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Household Fancies,
0 reviewsEmma had finally arrived at her location, but who are the students?
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Ahaaar, Part two, :)
Emma was nudged awake once again, and was trying to recall when she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she was faced by a large house, the number '231' on a large, silver plaque to the left of the front door. She recognised that number from somewhere, but just couldn't think where.
"We're here, darling, wake up,"
The soft hand she had felt so many times stroked along her cheek,
"Emma?"
A soft moan followed her mothers question, and the woman smiled, blessed by the sight of her daughters beautiful face so early in the morning. Well, maybe not that early. 10:30am to be exact.
The rain from the highway was still pouring down outside as Emma stepped out of the car, but the umbrella her mother forced over her head protected her.
"Thanks,"
She said, slipping her pale delicate hand around it and holding it high above her. The soft breeze that carried the cold droplets brushed against her skin. Her eyes scanned the house, and in retrospect, she did recall the house to have been on a TV show of some sort.
But the next action would confirm her beliefs.
Two tall young men, followed by a young boy, all ran toward her trying to fit under the umbrella, but all Emma could do was stand there in shock really.
"Hi, by the way, I'm Joe,"
"Uh, I'm Nick,"
Something was tugging on her leg and she glaced down to see a little boy grinning up at her,
"I'm Frankie!"
Emma smiled, and felt her face flush with red when it finally sunk in, it was the Jonas Brothers (minus Kevin, of course). I mean, she knew that before, but having Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas and Frankie Jonas all clinging at you in some way or another, you kind of forget some things.
"I- Emma?"
She suggested, handing the umbrella to Joe and smiling quickly,
"I- I should uh, help my mum,"
The box she grabbed was a little heavy, and she groaned as it weighed her down. But all the two older boys could do was laugh at her,
"Here, let me help,"
Joe quickly took it off her while Frankie was jumping in every puddle he could find, and Nick was shying away under the umbrella.
"Th-Thanks,"
Nick strode forward, holding the umbrella over her again and smiling down onto her, those hazel eyes twinkling in a classic romantic way.
"Leave Joe to do all that stuff, your wet - you should come inside,"
His arm slid around her and Emma shuddered, feeling the whole wet clothes against wet clothes. It was all very beautiful really.
The hallway was large, clean and filled with pictures, the white walls covered with frames of every sort, the whole family feel buzzing throughout the whole space. Nick kicked off his shoes, and Emma did the same. His curly hair had been flattened down to a matted mess, but with a simple shake of the head, it was back to normal. She could see why they called him the 'quiet one' as he had not spoken for the whole 5 minutes that it had taken them to venture through the house to find the kitchen, where Kevin was sat writing, and their mother, Mrs. J, was making dinner.
"Oh! You must be Emma,"
Finally, someone broke the awkward silence. Kevin looked up from the paper and stood, holding his hand out to her,
"-Kevin,"
Mrs. J smiled one of those motherly smiles, and shook Emma's hand aswell.
"It's lovely to meet you, is your mother outside?"
"-Uh, yes, she's just getting our stuff from the car,"
Without any explanation, Mrs. J left the kitchen, and Emma presumed she had gone to help. By this time, Nick had taken a seat along side Kevin and was already cracking open a diet coke.
"So, Emma-"
Kevin said, pushing out a chair that was next to him in an offering for her to sit down. Emma took it, ofcourse.
"-it's awesome to meet you,"
Emma could tell he was the oldest of the boys, he had a mature feel about him, a sense of knowledge, something her mother would certainly like.
"Thankyou, Kevin,"
She giggled, and Nick looked up from his drink, as if wanting to catch a glimpse of that smile he had so quickly fallen in love with. It's a shame he was so quiet, or he'd defiantly be sat right next to her now, but no. He was at the end of the table, finishing off some biology homework. Any girl would die for the opportunity Emma was having right now,
Emma was nudged awake once again, and was trying to recall when she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she was faced by a large house, the number '231' on a large, silver plaque to the left of the front door. She recognised that number from somewhere, but just couldn't think where.
"We're here, darling, wake up,"
The soft hand she had felt so many times stroked along her cheek,
"Emma?"
A soft moan followed her mothers question, and the woman smiled, blessed by the sight of her daughters beautiful face so early in the morning. Well, maybe not that early. 10:30am to be exact.
The rain from the highway was still pouring down outside as Emma stepped out of the car, but the umbrella her mother forced over her head protected her.
"Thanks,"
She said, slipping her pale delicate hand around it and holding it high above her. The soft breeze that carried the cold droplets brushed against her skin. Her eyes scanned the house, and in retrospect, she did recall the house to have been on a TV show of some sort.
But the next action would confirm her beliefs.
Two tall young men, followed by a young boy, all ran toward her trying to fit under the umbrella, but all Emma could do was stand there in shock really.
"Hi, by the way, I'm Joe,"
"Uh, I'm Nick,"
Something was tugging on her leg and she glaced down to see a little boy grinning up at her,
"I'm Frankie!"
Emma smiled, and felt her face flush with red when it finally sunk in, it was the Jonas Brothers (minus Kevin, of course). I mean, she knew that before, but having Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas and Frankie Jonas all clinging at you in some way or another, you kind of forget some things.
"I- Emma?"
She suggested, handing the umbrella to Joe and smiling quickly,
"I- I should uh, help my mum,"
The box she grabbed was a little heavy, and she groaned as it weighed her down. But all the two older boys could do was laugh at her,
"Here, let me help,"
Joe quickly took it off her while Frankie was jumping in every puddle he could find, and Nick was shying away under the umbrella.
"Th-Thanks,"
Nick strode forward, holding the umbrella over her again and smiling down onto her, those hazel eyes twinkling in a classic romantic way.
"Leave Joe to do all that stuff, your wet - you should come inside,"
His arm slid around her and Emma shuddered, feeling the whole wet clothes against wet clothes. It was all very beautiful really.
The hallway was large, clean and filled with pictures, the white walls covered with frames of every sort, the whole family feel buzzing throughout the whole space. Nick kicked off his shoes, and Emma did the same. His curly hair had been flattened down to a matted mess, but with a simple shake of the head, it was back to normal. She could see why they called him the 'quiet one' as he had not spoken for the whole 5 minutes that it had taken them to venture through the house to find the kitchen, where Kevin was sat writing, and their mother, Mrs. J, was making dinner.
"Oh! You must be Emma,"
Finally, someone broke the awkward silence. Kevin looked up from the paper and stood, holding his hand out to her,
"-Kevin,"
Mrs. J smiled one of those motherly smiles, and shook Emma's hand aswell.
"It's lovely to meet you, is your mother outside?"
"-Uh, yes, she's just getting our stuff from the car,"
Without any explanation, Mrs. J left the kitchen, and Emma presumed she had gone to help. By this time, Nick had taken a seat along side Kevin and was already cracking open a diet coke.
"So, Emma-"
Kevin said, pushing out a chair that was next to him in an offering for her to sit down. Emma took it, ofcourse.
"-it's awesome to meet you,"
Emma could tell he was the oldest of the boys, he had a mature feel about him, a sense of knowledge, something her mother would certainly like.
"Thankyou, Kevin,"
She giggled, and Nick looked up from his drink, as if wanting to catch a glimpse of that smile he had so quickly fallen in love with. It's a shame he was so quiet, or he'd defiantly be sat right next to her now, but no. He was at the end of the table, finishing off some biology homework. Any girl would die for the opportunity Emma was having right now,
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