A/N: I was seeing that most people here on the net was writing jonas brothers fan fiction, and since I am a big fan, I thought I might give it a shot…

Disclaimer: Don’t own the jonas brothers.

Claimer: I own anything you don’t recongize. (Except for Mauilbu, California. But all the OCS I do own.

            I looked back into the horizon of the sunset. I was sitting at the beach, my favorite spot. I was going to leave my favorite place in the world, Malibu, California. to, Wyckoff New Jersey.

            Of course, I am always going to miss my friends when I leave tomorrow, but I can still email them and stuff.

            But it won’t be the same.

            WHY GOD, DID YOU HAVE TO GIVE MY DAD A NEW JOB!!! YOU SHOULD’VE AT LEAST LET ME FINISHED FRESHMEN YEAR FIRST!

I think I will die when i move tomorrow.

God, please let everything be alright.

***

            The next day, my family was driving and driving. I took out my iPod, and listened to the song Please Be Mine by the jonas brothers. It was my favorite song in the world. Their vocals are just so amazing!

            I feel asleep and dreamt about going to one of the jonas brothers concert.

            The next thing i know, my mom is shaking me up. “Liz, wake up,” I woke up. I pinched miself to make sure im not in a nightmare and I was still in California.

            But sadly, I was not. I was still in Wykcoff, New Jeresy.

I have nothing against the house. It’s really beautiful. And my room was bigger then the one it was back home, but I don’t think I can ever call this home. MY home is in California.

            “Liz! Go get dressed! The neighbors invited us to dinner!”

            I thought, They barely even know us and they want us to have dinner with them? Oh well, might as well go…

            I changed into a tank top and a denim skirt.

*At the dinner*

            I swear I’ve seen those people before. They families last name is JONAS. Oh, my gosh. Could they possibly be the Jonas brothers family….?

            My litte brother, (aged 8) rang the door bell. A friendly looking women stood at the door.

            “Why you must be our new neighbors. My name is Denise. BOYS! Come down here and meet our new neighbors!”

Four boys came down. One looked around my age, while the youngest looked like my brother’s age.

            “This is Kevin.” She pointed to the tallest one. “This is Joe.” She pointed to the one in the middle. “This is Nick.” She pointed to the one in the last line. “And this is my youngest, Frankie.” She explained.

“Joe, Nick, and Kevin? Why don’t you guys go out on the deck for awhile?”

“Sure,” They said. They looked at me. I just nodded. They then lead me to their deck…

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liz