper. “Be quiet. I don’t want them to find us before we get our clothes on.”
“Good thinking,” he replies. “But one thing before we start running around like chickens with our heads cut off.”
“What’s that?” I ask. Joe pulls me close giving me a warm hug and kiss.
I smile as he pulls away, almost forgetting that we have to get out asses in gear. But Joe gives me a little shake and hisses, “Lets go!”
“Oh!” That’s when the whole time constraint comes back to me and I start running around the room trying to find every single article of my clothing.
We’re both at the end of the bed pulling on our last garments when there’s a knock at the door.
“Joe, you in there?”
“Yeah, Kev, hold on,” Joe calls out.
We hear the doorknob jiggle. “Hey, why’s this locked? Joe? Are you okay in there?” The doorknob rattles again.
Joe looks me over. “You done?” he asks. I nod and sit on the edge of the bed, trying to look as calm, cool, and collected as I can under the circumstance.
Joe goes over to the door, unlocks it, and opens it up, standing in the doorway. “’Sup?” he asks his older brother.
Kevin tries to peek around him. “Nothin. Just wanted to see where you’d gotten off to so early into the after-show autographs.”
“Well, I’m just here hanging out with a friend,” Joe tells him.
“What friend?” Kevin asks suspiciously.
“Pixie. She was at the show,” Joe explains and steps back to prove I’m real. I give a little wave to the oldest Jonas brother. He looks at me, then back at Joe, then back to me and once again to Joe.
“Oh…My…God. You did not do what I think you did,” Kevin says, eyes wide in shock.
“Keep it down!” Joe hisses, ushering his older brother into the room and closing the door behind them. Then Joe moves over to the bed to sit beside me. He takes my hand and holds it tightly.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Joe! What the hell were you thinking?” Kevin asks, disappointment very clear in his words. “Dad’s going to kill you. You know that, right?” Joe nods, his head hanging down. I rub his back gently.
“It’ll be okay,” I murmur.
“This is not okay,” Kevin interjects. “There is no way this is okay.” Then he turns to Joe and holds out his hand. “Give me your ring.”
Joe looks up at his older brother. “No. No way, man. I’m not giving you my ring. I promised to wait till I got married and you know what, bro? Pixie and I are getting married. So shut it.”
“Dude, just because you’re getting married, doesn’t mean you can have sex before you are actually legally wed by a minister in a church with a marriage license,” Kevin argues. “Now give me your purity ring.”
“Fine, if that’s the promise I made than I won’t wear the ring, but you are not the one taking it from me. If anyone is going to take it and brand me as someone who doesn’t keep their promises, it will be Dad. He’s the only one I will give my ring to,” Joe replies. “Now, get the fuck out of my room.” Kevin stares at his younger brother in shock for just a moment before exiting the room with a slam of the door.
Joe lets out the breath he was holding, slumping forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. I rub his back in soothing circles.
“It’ll be okay, Joe,” I tell him quietly. He looks at me and blinks, almost as if he forgot I was here. Then he reaches up to the back of my neck and pulls me down till our foreheads touch.
“My dad’s a reasonable man,” he replies. “…usually.”
It’s only a minute before there’s another knock on the door. “Joe, it’s your father. Can I come in?”
“Sure, Dad. Door’s open,” Joe answers, hanging his head again. I give his hand a squeeze trying to be reassuring. I’m not sure it helps, but he squeezes back.
Joe’s father walks into the room, gently closing the door behind him. He moves further into the room and pulls a chair up in front of us. He sits and just looks at us. I instantly remember the respect and manners my mom taught me and hold my hand out.
“Hi, I’m Pixie Lucas,” I say with as much confidence as I can.
The older Jonas politely shakes my hand replying, “I’m Kevin Senior. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Lucas.”
“Likewise,” I tell him.
“Joe,” he says after a moment of silence, turning to his son. Joe slowly lifts his head and sits up straight. “Your brother seems to think you have something you need to discuss with me.” Joe gives a slight nod but doesn’t speak. I squeeze his hand between both of mine, trying to convey that I’m not going to leave his side.
After a moment he takes a deep breath and says, “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to disappoint you or anyone else, but I’m not going to feel guilty about my choice. I love Pixie and I want to be with her for the rest of my life. Maybe you don’t understand or don’t want to but this is how I feel; I’m in love and I’m not going to feel bad about it.” Joe takes another deep breath and waits for his father’s response.
“You’re young,” Reverend Jonas states.
“Almost as young as you and Mom were when the two of you started dating,” Joe interjects.
“We were in college,” the older Jonas replies.
Joe gives his father a pointed look. “Yeah, and Pixie and I have both graduated high school. What’s the difference?”
“Do you actually know she’s graduated high school?” Reverend Jonas asks. I grit my teeth but don’t say anything for fear my temper will flare.
“Of course I know that,” Joe answers. “We’ve talked. It’s not like we just jumped right into bed. Jeez.”
“Joe,” I warn him. He looks away guiltily. I turn to the reverend then. “If you would like to know anything about me all you have to do is ask. I’m not hiding anything.” Joe’s father nods.
“Are you in fact a high school graduate?” he asks.
“Yes, I am,” I answer proudly.
“Grade point average?”
“Not exactly sure since it’s been a few years, but the lowest grade I ever got was a D and that was once. The rest of the time my grades never dropped below a B and I even got a certificate for High Honors one semester in my senior year.”
“High Honors?” Kevin Senior asks. I nod. “That’s impressive. What did you get the D in?”
I make a face. “Math. It’s not really my strong point. It only makes sense when I can physically see the numbers getting bigger or smaller. I’m more of a reading, writing, arts person than science and math.”
The father figure chuckles. “Yes, math wasn’t my best subject either.” There’s a beat of silence. “How old are you?”
I bite my lip. “Does that really matter?”
“If you have to ask, I think it does.”
“I’m twenty-two,” I answer honestly.
Kevin Senior nods. “I see.”
At that point Joe speaks up. “It doesn’t matter how old either of us are,” he says. “We have an amazing connection and I think that’s what’s important. Just… can you just trust me, Dad?” His father looks back and forth between us silently. Then he turns to me.
“You know this can be considered illegal in some states,” he says. I nod.
“I know, Sir, and maybe I should apologize for that…” He holds up his hand to stop me.
“If you love my son, don’t apologize for it.”
I look at him with wide eyes. “I honestly wasn’t going to, Sir.”
“And don’t call me sir. It makes me feel old.” I can’t help grinning at that.
Reverend Jonas stands and puts the chair back in the corner he got it from. “But one thing before I go,” he says. “If you two want to be together, you’re going to have to be careful. Remember: some people aren’t going to like your age difference. And we’re going to have to have some rules.” Joe opens his mouth to protest but his father doesn’t let him have the chance. “We’re not going to talk about it tonight. You guys just get some rest, okay?” We both nod and watch as the reverend leaves the room.
Once we’re alone Joe turns to me and says, “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”