Hey guys!

I just posted chapter 1 of Love Like Winter, which is also posted on IMDB and IMDBJB. For those of you reading it on the IMDBJB boards, I haven't abandoned it, I've just been having some problems with my computer, which is preventing me from finishing chapter 5. Hopefully, my computer troubles will be sloved soon.

And we have started work on our next story, I Write Sins, Not Tragedies(a JB fic), and the first chapter of that should be up soon.

Other stories that are in the prewriting stages are Clumsy (a Jason Castro fic), You And Me (a David Archuleta fic), and an untitled Joe fic. We are also considering writing a fic for David Cook (he deserves some love too lol).

As you can see, this isn't just a blog of JB stories(although it mainly centers around them)

And for all you budding authors out there, if you would like to see your story posted in this blog, just email it to xLilLadyPimp28x@aol.com or kelly0280@mac.com

Anyway, enjoy Love Like Winter and Heart Shaped Box! An I'll be posting chapter 2 of Love Like Winter tonight.

Peace Love and Hair Grease

Sunita

Love Like Winter Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Josselyn stared absentmindedly out of the window of the plane as it began to descend from the air. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to clear the confusion in her mind. She turned and leaned back in her seat and turned up the volume in her Ipod. She closed her eyes as Christina Aguilera's voice filled her ears.

I never wanna dwell on my pain again
There's no use in reliving how I hurt back then
Remembering all of the hell I felt when I was running out of faith
Every step I vowed to take was towards a better day…

Josselyn's eyes shot open. This song was not helping her emotions…

Cos I'm about toSay goodbye to every single lie
& All the fears I've held too long inside
Everytime I felt I could try
All the negativity I had inside
For too long I've been struggling. I couldn't go on
But now I've found I'm feeling strong and moving on
I believe they can take anything from me
But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace
They can say all they wanna say about me
But I'm gonna carry on
I'm gonna keep on singing my song

Josselyn rolled her eyes and fiercely ripped the blue Skullcandy headphones out of her ears. She tucked her similarly colored Ipod and the headphones inside her maroon American Eagle hoodie. In no way did she want to be reminded of the conversation that took place five hours earlier. The last thing Nick said to her was still resounding in her mind, and with each time, the phrase seemed to stab her heart like ginzu knives:"Don't expect me to ever forgive you for this…"

"We will be landing shortly and the captain has turned the seatbelt sign on. Please secure all loose items and as always, thank you for flying with American Airlines and welcome to Philadelphia." The gloomy voice snapped Josselyn out of her stupor. She quickly fastened her seatbelt and pulled her bag onto her lap. Seconds later, the plane touched down to the surface of the runway. Josselyn never dreaded coming home as much as she did at that moment. She knew that the decision she would make in the next few weeks, be it positive or negative, would affect her for the rest of her life…

2 years earlier

"You're not going Joss," said Josselyn's mother in a stern voice. It was that time of year again, the time when that familiar conversation between Josselyn and her mother came up.

"But mooommmmmmmmmyy," She whined, "the auditions are in two weeks and you have to be interviewed before you can go to the auditions. Please Mom, this is one of the best dance schools in the country." After receiving no response from her mother, Josselyn hastily threw the handful of clothing she was holding into the shopping cart. They were shopping in the Old Navy in their local mall. Josselyn sulked as she and her mother made their way to the checkout line.

"Listen, this isn't some random dance academy we're talking about, this is the Alvin Ailey School, one of the most prestigious dance schools in New York," exclaimed Josselyn, crossing her arms and pouting. Her mother turned on her heels and gave her daughter a menacingly hard stare. Joss stared back, her gaze equally menacing. Josselyn was average height, with golden brown skin she had inherited from her mother, who was of African American descent, and long raven hair and caramel brown eyes she got from her father, who was of Native American descent."I though you wanted to go to Rutgers, you said you had your heart set on it. they've already accepted you and everything," her mother said in a quiet voice.

"I only said that because I thought you wanted me to go there," replied Josselyn, who was now fidgeting with the sleeve of her forest green cardigan. She crossed her arms again and stared at he mother once more. "This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I don't want it to pass me by. I wanna take advantage of this before its too late," she said quietly. Her mother softened her gaze, and, for the first time, she saw that her daughter was serious.

"I'll think about it Josselyn. You have a week until graduation, which will give me and your father enough time to talk about it." Josselyn's eyes lit up as she began to jump up and down like an overexcited three year old. She wrapped her arms around her mother and pulled her into a suffocating hug.A week had passed, and Josselyn's high school graduation came and went. She had still not heard an answer from her parents. Three nights later, Josselyn returned home from her friend Amanda's house to find her parents sitting at the dining room table, speaking in hushed voices. They stopped and looked in her direction as she entered the dining room. Josselyn's mother rose from the table."You have an interview with a representative from the Alvin Ailey School Friday afternoon. We'll leave early and maybe you can bring a friend since we'll be spending the weekend up there." Josselyn stood glued in her tracks. She spread her lips and gave her parents the hugest smile she could manage…

"Gosh, the traffic here is worst than it is in Jersey," said Josselyn from the passenger's seat of her mom's Jeep Liberty."I still say that Pennsylvanians are the worst drivers. Talk about reckless," exclaimed Josselyn's best friend Amanda, from the back seat."We're almost to the hotel girls," said Josselyn's mother. A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the Hyatt Regency Hotel. As soon as they were checked in, the headed out again. The school was only a block away from the hotel, so they walked. Josselyn's interview went on for an hour. Amanda and Josselyn's mother waited patiently until she came out of the small office on the second level of the building. She was grinning from ear to ear."How did it go?" her mother asked. Josselyn looked up, her eyes twinkling."They want me to audition," she said. Unable to contain their excitement, all three women jumped up and down, hugging each other, attracting some strange looks from terrified onlookers."Hey, you know what? We should go to Starbucks to celebrate," said Amanda."Great idea," replied Josselyn. The three of them headed back outside into the scorching New York heat and walked the four blocks to Starbucks.

"So there's a round of dancing for each day?""Yeah. They'll send a handful of people home after each round.""So hopefully we'll be here for an extra three days?""Yup.""Sweet." Josselyn and Amanda were standing at the table where the sugar and other condiments were."Dude, there is already sugar in that," said Amanda, as she watched Josselyn pop the top off her caramel latte."Yeah, but it's not enough sugar for me." All of a sudden, Josselyn felt someone push her from the side. The blow caused her to lose a quarter of her drink, which splashed onto her powder pink tank top, staining the fabric a light brown. Just as she was about to turn around and ask the person what the hell their problem was, she froze as she heard the person speak in a familiar voice.

"Oh, I am so sorry! See what you made me do Joe? You'll have to excuse my brother, he's sort of a retard. Here let, me help you with that." Josselyn looked up and realized that she was face to face with Nick Jonas. The Jonas Brothers were her most favorite band in the entire world. She totally obsessed over them, so it came as shock to be standing in close proximity to them."It-it's ok," Josselyn stuttered, "it was an accident," she muttered as Nick helped her wipe the excess of the drink off of her shirt."Joe, I think you owe her an apology too," said Kevin Jonas, as he walked up behind his brothers."I'm sorry," said Joe, "it really wasn't his fault. But I could understand if you wanted to take your frustration out on him," he added with a wink."Shut up Joe. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," said Nick."It's Josselyn""Josselyn…that's a beautiful name.""Thanks," she said shyly. Someone from behind Josselyn cleared their throat."Oh, this is my friend Amanda.""Hey, nice to meet you.""Ok, well we better get going before we’re late guys," said Kevin, "it was nice meeting you girls.""Nice meeting you too," said Josselyn quietly, caught in a never-ending stare with Nick. Their eyes stayed locked until Nick disappeared around the corner.

Josselyn sat cross-legged on the dusty floor of the main studio. She watched as other dancers warmed up their muscles inside the crowded room. She pulled her knees into her chest as she shook apprehensively."Are you nervous too?" said the girl sitting next to her. She had long dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes."A little," replied Josselyn."Me too. I've never been to one of these before.""Me neither.""My name's Mandy," said the girl, extending her hand towards Josselyn."I'm Josselyn," she said, taking Mandy's hand into her own. Josselyn couldn't put her finger on it, but this girl looked vaguely familiarly. Mandy must have felt her shaking."It's ok. I'm sure you'll make it." Mandy glanced toward the door and waved to a group of people who were walking towards her. As the small group came into view, Josselyn saw a familiar boy with brown curly locks walking towards them. Nick stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't believe his eyes…

Heart Shaped Box//Ch.3

Nick's POV: 

I was afraid to hear what Kevin had to say...my throat was completely closed up.  I didn't even want to take my sunglasses off, but dad reached over and yanked them off my face, making me squint.  "Pay attention to what your brother has to say, Nicholas."  He said sternly, tucking my glasses into his shirt pocket.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed Joe had turned his cell off, and then I focused back on Kevin; he was staring blankly at the floor as tears streamed down his gaunt cheeks.  Mom had her arm around him, and said gently, "We need to tell them Kevin."  He glanced up, not looking any of us in particular, and said, "Umm...I'm not sure how to tell you this..."

*20 minutes earlier*

Kevin's POV:

I couldn't stop fidgeting in the office as mom and I waited for the doctor to come back.  I had just spent over an hour taking different kinds of tests...blood, urine, and any other test they could use as an excuse to poke me with needles.  Now that they had given me something for the pain, all I could feel was fear.  My hands were shaking, and  mom reached over to grab them.  "I'm here for you sweetheart, no matter what.  We'll get through this...okay?"  I nodded, unable to open my mouth in fear of vomiting.  Suddenly I heard the click of the door lock, and I saw the door drift open.  "Hello Kevin, Mrs. Jonas, how are we feeling right now?"  I looked up at him confused.  Was he serious? "Fine I guess..." I muttered.  Mom sighed, "Dr. Collins, we're just very nervous.  Please tell us what to do to heal Kevin."  The doctor sat in his chair, leaning back and sighing.  I was trying to focus on anything that would take my mind off what he was about to say.  Dr. Collins was pretty large...round almost.  Bald head? Check.  Cheesy 80's mustache? Double check.  Suddenly he cleared his throat and looked at me, breaking my concentration of studying his awkward features.  "Kevin, how often would you say you drink?" I raised an eyebrow.  "Uhh, I don't know.  Are you looking for specifics here?" Mom touched my arm, "Kevin, now is not the time...just tell him what he wants to know; I'm not going to say anything." I coughed, "Well, a lot.  I don't know how much exactly...but more than I should, I know that." He nodded, almost as if he was expecting to hear that.  "Well, after we ran the tests...we've determined that you may be having trouble with your liver.  I don't want to scare you, but this could be potentially fatal, so I want you to come back in tomorrow and we'll run some more specific tests, alright?" My heart stopped.  Fatal? He couldn't possibly mean that.  Mom drew in a breath and didn't move...she was clearly just as shocked as I was.  Neither of us expected it to be this bad.  "Mommy?" I said as I looked at her, almost childlike.  Dr. Collins got up from his chair, clearing his throat again.  "I'll uhh, give you some time here.  Just don't forget to make an appointment with Janet out front, okay? I'm very sorry Kevin."  With that, he left.  I couldn't move...I couldn't breathe.  "Mommy..." I said again, "What's gonna happen to me?" She continued to hold her composure as best she could.  "You're going to get better.  No question.  Now, let's go make that appointment and get you on the road to being healed, okay?" 

We stood and slowly walked back out to the waiting room.  Everything was a blur...the only thing I could hear was mom say, "We need to tell them Kevin."  I sighed, and glanced up.  "Umm...I'm not sure how to tell you this..."

Nick's POV:

"I could have some serious problems...with my liver.  I have to come back tomorrow for more tests." Kevin droned, clearly not lucid at all.  I felt sick.  "Are you gonna be okay?" I said quietly.  He shrugged, and then plopped down in the seat that was right next to him.  I glanced over at Dad and Joe; both hadn't moved since Kevin had spoken, only their eyes had followed him to where he was sitting.  It felt like time was crawling...none of us knew what to say.  "I'm sorry" didn't fit...I just wanted to go home.  Mom finally convinced Kevin to stand again, and they made their way to the desk to make another appointment.  "Shit..." Joe said, exasperated.  Dad normally would have cut him down for that, but at this moment, it didn't matter.  "What...what do we do dad?" he said, looking over at our father who was as still as a stone statue.  He sighed and said, "The most we can do is support him, and pray for him.  He needs to get better...whatever he's suffering from."

Joe's POV:

I couldn't believe what was happening...it was something out of a terrible soap opera.  I wanted to text Brianne so badly...but after her last, I didn't know if she'd want to hear from me.  I pulled my cell out, and stared at the screen; unsure of whether or not I should tell her what happened.  Nick looked over at me, frustrated.  "Dude, can we talk outside?" he said, his voice wavering in anger.  I nodded, and the two of us walked outside the hospital.  I crossed my arms, wondering what he could possibly have to say to me.  He paced a little, and then started slowly, "Is that all you care about?" I raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?" he frowned.  "Are you serious? The texting! Our brother could die, and all you want to do is talk to your fucking girlfriend!" I could feel the anger rising in me, "Dude, she's the only one that gets me.  Of course now she doesn't even want to talk to me until I make a decision about-" Nick cut me off.  "I don't care.  You're being selfish.  She's not even family! I mean, you act like you don't even want to talk to us anymore.  You used to tell me everything, and now you barely say hi in the morning." I was boiling...he can't be serious.  He spent all his time locked in his room doing God knows what, not speaking to anyone.  "She's like family to me...and if you didn't spend so much time being an emo masochist, maybe I'd talk to you more!" Nick's eyes burned, "Shut up.  You have NO idea what you're talking about." I paused; wait, what WAS he talking about? Why had that comment made him so angry?  I pulled out my cell and started to text Bri, but Nick grabbed it from me.  I lunged at him, and the two of us fell to the ground, wrestling for the phone.  "Give it back, you ass!" I yelled.  "BOYS!" I stopped and looked up to see Dad glaring at us.  "Get in the car...NOW.  We're going home."

Nick's POV:

The whole ride home I was fuming.  I had never been so angry at my brother...why was he acting like this?  As soon as we got to the house, I ran inside to the bathroom.  I paced back and forth, my head pounding.  I had this crazy urge to slam my fists into the countertop, but i resisted.  I knew there was only one thing that would ease my suffering right now.  I slid the cabinet drawer open, looking for my altoids box.  I sighed as I opened it, reaching for the tiny piece of metal that could at least temporarily solve my problems.  It glistened as I held it up, and I slid my right sleeve up to the elbow.  I paused for a moment, listening to make sure that no one was outside the bathroom door.  When I was sure, I brought the metal to my skin, slowly draggin it across my forearm.  I winced and squinted as my arm seared...taking away my emotional pain.  I reached for some toilet paper to clean my arm, when all of a sudden someone pounded on the door.  I dropped the razor, and scrambled to clean up my mess.  "Shit..." I muttered.  "Yo, everything okay in there Nick?" The doorknob jiggled, "Dude, why is the door locked?" I tossed the altoids box back in the cabinet and attempted to flush away the evidence...

Heart Shaped Box//Ch.2

Nick's POV:

I don't think there were any words to describe how pissed I was at that moment, and my brothers had the nerve to sit there and take the shit that was handed to them.  I wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.  Back when we made our own decisions, and no one questioned our authority; not even our parents.  Just as I was about to hit the down button in front of the elevator, I heard a familiar voice cry out in pain.  I turned around to see Kevin squirming on the ground in pain.  Oh, freaking lovely, here goes Mr. Drama King, I thought.  I totally hated when he went all attention whore on people.  

"What is your problem now?" I asked in an exasperated voice.  I walked back over to where my parents were standing.  My mind went numb as soon as I laid my eyes on Kevin.  He was completely pale in the face; he looked like death.  I hated myself for the thoughts I had about him earlier.  Just by looking at him, I could tell that he hadn't been putting on an act.  There really was something wrong...

Kevin's POV:

I had never felt so much physical pain in my entire life.  I know Joe didn't mean to hurt me, but he could have given me a little nudge in the shoulder instead of punching me in the effing stomach.  "Kevin, honey, what's hurting you?" my mom said softly.  I don't think she got the memo that I wasn't 3 years old anymore.  "It's just my stomach.  I'm okay, I just need a minute to collect myself before I get up."  

Mom sighed, "Okay honey.  Joseph, I can't believe you did that.  You know he hasn't been feeling well lately.  What would make you do such a thing?"  "I was just messing around, I didn't think that I was gonna hurt him." Joe said.  "That's your problem, you don't think-"

"Is everything okay? Do we need to call an ambulance?" Bob was standing in the doorway of his office.

"No, it's fine Bob, everything's okay," I said, slowly rising from the floor.  "Thanks though."  My family and I made our way to the elevator.  Nick stared at me with a puzzled look on his face.  I don't know why, but it bothered me the way his eyes seemed to follow my every movement.  I looked over at Joe, he was on the phone again.  I swear, one of these days he's gonna go blind from staring at that screen all day.

Joe's POV:

I felt so horrible at that moment.  I knew there was no one else who could make me feel better than Brianne could.  I flipped open my phone to text her.  

Bri, I just totally almost killed my brother.

From Bri: What?!

There's something wrong with Kevin.  We're on our way to the doctor's now.

From Bri: Omg, really?

I'm scared Bri, I don't want anything to happen to him.  I feel like crying.

From Bri: Don't cry baby.  I'm sure everything will be okay.

I know, you're probably right...but I can't help but want to cry.  We've been falling apart at the seams lately.  I just want things to go back to the way they used to be.  Back when we were on top of the world.

From Bri: Give it some time sweetie.  Everything will fall back into place, you'll see!  Have you thought about my question?

Say what?

From Bri: Don't play retard with me Joseph.  I'm not in the mood for games...we're growing up, i need some stability in my life.  Things are changing, and I'm hoping we can continue to grow together.  Now, do you have an answer for me?

I need more time Brianne.  This is a big decision, and I don't want us to rush into anything we're not ready for.

From Bri: Well then, until you have an answer, don't bother to text me.

I slammed my phone shut.  I couldn't believe how much of a bitch Brianne was being.  She was the one constant in my life right now, why was she ruining that?

One hour later, Nick, my father and I were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office.  I couldn't help but worry that something was seriously wrong with Kevin.  30 minutes later, Kevin and my mother exited the small examination room.  We stood up, hoping to hear some good news; but Kevin just put his head down.  We watched as he silently began to cry.  My mother looked at us and shook her head.

Heart Shaped Box//Ch.1

Nick's POV:

"You took a second job? As what? Where did you get this kind of money Nicholas?"  my mom was staring at me gently, coaxing the truth from me with her gaze.  I felt Lil'as hand squeeze mine gently, "Go on baby, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she encouraged.  I started to speak, but my tongue was dry like sandpaper.  I felt weak, but realizing I had Lila there gave me a little more strength.  My entire family was staring at me, Kevin included.  He looked deathly pale lying on that hospital bed; how ashamed would he be? Would anyone ever speak to me again? I slowly glanced around at my brothers, their girlfriends, and my parents.  Here we all were in this stark hospital room with Kevin, who was surviving thanks to my tainted income.  Lila squeezed my hand again, and rested her chin on my shoulder.  I quickly glanced down at her, and her eyes gave me resolve.  I took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Okay, here's what i've been doing..."

*8 Months Earlier...*

Nick's POV:

I glanced outside at the cars whizzing by our SUV on the way to the record company.  "Ugh, do we really have to do this? I really don't feel good," I heard Kevin moan from the back seat.  I glanced back at him through my sunglasses.  "What's up with you?  You've been complaining all month."  He frowned, "Like i know? I just feel like shit, that's all!"  "KEVIN, watch your language," mom said from the front seat.  "Mom, I'm sorry, but I really don't feel good!" Kevin whined.  I sighed as the two of them continued to argue.  I was tired of dealing with all this...since Kevin had been acting this way our deal with the record company had started to sour, and none of us really felt like singing.  I leaned against the window as i thought about how sweet our career used to be; sold out tours, meet and greets that would go on for hours, and tons of screaming fans that would wait for hours just to even get a glimpse of the backs of our heads.  It had started to slow down once Disney had found the next big thing, but we had floated on our own until last month, when our sales dropped, and our shows went from sold out to half empty.  I got depressed, Joe was completely focused on his girlfriend, and Kevin drank incessantly.  We all had our own ways of dealing...none of which were really that great.  We pulled up outside the building, and mom ushered us up to the exec's office.  I stuck my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket, and looked down at my bright green chucks.  To my right, Joe was texting his girlfriend Brianne, a big goofy grin plastered on his face.  To my left, Kevin was clutching his stomach, his face twisted in pain.  I shook my head, and tried to focus on what was about to happen.  What if we get dropped? I thought.  I ruffled the curls at the top of my head as we climbed into the elevator.  As the floors rose, so did my nerves.  Could this really be the end?

Kevin's POV:

I couldn't think straight...all i knew was this horrible throbbing in my stomach that never seemed to go away.  I leaned my head against the cool steel walls of the elevator, sighing.  At least that could make me feel better for a few seconds.  Suddenly Joe burst out laughing, and I frowned.  Loud noises hurt my head now, not to mention bright lights, and even touching the skin on my abdomen made me nauseous.  I looked over at mom, who was studying me carefully.  I smiled as big as I could, trying to let her see that I was okay, even though I knew better.  She had started worrying about me when I started drinking, but it was a comfort for me.  I knew for a fact that Nick was doing things that weren't good for him either...I'd seen the evidence.  No one wanted to mention that though.  I glanced over at him, and he was still staring at his shoes.  Ugh, why is he so miserable these days? I thought to myself, as another wave of throbbing seared through my body.  I winced, and everyone looked over at me, frowning.  I couldn't tell if they were concerned, or just pissed off; it seemed like all I did these days was throw up or make strange noises when I was in pain.  The elevator slid to a stop, and we sauntered into the exec's waiting room.  I plopped down on one of the big leather couches, still clutching my stomach.  I felt almost pathetic that I couldn't just deal with this pain...why wouldn't this go away?  I glanced over at the desk where Nick was talking to the receptionist, porobably flirting like always.  Joe hadn't spoken a single word today, as he would text Brianne, and then stare at his phone until she responded.  I groaned and leaned back against the couch.  Suddenly the seat next to me sank in a bit, and I looked over to see mom sitting there.  "Kevin, are you alright?" she said, a mix of fear and worry in her eyes.  I was going to lie and say, "yes, everything's WONDERFUL mom..." but instead, I replied,  "No, I really think there might be something wrong."  She frowned and rested a hand on my cheek.  "Okay, well while you're in your meeting I'll call and make an appointment to see the doctor today.  I don't know how much longer I can stand to see you in agony."  I smiled half heartedly, "Thanks, mom."  Just as I said this, the exec's receptionist informed us that we could go in.  I got up slowly, attempting to keep from folding my torso at all.  Joe glanced over at me and said, "Dude, are you coming?"  I frowned, "Oh, so he speaks..." He shook his head and muttered something that sounded like, "fuck off."  I ignored it, and watched as Nick and Joe both shuffled into the room in front of me.  How much longer could I stand this?  "How long is this meeting?" I mumbled to Nick.  He didn't even look over at me as he said, "I dunno...probably not very long, considering they're just gonna tell us we're out of jobs."  I shook my head.  He was such a pessimist lately...what happened to my kid brother?  I wanted to shake him and just say, "Snap out of it!" but I knew that would get me nowhere fast.  "Boys! Good to see you; come on in."  I looked up and saw him standing there...the man who was about to decide our fate as musicians.  My stomach cramped again.  What the hell is wrong with me?

Joe's POV:

We all stood in front of Bob, unsure of why he called us in.  Nick still had his sunglasses on, Kevin was groaning in pain, and I was waiting for Brianne to text me back.  Bob looked back and forth between the three of us and said, "Well, why don't you sit down, and we can get this done, hmm?"  I plopped down in the first chair I saw, and then my cell buzzed.  I went to grab it, but Kevin slapped my hand away from my pocket.  "Would you wait like, five minutes maybe?" he huffed.  I nodded, not wanting to start a fight in the office.  "So! Bob...what's up?" I said, trying to make the situation a little lighter than it felt, which was about the weight of a ton of bricks.  He paused before he started, "Well, I'm going to cut to the chase.  Your album hasn't been doing so well, so I want to talk to you about re-strategizing.  I think you should take a break for a while.  Maybe try some new material?"  Nick's eyebrows sank underneath his sunglasses, and I could hear the anger in his voice as he said, "So what, we're not good enough anymore?"  Bob shook his head, "Now Nick, that's not what i'm saying-" Nick cut him off, "Well, it certainly sounds like it."  I frowned, "Dude, chill out..." Nick looked over at me, "You know what? You haven't said a damn world all day, why start now?"  and with that, he got up and left the office.  Kevin sat forward a bit, "I'm sorry Bob he hasn't been handling this well.  We're all a little nervous here..."  Bob laughed, "It's okay.  I just think you boys should take some time off...maybe we'll start up again soon?"  I nodded, "That sounds good.  We'll come back from this, I know it!"  He smiled at me, "I like the attitude, Joe.  Just see if you can work on Nick, okay?" We stood up and shook his hand, agreeing that we would keep in touch as we took a much needed break.  As we left the office, I could see Nick brushing mom off ahead of us, and she shook her head as he continued over to the elevator.  I walked over to her and hugged her.  She smiled at me and then said, "Oh Kevin, we have an appointment in an hour to see the doctor...we better get moving."  I grinned, "Finally! Now we can find out he's just backed up and we'll go back to normal!"  I gently punched him in the stomach, and he double over, yelling in pain.  "oh shit..." I muttered.  What did I just do?

starting fresh!!

so this is the first of many posts in our blog...sunita and i will take turns posting in here.

basically this is our "anything goes" blog.  fics, dreams, pics, icons, whatever comes to mind.  

we've already got several things to put in here, so be on the look out for new material all the time peeps!  

xoxo

kel