The Whistling Kettle - Comments

Wow. I had tears in my eyes after reading this.
This was definitely one of the best one shots I've read in a long time.

I reread this today. And cried like a little girl. So good. <3

I loved it girl! Sooooo good. I will admit I did cry a little but it was amazing. :)

:( bailey u are right.. this one made me cry harder :( you are so AWESOME ur writing is beyond great (: ur soo good! you shud write more of these one shots. you are amazinggg at it!. this reminded me of the notebook which made me sadder x) but you did a great job! i love it. it seemed so perfect n realistic that i could picture it alll in my head (:

This seriously brought tears to my eyes.
The way you wrote it was amazing.
I didn't feel like I was reading just a one-shot.
I felt like I had already read a whole book that had the same storyline.
Your writing is absolutely phenomenal, really.
I loved this.
Keep up the amazing work.

wow, i really like this. i'm not a fan of the jonas brothers or joe, but i thought this was really amazing. the detail was really good, and it was clear and easy to read. I also love the layout. great job! :)

I barely ever read stories on here. I find none of them to be of interest. However, then you came across my attention and there was just something about the title of this short story that pulled me in. I don't know if it was because the title was so different or that it was about Joe Jonas, or perhaps it was your fantastic writing that made me want to read more. No, in this case it was all three of those. But here's another thing, Bailey, when I do read stories I never cry. Your story brought tears to my eyes like I was my own personal waterfall. I literally have a stack of tissues crumbled in the trash bin right now. Every part of this story was perfect, if there was a better word than perfect then that would be it. I have never read something so pure and innocent and something that showed us a part of Joe that some may not know. It doesn't even matter that it is a Jonas related story, everyone should read this because they are missing out on a lot. By far the best thing I have ever read. Nicholas Sparks will have to step aside for this one, Bailey. Truly magnificent.

This was an AMAZING && touching story!
You captured the Joe we all know && love :D
- Katherine

Miss Bailey!
How on earth did you write such a despairingly beautiful one-shot that could make me cry?
The thought of someone losing their memory of their most cherished and beloved is just so... tangible. I understand all the time that these types of things are out there but I don't really think about it much when I'm not face to face with someone who has this. And for this one-shot to be about someone who is connected to this wonderful home of ours makes it all the more real.. even if it isn't actually happening.
But anyway, you're words and descriptions were so filled and thought out with such a love that it was incredible in my eyes. People always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that is what I think of this. I hope you think so as well for you should! ^_^
It's wonderful my dear, and so much so to say that this is your best yet!

UHM. BAILEY.
I barely, ever, ever truly cry when I read stories. I swear it's happened like twice..but this I'm just kinda melting into a puddle of tears. This was incredibly beautiful. Fantastic job.

This story touched my heart more than any other story has before. I usually don't cry when reading but you brought tears to my eyes about half way through the story. I loved reading every second of it.

Excellent job :)

Oh my gosh, that was just so heartbreaking. Everything about this was so amazing. From the detail, to the way you can just see the love in these words, to the fact that it was written for me. Gah, I love you. It's like you know me so well. You have my appearance and sarcastic sense of humor just right, my great grandma -more of a grandmother to me than my actual grandmother- died when I was fourteen, and she used to believe in coffee as the healing power for everything, ha. It brought back nice memories.

You captured the Joe that I see every day in this. His love and admiration for the smallest of things, and how I can just see him getting choked up when he finally finds the one. I don't know how you did it, but it's like you read into my mind. You are my best friend, and you know me better than I know myself, so I guess I can see why. I think I'm addicted to the part where they made love. It's how I've always pictured my first time with the man of my forever; just so meaningful, yet no so meaningful that I'm crying in his arms. Meaningful in the way that you just want to keep touching them, and you just can't stop looking at them, because you're afraid it'll all just go away. Oh, and I also have an obsession with necks. Male necks are just... gah, addicting. Especially Joe's.

Ew... babies. Ha, and at this current moment, me, my mom, and my sisters are babysitting my niece. Ironic enough for ya. I love her, but blah! I think I could handle my own kid, though. Especially a baby with Joe? Hell to the Yeah. He'll make beautiful babies and be an amazing father. Ah, that's such a beautiful name! The part about the tea party and the tiara is enough to make me giggle.

The ending... breaks my heart. To know that you could just forget the one person who's made your life better? I don't know how I could handle that. Heck, I don't know how I could ever forget you. Then again, I can't imagine my life without you in it now. You're my best friend, and it's gonna stay that way. Through your college days and my touring, and weddings, kids, all of it. At least, I hope so. I made those plans before with a different best friend, and I just don't hope it turns into that. It won't, though, 'cause we are much strong.

It's beautiful to see that he still went back, and that the nurses there felt so bad for him, but it didn't faze him. He took their tea, and he saw his Hailey, even if she wasn't the same girl he knew so long ago. That's dedication, and I hope to have that one day. In all, this was perfection, and I have no other words to describe it. Your writing has just gotten so much better and I couldn't be more proud of you.

My favorite part:

“Hi.” Joe said.

“Hi.” She repeated laughing at his awkwardness. “Can I get you something?”

Joe approached the counter to face her more clearly, her hazel eyes still piercing him, and still waiting expectantly.

“Honestly.” He began. “I can’t make up my mind.”

“Well what are you in the mood for?”

Joe shrugged. “Something warm.”

“Wow. Because that really narrows it down.”

“You know what?” Joe said suddenly. “Make me whatever your favorite is.”

She smiled again, raising her eyebrows at him. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Joe thought he was being smooth, flirting even when he ordered her favorite drink… until three minutes later when the scalding cup of breakfast tea rested in his hands. She watched him expectantly as he sipped the hot liquid, choking it back as quickly as he could, not wanting to taste it for any longer than necessary.

“Well?” She asked.

Joe smiled through it at her, the grin he had once lost finally making its appearance.

“It’s perfect.”