Just Jenny!

The next few months were a bit whirlwind, the Jonas’ and I kept in touch, I usually received at least one text message a day, insuring my Daily Dose of Jonas, and after the initial paparazzi interest died down, life really did get back to normal for the most part. Sure there are still a few people hounding me for Jonas info, but as I’m not famous, and between my media connections and his publicists, the scandal card died down pretty quick.

“Kid! Get your butt in here!” Ah, how can one live without the sound of Chief barking in the morning. Did you note the sarcasm? Good.

“What’s up Chief?” I asked walking into his office.

“Are you working?” He glared.

“Um, trick question?” I asked seeing as I was now standing at his door and not at my desk writing like a I’d been doing ten seconds ago. Okay, not in a chipper mood. “Yeah, I’m just reviewing my final draft of ‘Just Jenny’, I’ll have it in within fifteen minutes, tops.” I stated crossing my arms.

“Good, you know this is an importantissue for you.” He reminded…for the billionthtime!

“I knowChief, and it’ll be fine, if the rest of the country doesn’t like it, it’s not a big deal, they’ve already accepted me as an artist right? I mean who says I need bothmy column and my comic strip published nationally?” I asked with a smirk. Okay so I am nervous and excited about people actually getting to read about the real me around the country, I mean the comic strip has been doing really well this last month that it’s been running nation wide, heck my fan mail is impossible, but I’m good here. Chief on the other hand is freaking out since the initial idea was his, I guess if it goes well it makes his paper look good to the parent company, but still.

He simply chuckled, and nodded, “You’re right Kid, how’d you get such a good head on your shoulders?” he asked.

“Why, Chief taught me everything I know!” I exclaimed dramatically, in southern accent.

“That’s right, and that’s what you’ll tell every one once you make a name for yourself.” He smirked, “now, back to work Moreno! I don’t want to tell you twice!” he laughed.

By the time the week ended I was wiped! A stressed boss is a stressed staff, just so you know. So Friday I went straight home, got in prime movie watching garb, and called Frankie, okay so I called Kevin’s phone, but I meantto speak to Frankie.

“Hello?” came Kevin’s voice after the second ring.

“Hey, surprised you answered.” I laughed.

“Well, it ismy phone.” He reminded.

“I know, it’s just that whenever you’re busy Frankie answers, is all.” I said attempting to save my butt.

“So you wanted to talk to my kid brother?” he asked indignantly, and I failed.

“No…well yes, but…um…” sigh, “I’m glad you answered?” I finished trying desperately to get my foot out of my mouth.

“It’s okay, I get it, we’ve been busy.” He laughed.

“So how’s everything been?” I asked having not seen them since my birthday almost four months ago.

“Pretty good. Actually I’ve been meaning to call you.” He said apologetically. “But you know with the tour and stuff…”

“It’s fine, Kev. I know you guys are busy, and with this whole “Jenny” thing going nation wide, I haven’t been much better at keeping in touch.” I tried reassuring him.

“Wait you’re going national? That’s excellent!” he exclaimed, obviously sidetracked.

“Yeah, well the comic is already out there, but this coming issue is the first time the column will be available outside of the city, and well the web page.” I explained.

“Wow, that’s so cool!” he thinks thisis cool? Need I remind him that he gets to tour the country playing a real bad assguitar, and doing flippy things?

“Yeah, so you said you were going to call me though? Any particular reason?” I asked.

“Oh yeah! Well I…sorry guys…wewere wondering what you were doing this Forth of July.” He said over his brother’s yelling their greetings.

“Tell the guys I said hi, and um, nothing really, I have that Friday off, though.” I shrugged, and then realized he couldn’t see me, nice.

“Great, do you still have those skinny pants?” he asked, and yes, I know what you’re thinking, but I canhear his smirk! It’s a very distinctsounding smirk. And then I heard a commotion on the other end. “Joeshe called me…fineshe called Frankie, on myphone...would you let go?” struggle, struggle, sigh, “Fine, Joe says you can’t wear the sameskinny pants, you have to wear red, white or blue skinny pants, because it’s the Fourth of July dress code.”

“And what exactlyam I getting all decked out for?” I asked, even though I have a pretty good idea.

“Oh, dope! Well, we have a Madison Square Garden concert on the fourth, and we were wondering if you wanted to come? Maybe meet Brittany?” he added sheepishly. Well I guess I’ll at least have a frame of reference then.

“Sure, I’d love meet her, and I couldn’t pass up a chance to see you guys again!” I said making sure to put his girlfriend first, I mean poor guy already feels like nobody likes her.

“Awesome!” he said into the phone before adding an “I don’t think so Nick…” that was obviously not directed at me.

“What’s up?” what I’m curious!

“Oh, nothing Nick wanted to do a movie night after the show, but well with Brittanythere I…”

“Why not? I mean, you could bring her along, if that’s the concern. We could do a Christmas in July thing!” I LOVEChristmas, I’m not sure it’s exactly natural, but oh well.

“Are you sure? I mean I wouldn’t want to put you out, and you don’t even know her, I’m not…” what’s with the protests?

“Kevin, you guys don’t haveto come, but it’s not a problem for me. I have the room if you want to crash here, she can even take my bed because I’ll probably fall asleep during a movie, and it’s not a big deal. But if not, then I’m still keeping Nickyand doing the whole thing without you.” I smirked, who am I to deprive someone of movie night?

“You’d leave me outof Christmas in July!?!” He asked shocked.

“Hey, if you don’t show, it’s not myfault! And unless you’re planning on coming back during the month of July then there’s nothingI can do about it until December.” I sighed as if I were talking to a little kid.

“We’ll be there, anything in particular you need us to bring?” he asked.

“Um, not really, anything Christmassywould do. I have a tonof Christmas movies, and I know what junk food you like, so y’all just remember the dress code.” I smiled.

“Excellent, so next Saturday at about four? Then you could watch us practice and maybe grab a bite?” He requested before hanging up.