Disclaimer: I don't own the brothers. I only own the girl.
Summary: Because "Love just doesn't come and go".
A Beautiful Mess
(A challenge from my two friends to write this Jonas fic)
“I can be a pretty girl, I can be a pretty girl, I can be a pretty girl...” I chanted over and over again as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Licking my lips nervously, my hand reached for the Chanel lipstick sitting at the edge of my dresser. I popped it open and studied its appearance. ‘Chanel Red No. 5’ it read. Well, at least this is one expensive brand name I could pronounce...unlike the one that sells the bags and scarves with the French name and all.
I sighed and twisted the form of make-up in my hand. Then, I smoothly traced it over my lips. My hand was shaking as I did this even if I tried to keep it still with my other hand. When the lower lip was done, it was time to finish the job. I placed my hand at the side of the upper lip and started tracing. The sides of my mouth slowly pulled into a smile. I guess putting on make-up isn’t so bad after –
“HAI-LEY!” he yelled as he rudely barged into my room.
“Shitcakes,” I cursed under my breath and turned to him. “What is wrong with you?!” I roared, clutching the lipstick in my hand.
He backed up a little as his eyebrow rose while staring at my face. “What’s wrong with you?” he returned the question. “Why is your lipstick all the way up to your nose? And...you don’t wear lipstick or make-up on an ordinary day, Hailey.”
I turned to face the mirror and groaned when I saw the damage I had accidentally done to myself. Great, now I look like Bobo the clown...or Rudolf the red nose reindeer. Thanks a lot. I wiped it off with my wrist and said, “Yeah, well, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t startle me by rudely barging in my room, Joe.” I threw the lipstick on the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. “Christ, Joe. What’s your damage now?”
He plopped on my bed and started telling his story. “I can’t get this new girl...Christina. She’s being so difficult.”
I sat down beside my melancholic best friend. I was about to say something when he suddenly burst out saying, “I mean, hello, how can she not want me?” and then he grinned with that obnoxiously cute smile.
Yeah, how can that Christina girl not want Joe in the first place? Who doesn’t like Joe? Joe Jonas is the shit. He’s the hot singer of this band he has with his brothers. Let me tell you, their band is in demand in every college in New Jersey. He’s also pretty smart, especially in Math. He’s good-looking and the ultimate ladies man.
Too bad he’s such a flirt.
“Hold on, Joe. Christina...Christina Sanfort? The good little church girl?”
He nodded his head. “Yeah, you know, I realized she’s not that bad after all. She’s actually beautiful, smart, obedient and –”
“Fuckingly hot?” I just had to butt in. He threw me a peculiar look and I gave him a smirk. “Admit it, Joe. I saw you look at her during the beach party. She was wearing a string bikini and that’s when everyone found out she had been sporting a rockin’ bod for the longest time.”
He stood up and threw his hands in the air. “Alright, alright. She’s hot, I admit it!”
I shook my head. “Alright, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but she’s not going to fall for you.”
“Wow, some best friend you are.” He scowled.
“Shut up, Joe. I’m serious. I’m telling the truth.” I started to explain myself. “She’s not going to fall for you because she knows you’re such a flirt.”
My words seem to shock him. “Me? A flirt?”
I nodded my head.
“I am not!” he was so in denial.
“Yes you are, Joe! You are an insane flirt. You pick up girls with your cheesy pick-up lines, little winks and kissy faces. You never commit to one and when you do, she only lasts for a week.”
“Hey, a month!” he corrected.
“That’s the longest then. A month!”
“What’s so wrong with that? It didn’t work out. What am I supposed to do? Force myself into the relationship?” he asked me in a frustrated manner.
Oh, I hated this more than anything in the world. Joe and I have been best friends since we were playing with Hot Wheels at 11 years old. We never argued over anything. We shared toys, which wasn’t a problem as well because I grew up playing with toy cars and Superman action figures. We promised to look out for each other, and we still are.
We started arguing four years ago when he had first had a girlfriend and their relationship lasted for a month. Yes, that’s the longest relationship I was talking about. Since then, he became a flirt just because he started being cute and popular while I continued to look out for him as much as I could. That’s all I can be. A look-out. I’m not ridiculously hot and spankingly gorgeous like his other girls. But...I’m the only one who knows him well enough to love every little thing about him.
Like the way he has his sandwich, mustard and mayo.
The way he amuses himself when he’s bored - blowing his bangs away from his face.
The way he laughs when he doesn’t really find the joke funny but laughs anyway just to be polite.
And the way he looks at someone when he wants to be told he’s right.
Which, I always combat because we should all know that we can’t be right all the time.
“No, Joe.” I answered. “But you shouldn’t give in to a girl right away as well. You should allow yourself to feel that you’re completely in love with her before opening up a relationship.”
“But I am in love.”
“Love doesn’t come and go right away.” I chastised. “And just how many times have you fallen in love in a month? Twice? Or maybe even four times?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.
He blinked twice. “Wow,” he was taken aback. “Didn’t know you had it in you and to think you’ve never had a boy friend since birth.”
My eyebrows furrowed at that last remark. “Don’t. Remind. Me.” I replied through gritted teeth.
He ruffled my hair. “Aw come on, Hailey. You know, the guy who’s going to be your first is gonna feel so lucky that he’ll be willing to give up anything for you.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because if he doesn’t...” he slammed his fist on my dresser. “I’ll kill him with my bare hands.”
I chuckled and watched his expression lighten up. “But seriously, Hailey. The first guy is going to be lucky.” He assured me as took a few steps forward and placed his hands on my cheek.
My heart began thumping and I prayed hard at the back of my mind that he couldn’t tell that I was dying on the inside. “You’re beautiful, with or without make-up.” He told me. Then, I felt his thumbs brush against my lips as he wiped off the traces of messed up lipstick.
“Are you kidding? I’m a mess!” I retorted.
He pulled away and smiled. “A beautiful mess.” he said and my heart melted. “You don’t need all this make-up.”
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He excused himself to answer it while I just sat there, listening to the thoughts in my head while I heard him talking to his mom in the background. One voice in my head forced me to tell him how I feel. The second hesitated.
“Hails, I gotta go. My mom couldn’t ask Nick and Kevin to get off their lazy butts and get some stuff from the grocery so I have to run the errand.” He said, slamming his flip phone.
I stood up and walked to the door. “I guess I’ll see you around the college grounds.” He told me.
“Dude, you can always drive to my street. We’re only a few streets away, you know.”
He gave me one of his genuinely grateful smiles. “It’s great to know I can always count on you.”
“Hey, I’m doing this to get a great birthday present in return.” I joked and he faked hurt. “Kidding, Joe.” I giggled as I punched his arm lightly.
“Maybe you can preach more about this, “Love doesn’t come and go” thing.” He suggested.
“Maybe I can.” I shrugged my shoulders and he headed out the door.
I slammed and leaned against it as I heard his footsteps descend the staircase. “Love doesn’t come and go...” I whispered to myself. And I stand by what I say. I should know, because I’ve always loved him. The moment I started to have feelings for him, it never went away. Even if I know it’s unrequited, I don’t care.
...Because I love him and I don’t think that’s ever going to change..