He grunts.

He pushes himself off the bed and tips over the side. He could barely remember his name, state, or location. All he knew was that he was on cloud 9 last night and he planned to reach 10 in afew more seconds.

He looks to the tall thin girl lying on the bed. He sat down and stared at her naked back and chaotic hair flailing around everywhere. She was lying on her stomach and snoring the world to kingdom come. Like seriously, if she didn’t stop he might have to stuff a pillow down her throat. She was close to snoring her heart out.

He rose from the bed and dragged his legs laboriously till he reached her bathroom. He couldn’t have brought her to his place and done all their nonsense there. No, his parents could’ve come home. Her place was way better, she was foreign so her family couldn’t just pop in unannounced (unlike some of us) and his family and friends didn’t know where she lived.

Everything was perfect.

He closes the bathroom door and fumbles around the wall looking for the light switch. He makes a frustrated sound, why can’t there be a remote for a light switch? It’d make things easier.

But what f you lose the remote? Then you won’t be able to turn on the lights.

He hit the switch and literally hissed at the bright glare of the light. He rubbed his arm over his eyes and blinked several times before he could see his reflection in the mirror. He did not like what he saw.

He was supposed to be a lady killer.

Ladies man.

Sexy, hot, stylish and on point.

The object being reflected back at him was probably what would be stuck at the bottom of a Drug Lord’s shoe.

Without further ado he stepped into her shower, drew back the curtain and put the pumps to full blast. The scolding hot water that assaulted him made him jump out of the shower. It was then he even realized that he was still wearing his clothes, he laughed at his stupidity and threw down his wet clothes on the cold tiled floor. He adjusted the water settings and stepped back in.

He used her shampoo and scrubbed his body clean. Rinsed off any remaining suds and stepped out 20mins later feeling as fresh as a daisy.

Wonder when and how that term came about.

“Oooouuuuhhhrooooogg” the girl in the bed moaned audibly.

 The moan called to a deep animalistic hunger within him. He dabbed himself dry with a towel while looking at the mirror.

He ruffled his head to make his hair messy. Looking more closely he saw the shadow of a mustache forming on his lips.

Hmmm…maybe I’ll keep it, he mused to himself.

Joe Jonas was a handsome man.

Nothing was going to change that.

He felt a nagging ringing in the side of his head. The pain was so sharp that he choked back a pained cry. What’s going on with me?....what happened?

Flashes of images appear, dancing behind his eye lids as he shuts them close against the pain. The most he could recall was screaming girls, sadness, guilt…then everything was a blur. He figured that Blanda took him back to her place and gave him something so strong he nearly forgot everything. But why would she do that? Did he ask her to?

Guilt.

That was something the drugs couldn’t make him forget. But what was he guilty of? Why is he feeling like this? Who did he wrong?

Joe quietly grunts as he held his head again. He loved Blanda, not for any quality she possessed but for the world she introduced him to. She showed him that the world was a very colorful place, you just needed to get stoned, high, and drunk to see it.

He knew it was bad, coming from a Christian home, but being a middle child was never easy. Made more so by you’re annoying cuter younger brother.

Brothers!

That’s right, they had Frankie.

“Jooooooooooe” Blanda’s sexy morning voice broke through his thoughts.

Wait, was it morning? I seriously do not know.

Joe gingerly walked out of the bathroom, still holding his head.

“Yes baby?” he says tentatively.

“Come back to bed,” she orders, her face still in the pillow.

“In a minute” Joe grits out.

Picking up and sensing the tone in his voice Blanda’s head shots up from the pillow, her tumbling pile of hair blocked out her view but she blew it away. She takes one look at Joe and squint her eyes at him.

“What’s wrong?” she demands.

“I…I got a headache” Joe manages to say out.

“Why?” she snaps, as if him saying it was annoying.

“Why?!” Joe looks at her, “Why the fuck else?”

She huffs at him and narrows her vision even more at him.

“Are you remembering something?” she then asks out of the blue.

“Kinda…”

“Like?” She suddenly prompts, sitting up on the bed.

“I can’t recall…” Joe then looks up at Blanda, “Baby, did…did something happen?”

She swoops out of bed, only wearing her underwear.

“No, nothing babe”

Joe hadn’t bothered to tie a towel, not that he didn’t want to but because he hadn’t remembered to.

“You sure?” he brings out his hands and holds onto her arms.

“Positive,” she flashed perfect sets of pearly white teeth at him.

“Nothing new going on?”

“Nothing at all, Hollywood is boring, remember?”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right” Joe held onto his head again and something felt like it wanted to pound its way out of his head from the inside.

“I have something for you” Blanda sang.

Joe beamed at her, then let go of her arms. He loved hearing her say that, it always meant something good. And by good, he meant something bad.

She walks away from him and towards a chest drawer. She pulls out the top compartment and reaches into the dark depth. She pulls out something small and fists it in her palm. She walks back to Joe with her hands behind her back.

“Guess” she says to him playfully.

“Uhm…” Joe pointed to her right hand.

Blanda shakes her head, “Wrong” she brings it up and shows him her empty palm.

He points at the left.

She shakes her head again, brings it up.

Then Joe gives her a funny look, “Then which!?”

Blanda sneaks up close to him and whispers in his ear. Joe’s eyes snap open and grow rounder.

“It’s where now?” Joe laughed out.

“Don’t worry” Blanda says to him seductively. “It’ll make you forget everything”

For a second Joe thought what Blanda said had an in-depth double meaning. He shook off the feeling. Blanda was harmless, a little scary, bossy, and twofaced, but overall harmless.

“I can’t wait to try it” Joe says, dragging her back into his arms, smiling down at her, completely forgetting his nagging headache.

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Author Note

Hey y’all

Hope you guys are digging this weekend. I would like to make some dedication…or more like shoutouts….2 actually.

First one goes to: @Weddin_bells611

She power read through this book and it was amazing to watch, had a smile on the whole time.

Next: @Mamita96 (also someone that finished everything at once!)

After: @NileyJoshifer (just…someone I noticed)

Those are all I can remember right now, make sure to comment and you’ll definitely be next!

Till then,

Cheerios!

(Shortest author note I’ve ever done…ever!)

~It’s Ya Gal Vicky<3