Let's Get Reckless.

“Are you mad at me or something?” Joe asked once we boarded the plane. This was one of the first times we were using his family’s jet but I preferred it. It was comfortable and roomy and the food was great.

And the ride was fun if you weren’t pissed the fuck off.

I tried, I really did try to not let it get to me but I couldn’t help it. Joe completely blew me off in that interview. And when I say completely I mean it.

Oh wow. No, I’m not dating Jamie Madden. I have a girlfriend and its not her. We only communicate because of working together. When you have to work with someone for this long you talk. Can’t deny that. But we definitely don’t have anything going on

C’mon! He might as well said ‘hell no she’s not good enough to be with me’. I still can’t believe it. A simple ‘no, we’re just friends’ was suitable. Way to be an asshole Joe. Seriously, I bow down and praise you because you have to be the biggest.

I acted like I didn’t hear him while I made it seem like I was engrossed in a text.

“Jamie?” He shook my shoulder so I had to look up, “I said are you mad at me?”

“No.” I said sharply, “I’m just peachy, kay?”

“My bad.” He apologized and played with the hem of the shirt. It took around five minutes for us to start down the runway. And I was still paranoid about the whole plain thing so my fingers gripped the armrest fiercely. Breathe, Jamie,I reminded myself.

I couldn’t help but get more relaxed when Joe pulled my hand into his. I managed to look up at him and see him looking at me with a comforting smile. I couldn’t be mad anymore. I relaxed into him, a silent form of an apology and forgiveness.

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“I got you something,” Joe said when it was night time. I lay sprawled on my bed, my balcony window open so the ocean breeze was pouring in. We just showered after swimming but weren’t exactly tired.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused, “For what?”

“Because we’re bestfriends.” He stated like it was obvious. It made me remember why I was mad at him earlier. So now we’re bestfriends? Make up your mind, Jonas.

“Mhm.” I said, trying not to let myself get all worked up. My computer screen had my utmost attention right now, and must I admit I was on OceanUp.

“C’mere.” He pulled me by my arm so I was sitting up on the bed, him right by my side. Rolling my eyes, I waited as he picked up a bag and took something out.

“Tada!” He handed me a rectangular box thing. Or that’s what it seemed like before I looked at it. An i-Pod.

“Oh my gosh. Why?” I asked him, with wide eyes.

“Well because what person doesn’t have one? I figured we could put music on it for you together.” His smile made him so easy to be happy with.

“Thank you!” I attacked him with a hug, making him fall back and me being on top of him. If I wanted to lie, I’d say it was uncomfortable.

“So how does it work” I sat up so I was straddling his waist instead, completely ignoring him and trying to get the little device out of the box.

“You-you um, you have to.” He stammered, making me look up at him strange.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath and seemed to compose himself. Taking it from my hands he managed to get the thing out and throw the box somewhere around the room. “Up,” He patted my thigh and I obliged, lifting my leg and sitting to his side.

“iTunes is the way to go, Honey.” He told me, downloading the application onto my Mac.

“Cool.” I said, understanding.

“So we will be doing this for a long while, start naming them.” He told me and I did just that.

--

“Sleepy?” Joe asked me, laughing at my drooping eyes.

“Mmm.” I hummed, staring as Alex Gaskarth played ‘Jasey Rae’.

“Yeah. Youtube can do that.” He patted my back and I let my head drop to his shoulder.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.” He picked me up and layed me correctly, my head against the pillows and pulled the blankets up to me.

“Wait,” I stopped him before he left, my voice filled with sleep, “ Lay down with me.”

“Jamie, I don’t know” He said warily.

“Please,” I pleaded, opening my eyes to look at him in the darkness of the night. It took him a minute to answer me. My request. It was almost like I needed him to stay. I knew I wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t. Why?

Because I like Joe Jonas.

Admitting it! I don’t care! Jamie Madden likes Joe Jonas! And…he doesn’t know that. Well what should I expect? He’s taken and I’m a lost cause. My fault. But does it matter now? I can just enjoy Joe as I have him. We’re bestfriends right? That’s the next best thing.

“Okay, Jamie,” He whispered, climbing in beside me. I eased myself closer to him, my head in the nook of his neck. Complete comfortability. My arm rested on his side and I was content after my leg swept over his. He tensed for only a moment before sighing.

“All this to sleep?”

“Yeah.” I spoke softly.

“And why is that?”

“Because your Joe Jonas.” I joked and he laughed, running his hands through my hair.

“Nice to know.”

“And because you make me comfortable.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” I admitted in my tired state, “I can be who I want around you. Its just too easy to love you.”

He was quiet before kissing my forehead and then the corner of my mouth. “Love you too, Jamie.”

Sleep was intent on taking me so I didn’t get to ponder if Joe’s words had a deeper meaning. Like he really did love me like I wished he could.