“I’m beginning to get worried” Joe looked at me as I searched through my closet.

“Why should you?” Joe sat on the bed and was munching down on a chocolate bar, he looked at me with an evil grin.

“Because I have a heart” I reply spitefully.

“Look, she’s not your concern anymore. Olivia is.” Joe said flatly. “Which if you ask me is a good choice, Olivia is a total babe…not that Miley isn’t a formidable opponent, have you seen her Santa twerking video?”

I threw a shoe at him, of course I saw it. While Olivia and I went to Mammoth Lake this Christmas and New Year we saw the…‘performance’, don’t ask how. “It’s been three months and not one word from her.” Joe leaves the candy wrapper on the side desk, stands up and walks over to me

“Let it go, man!” Joe shakes me violently. “You. Have. Olivia!”

“So I can’t look out for my friend? Is that what you’re saying?” I glare at him.

“Exactly!” Joe releases me and walks over to my window, his arms raised. “Having a girl means ignoring every other girl in your life, its basic guy math.”

“Oh really, anything else you might want to add?” I ask snarkily.

“Yea, another lesson in guy math, and also taught in girl math; You + girlfriend + ex = catastrophe.”

“And when, or where, did you learn this unique course?” I raise a brow at him. “If I may ask”

“Not when or where, but whom…” He turns to face me.

I stare at him impassively. His face splits into a grin that would make an army of girls swoon, he always thought he was so hot. “Ashley Greene” I say calmly.

His eyes grew wide which made me smirk, now who’s smiling?

“How did you…?”

“I’m assuming she thought you a lot” I couldn’t stop smiling. It’s not every day you see the great Joe Jonas dumbfounded. “Seeing as you lost your virginity to her at twenty”

He strides cross the room in seconds and looks down at me dead in the eye. His only a few inches taller than me, so why do I feel so small? I glare back up and remain silent.

His eye’s blaze with anger, but he steps back and takes a deep breathe, “Touché” he turns back to the window. “But what, may I ask, are you so worried about?”

“I don’t know, man” I close the closet door, and throw myself onto the bed. “It’s been three months and not a single word from Miley, not even a text!”

“I can understand the torture if you were single,-”

“But I’m not, I know. We’ve established that, can we move on?” I groan.

“Okay, but try and see it from her perspective” he turns back to me and walks over to the bed. “You just broke up with your fiancée who cheated on you-”

“Not only once but rumored twice” I chip in.

“-then one of your ex hops along-”

“I don’t hop”

“-into your life again-”

“I was never out of it!”

“-and begins to stir up long dead shit that you quite frankly didn’t need in your life at that moment” he sits on the bed, yanks the pillow from under my head and smashes it down on me. “You butthead she must be a total wreck!”

“Even if she was,” I push the pillow out of the way. “she’s not now”

“How are you so sure? Did you see her with your own two eyes?” he laughs down at me. I remain quiet. “Dude? You have seen her right?”

Still quiet. Then after a while I say “On YouTube maybe…”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he jumps up outraged, why is he angry? “You mean to tell me all this time you’ve been hiding from her?”

“I wasn’t hiding!” I reply defensively. “I was waiting for the right moment.”

“You fucker, it’s been 3 months!” he says.

“I know!” I reply sharply.

“So you haven’t called or text?” he says. “Not even a tweet? ....despite the fact that Twitter’s lame now”

“No, no, no! I haven’t done any of that!” I put my head in my hands, I felt like garbage. “I’ve been waiting for her to be the first…”

“Well newsflash, she’s never gonna be the first”

“Your right, I’ve been acting like a dick.” I stand up from the bed and head into the living room to get my phone which was charging.

“What the heck are you doing?” Joe hurriedly follows me.

“I’m gonna call her” I say simply. I look at the screen and quickly scroll through my list and hit MILEY .R. CYRUS. I lift the phone to my ear and Joe lunches himself across the room, snatching the phone from me and hits the big red ‘end call’ button.

I look at him, startled. “What the heck man?”

“Are you crazy!?” he looks at me as if I’d grown two heads. “You can’t just call her now, she’ll never pick”

“Says you” I reach for my phone but he swings it out of my reach.

“I won’t let you man, you gotta do this smart!” he lifts up his hand to my chest and tries to reason with me.

“How?” I lift and dropped my hands, exasperated.

“I’ll go over to Miley place and check how’s she’s doing, then I’ll give you the heads up whether it’s okay to call or not” he looks at me as if expecting my head to blow.

I pause for a beat. “No.” I simply say and reach for my phone again.

“I’m doing this for you, not for me.” he says with a sly smile. “Not that I won’t enjoy it”

“Hell no.” I launch forward and grab the phone from his grasp.

“I will fight you for that phone” Joe says dangerously, “You’re my little brother and I will not let you make a fool of yourself, and time is running out for that!”

“Why in the name of GOD will I left you anywhere near Miley?” I retort

“Because she’s my friend too remember?” Joe says.

He has me on that one, I paused and looked at him, actually contemplating the thought, “Nah. Still no.”

“All right, you asked for it” he rolled up the sleeves of his checkered shirt even higher and pounces on me.

After half an hour of fighting, tugging and rolling on the ground, breaking afew lamps in the process, we ended up in the kitchen floor. Panting and out of breath, one can only imagine what we looked like.

“My God that was gay” Joe jumps up and lifts my hand, I was clutching onto it for dear life. But instead of taking the phone he turns the screen so he can see and taps on the screen.

“There, that should hold you for the next 24 hours, just enough time for me” he pants out.

“You doofus, what did you do?!” I look at my phone. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary.

“I deleted her number”

“YOU DID WHAT!?” I barely refrain from strangle him, so instead I take advantage of my position and punch him in the groin.

“Ooooooooooooooooooh!!!” he puts his hands over his jeans and grabs the zipper part, slowly sinking to the floor. “AAhk!”

I smile victoriously, that felt good. “Gimme your phone.” I order.

“The fuck why?” he looks up with one eye in pain.

“I know you have Miley’s number so give it.” I throw my hand out.

“You so much as touch my phone and you lose that hand.” he spits out.

I recoil it slowly, “Fine I’ll get it from someone else.”

“Think for a minute!” Joe shouts, “Any guy you ask for her number will become suspicious and any girl you give will tell her what’s up.” He pauses for a bit. “Which is a good excuse for you, losing her number and trying to find it again. But there’s a 75% chance the girls won’t give you cause Miley would have told them what you did.”

I pale. Shit, that’s true!

“So now what?” I sit cross leg on the kitchen floor.

“Now...?” Joe slowly stands up. “Now it’s time for that favor you owe me.”

“You didn’t keep it! The deal was for you not to tell anyone that I was meeting Miley.” I say.

“Nope!” Joe says enthusiastically. “The deal was for me not to tell Kevin and Dani…anyone else was fair game.”

His got me there, I sigh. “What is it you want me to do.”

“It’s not necessarily what you do but what I do…” he grins wickedly.

“Which is?” then I knew, “Ow no…”

“Oh yes, little brother.” He squats down infront of me looks me dead in the eye. “Not that I wouldn’t do it anyway, but that would be breaking not only the bro code but the brother code as well.”

“Aren’t they both the same code?” I ask.

“Whatever” I knew what was coming next. “Let me be the one to go check up on Miley”

I hesitate, I so didn’t want this to happen but what other choice did I have? Despite Joe being…Joe, he and Miley were once tight and he could actually help me.

“When?” I reply flatly.

“Tomorrow” Joe said.

“Fine.”

We stand up and head back to the living room, it was a mess. Joe whistles, “Olive’s ain’t gonna be happy when she sees this.” He snaps his head to look at me. “Where is she anyway?”

“She’s at her parents for the weekend” I said. I bend down and begin picking broken pieces.

“So that’s why you’re obsessing over Miley…” Joe just jumps on the couch and looks for the remote.

“Shut up” I punch his shoulder. “Just make sure you tell me everything that happens at Miley’s” While I start looking for who will give me her number…

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And there you have it! 7th chapter!

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