I'm A One Man Show. I Don't Need No One.

I hung up the phone, and yawned. Joe looked around us, and smirked. He pushed me against a wall, then pressed his body against mine.

"Joe, we're in public." I giggled. He kissed my neck roughly, then my lips.

"Mr. Jonas, we hardly know each other." I repeated. He panted heavily, kissing my cheek lightly.

"We could change that." He smirked again. I laughed, and hugged him to me. He set his hands on my hips, and started kissing me again.

"Joe, come on. People are around, and they're starring at us." I whined. He pulled away, pouting.

"Dillon." He whined back. I laughed.

"Come on, let's go back to the hotel." I said, grabbing his hand, and pulling him with me. He stood behind me, and wrapped both arms around me. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and lightly kissed my neck again.

"Joe." I whined. He smirked, and led me out of the mall.

"Dillon! Joe! Are you both dating?"

"Joe! Why is your hair all messy?"

"Dillon! Why are there red marks on your neck."

We ignored them, and got into a taxi.