The Story of Us

The truth is, Audrey always dreamt of being where she was now. Always. But never in a million years did she ever think it would happen or that it could happen. Living in the confines of New York can place anyone in the oddest of circumstances. And the day she walked into that diner, changed her life forever. Being a Jonas Brothers fan was for life. But so were the vows she took. It was always him. Forever. The moment Joe met her, he knew. It hit him like a ton of bricks. It was almost surreal to look into a her eyes and know he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. But with Audrey, it was instantaneous. There was no other way to explain it. He wanted to be a better man for her.


6. {six}


New York City – May 4th, 2012


Audrey was sitting at the counter in the 38th Street Diner, her books sprawled out across it as she tried to study for the stupid test for Sociology. A couple of days passed since her little secret came out – that she was a fan of the Jonas Brothers. It was also few days since Joe confessed to liking her and kissed her in the entryway of Nick’s New York apartment.

She hadn’t seen either brother since. Joe was still in New York, but she knew all three of them were busy writing and recording for their upcoming album – which, let’s face it, was going to be epic. Audrey was still kind of feeling alienated due to her little confession, so she didn’t want to be the one to make the first move – even if Joe kissed her. She still felt like a hindrance on them and she wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Chocolate cake, Audrey?” George asked her as he brought a piece over to her on a small plate.

“Georgie, no,” she whined playfully.

“On the house,” he said, smiling at her.

“George, are you trying to fatten me up?” She smirked at him.

“You need a little meat on them bones,” he told her sincerely.

“Chocolate cake is not going to give me meat. It’s going to give me a coronary,” she told him.

“Eat it,” he told her in the playful demanding tone he had.

Audrey sighed, watching as he set it down on the counter in front of her. There was no arguing with him, ever. He always won.

“I bet those Jonas fella’s wouldn’t mind seeing a little meat on your bones, either,” George told her.

With just the mentioning of their name, Audrey’s cheeks blushed and a small smile crept up her lips.

“I told you that boy was sweet on you,” George smiled back.

“Nick? No,” Audrey said, shaking her head.

“Then that boy you ran outta here the other day?” He asked curiously.

“I did not run him out of here,” she scoffed.

“He ran,” George pointed out, causing Audrey to sigh.

“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You playin’ games with them, Audrey?” George asked, arching his eyebrow at her.

“I don’t play games, George. I am offended that you would even come to that conclusion,” she told him.

“Don’t even. You’re a woman. You all play games,” he said, wagging his finger at her.

“George!” Audrey laughed.

“Sad but true,” he said, looking at her knowingly. She scoffed as he walked off chuckling.

Audrey threw her hood up over her head and slunk down in the seat, really trying to focus on the study material that was in front of her. But all she could seem to think about was Joe and Nick and of course, what George just said.

“I do not play games,” she mumbled to herself as she mindlessly read the same line over and over again.

She didn’t know how long she sat there unable to focus or concentrate. She was just staring at the pages of her book, seeing words, but not being able to comprehend them. She knew she should have been straight with them from the beginning. No, she should have never gotten herself involved with them in the first place. But, who was she kidding? She would have never been able to stay away – just like she couldn’t keep her mind off them now. It was impossible.

“Ahem,” Audrey heard George clear his throat loudly, causing her to nearly fall off her stool because he startled her so badly.

“Jesus, George!” She said, gripping at her chest.

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” He scolded her.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Are yous two fighting?” George asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“What? Who?” She asked, watching as George nodded his head back toward the dining room.

Audrey quickly turned around and saw Nick Jonas sitting at her usually table dipping a tea bag in and out of a mug.

“No. I don’t think so,” she said, turning back toward George as her cheeks blushed wildly.

Was he mad at her after all? Did he think it over and decide she wasn’t worth being friends with after all? Every insecurity she had over the situation came to the forefront and she was doubting everything.

“Go talk to him then. Maybe he didn’t see you,” George pressed.

“I don’t want to bother him,” she said, waving it off.

“Audrey, he’s sitting at your table. Go talk to him,” George pressed even harder.

“Fine. But I’m not taking this chocolate cake with me,” she told him.

“I’ll box it up for you and you can take it to go,” he said, smiling widely at her.

“You would,” she said, giving him a playful glare as she closed her text book and shoved it in her bag.

“I will,” he chuckled, grabbing the small plate off of the counter as she turned to head toward Nick.

Nick must have been lost in his own head because he didn’t see her coming until she was standing right in front of him.

“Audrey!” He said, looking surprised to see her.

“Hi,” she said quietly.

“I uh… here, sit down,” he said, standing up like a gentleman to offer her the seat across from him.

“Alright,” she said, sitting down, setting her bag on the floor at her feet. Nick sat back down and smiled at her.

“You’re at my table,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, uh… I was hoping I’d run into you,” he told her.

“You were?” She asked, looking at him skeptically.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen you, you know, for a couple of days,” he told her.

“I’ve… I’ve been busy. School and stuff,” she said, letting her eyes wander away from his.

“I understand. We’ve, uh… we’ve been writing a lot,” he told her.

“Cool,” she said quietly.

“Listen, I just… I don’t want things to be weird,” Nick offered.

“It’s not,” she told him.

“I can tell it is,” he said, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“What do you mean?” She asked, finally looking into his eyes again.

“I mean, you and Joe… you’re like… I don’t know. You like each other, right? I don’t want things to change between us. I want us to still be friends, Audrey,” Nick told her.

Bless his heart for not bringing up the other elephant in the room.

“No, no. I mean, I have no idea where Joe and I stand, but you and I… things could never be weird, okay. You’re Nick and I’m Audrey and we’re friends. I don’t want things to change at all,” she told him.

“Good,” he said.

“Good,” she reiterated.

“So, have you eaten?” Nick asked.

“George is trying to shove a piece of chocolate cake down my throat, but other than that, no,” she smirked at him.

“Him and his chocolate cake,” Nick chuckled.

“I don’t know what it is. I should tell him I’ve developed an allergy to it or something,” she laughed.

“He’d never believe you. Besides, he’d just slip you a piece of apple pie or a cannoli,” Nick laughed.

“There is no doubt in my mind that he would,” Audrey laughed with him.

She enjoyed where they were with one another. She was glad they were still friends and that he could look passed her little white lie. She really appreciated him and respected him as a person for that. And she was certain after all of this, Nick Jonas would be a friend for life no matter where she stood with his brother or how big of a fan she had been all along. He was most definitely one of the greatest souls she ever had the pleasure of knowing.



Los Angeles – February 10th, 2013


Seeing Audrey standing in his kitchen had Joe’s head spinning. He just woke up and he wasn’t quite sure if he was still dreaming or if he was still going off of his high from the night before. But she was right there, apparently cleaning his kitchen. Would his mind really think up something like that? If she really was a figment of his imagination, he figured his mind would come up with something a little more risqué. Like, her naked and ready to fuck the shit outta him or something. Although, the state of disarray his apartment was in lately was a cause for concern. Maybe his subconscious mind finally had enough.

“Audrey?” Joe called out, sitting up in his bed.

“Joe!” She yelped, dropping an empty pizza box back onto his countertop.

“What are you doing here? Am I hallucinating?” He asked, rubbing at his dry, burning eyes.

“No. I’m here, baby,” she said, moving toward him quickly.

Well, holy shit. She was really there.

“Hi,” he smiled at her as his voice came out raspier than he would have liked.

“Hi,” she greeted, beaming her own smile at him as she sat down on his bed with him. She was absolutely beautiful. His very own Angel.

She quickly wrapped her arms around him, connecting their lips immediately. He missed her. He missed her more than he thought he did. Having a girlfriend that lived clear across the country was most definitely challenging, but it was moments like these that made it all worth it in the end.

“What are you doing here?” He asked her.

“I came to visit,” she told him, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“How… how did you get in?” He asked, answering the question in his head before she even did. Nick, of course.

“Nick’s keys,” she said with a smirk.

“Oh,” he said, nodding his head, appreciating that he hadn’t sent her over the night before. That would have been bad fucking news.

“Is it… are you okay with me being here?” She asked, knitting her eyebrows together in a worried look.

“Yeah. Of course I am. Of course,” he told her. He genuinely was. He missed her more than she knew.

“Okay. Because for a second there I was a little bit worried,” she laughed uncomfortably.

“No, no. I love that you’re here. I’m just… I’m just tired,” he said, leaving a reassuring kiss on her lips.

“Well, I’ll let you wake up. I was just cleaning up for you a little bit,” she said, pulling herself off the bed, walking back toward the kitchen.

Oh, god. He really felt like a fucking bum. He literally hadn’t cleaned up since his maid went back to El Salvador to visit her family.

“Aud, no. I don’t want you to clean up after me,” he told her, getting up out of the bed quickly.

His head spun slightly, but he didn’t falter. He didn’t need Audrey asking questions. But if he had, she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Her eyes dropped down, taking in his naked body.

“I can’t say I haven’t missed that view,” she said, smirking playfully at him.

As much as he would love to grab her and fuck her in his bed right that moment, he really needed to take a piss. Joe smirked at her as he walked toward the back hallway where his closet and bathroom were.

“Don’t clean anything! I’ll be right out,” he called to her quickly as he made his way to the bathroom.

Joe was in and out in a flash, dipping into his closet to pull on some pajama pants, before he walked back out to the kitchen. He was thirsty as hell, so he immediately pulled open the fridge.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Joe called to her as she stood in his now brightened living room. Audrey looked up at him with a look of pure shock on her face, which was confusing.

“Aud, what?” Joe chuckled lightly as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started guzzling it.

“This,” she said as he turned toward her still drinking the water.

As soon as he register what she was holding in her hand, he slowly pulled the bottle from his lips as his eyes widened with the same shocked expression she was wearing.


“Joe, what is this?” She choked out.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Joe told her honestly. He never wanted her to see that.

“I wasn’t supposed to see that? That’s all you’re going to say?” She choked out and Joe could hear the emotions splitting her voice.

“Audrey,” he sighed, setting the water bottle on the counter before he slid his fingers through the mess of hair on the top of his head.

“Joe!” She yelped.

“Just… just calm down,” he told her.

“Joe, this is… this is cocaine,” she choked out.

“I know,” he sighed heavily.

“Cocaine, Joe? Really?” She asked angrily.

“Audrey, just calm down,” he said again.

“Oh my god,” she said, throwing it back onto the table as if it suddenly started burning her hand or something.

“Please, just… god,” Joe growled, feeling angry that she found it.

He should have hidden it better. Why the hell did he leave it out in the first place? But it wasn’t like he was expecting his girlfriend – who lives in New York – to just drop by unannounced. Suddenly he felt nothing but anger toward his brother. Nick should have given him a heads up. He wouldn’t be in this mess if Nick would have just told him.

“How long… how long have you been…” Audrey’s distraught voice trailed off.

“Audrey, seriously. God. I’ve… I’ve only tried it a few times. I… I don’t even know why I have it, okay. It’s stupid,” Joe told her as he moved around the center island counter to walk toward her.

“Why?” She choked out.

“I don’t know. I just… I wanted to try it,” he told her.

That was my reason in the first place. He only wanted to try it. But it was just so good. It was really fucking good. It made him feel alive again – more alive than he ever really felt. It sort of reminded him of all the energy he used to have back in his teen years, but it was just so much better than that. He couldn’t even describe it.

“So… so are you… I mean, are you… addicted?” She stammered, her wide, tearful eyes focused on him.

“No,” Joe scoffed, letting out a short laugh.

“Then… then why do you have it?” She asked, looking down at the small baggy.

“I told you, I don’t know. I just do,” he said with a shrug.

“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I flushed it?” She asked, snatching it up again.

“Go ahead,” Joe told her as he felt the itch for it, knowing his fix was about to be disintegrated in a watery abyss.

“Good,” she said, sounding pleased as she marched toward his bathroom.

“Fuck,” Joe said under his breath as she turned the corner down her back hallway.

He was certain he could hold off while Audrey was in town. He didn’t want to, but he knew he could. If he really had the itch for it by the time she headed back home, he could just call up Wilmer and he would get him some more – just to calm his nerves. It wasn’t like he needed it or anything.

When Audrey came back out, moments later, Joe made sure to have a smile on his face.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over,” Joe told her.

“Me too,” she said, letting out a deep breath, looking pleased with herself.

“Thank you,” Joe told her, ignoring the unrelenting itch in his blood for the magic powder.

“You’re welcome,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

“What would I do without you?” Joe smiled, connecting their lips.

“You’d be a mess… obviously,” she chuckled, looking around his shithole of an apartment.

“Obviously,” he chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

First thing was first though. Joe was about to take this girl to bed with him. The cleaning could wait until that itch was properly scratched.

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