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Title: If We Kiss... A Jonas Brothers Story. Chapter 177 View count: 1475 Rating: 5.0 (23 ratings) Description: So sorry i didn't post yesterday! i had no time whatsoever :( Sorry! ------------------ Summer’s POV. I come out of the bathroom, freshly showered and my damp dark brown hair curling slightly. I used Brooke’s curling mousse. I’m not in the mood for pin straight hair today. I look down at the floor and ruffle my hair. I then decide to braid it, to make it curl more later when it’s dry. I walk back into the bathroom and get two hairties. I braid my hair in two long braids. Again, I walk into the bedroom and now I look at Brooke. My jaw drops. “You’re not actually wearing that, are you?!” I ask, staring at her shirt. It’s a white, sheer tank top, that dips down suggestively so far, that it’s showing most – if now all – of her cleavage. Her black and purple lace bra showing through. It leaves absolutely nothing up to imagination. Not that Joe – and Nick, groan – needs his imagination to picture her half-naked, but that’s besides the point. “On second thought, why do you even OWN that?!” I ask, still staring at the stupid thing. I look at her face finally and see her blushing. “Okay, fine. I’ll change. Guess I went a little overboard…” Brooke admits, walking to her suitcase. “A little?” I scoff. She looks at me and smiles innocently. I laugh. “I own it because it’s actually an undershirt. And it’s also from my Alex days…” Brooke explains. I shudder, but don’t press the issue any further. “Well then make sure from now on it stays under your shirt,” I joke lamely. Brooke chuckles. “Okay mom,” she jokes back. “You know I do it because I care. And because I rather Nick not see you basically topless again,” I smirk. Brooke turns crimson. “Sorry about that…” she giggles nervously. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Oh, and you should thank me. We’re spending the day with Mrs. Jonas… Dress shopping for tonight. At least that’s what Nick told me…” I tell her, getting dressed myself. “That would’ve been mortifying. This is me officially thanking you.” Brooke pulls the shirt over her head. “Duly noted,” I say, sliding on a nude, strapless bra. “Wear nude and strapless,” I suggest to Brooke. “Already on it,” se says. I turn around and see she indeed has on a simple nude bra. “Dress shopping…” I state. I pull a simple pink rose colored tank top over my head. “Better?” Brooke asks, twirling around in a white tank, this time a normal wife beater, and a pair of short denim shorts. “Much,” I agree, pulling a floral patterned, high waisted skirt over my hips. I have a small obsession with these babies… “Good. Love the skirt by the way,” Brooke notes as she walks past me into the bathroom. “Thanks,” I say, grabbing a pair of gold strappy thongs – the flip flops, not the underwear – and putting them on. About ten minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Brooke’s havaianas thwack on the floor as she runs over to get it, the sound muffled by the wall to wall carpet. She opens the door to Molly, radiant as ever in her Guns and Roses tee and shorts. Brooke throws her arms around Molly’s neck happily. “Molly! Hey!” she cries happily. Molly giggles and hugs Brooke back. “Hey, Brooke, Summer.” She waves at me and I smile back. “Ready to do some shopping?” she grins. “What kind of question is that?” I ask back. “A very good one. C’mon. Kev gave me the task to get y’all downstairs and to breakfast while they called some radio station. We’ll meet them there,” Molly laughs. I grab my plum colored tote and both Brooke and I follow her out of the room. Before closing the door, I turn to Brooke. “I got the key,” she says, reading my mind. I smile at her and nod. “So Molly, do you have any idea where the breakfast room is where we’re meeting the Jonas clan? I swore saw three different ones last night when we came in…” Brooke wonders aloud, linking their arms with both mine and Molly’s. Molly laughs. “The one with the terrace. That’s all I know,” Molly answers. We decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator. We walk into the beautiful, bright lobby. We make our way across the cream and terracotta marble tiles leisurely. “Do you happen to know where the one with the terrace is?” I ask, scanning the lobby. “Why don’t we just ask the concierge?” Molly suggests. I nod and we change our course. We reach the concierge’s desk and Brooke leans her elbows on the desk flirtily and bats her eyes a few times. I should remind her that concierges always give you what you want, you don’t have to flirt to get information out of them… “Excuse me,” she sings. I roll my eyes and slap my forehead. “Yes ma’am?” the concierge – a cute, twenty-something year old – asks. “Which one of the breakfast rooms haves a terrace?” Brooke asks, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. I roll my eyes again. “All three of them do, ma’am…” the concierge answers with a cute smile. Oh, great. ------------------ Comment! Sub! YAY! Too awesome for words: babycakesRgood gioiaxpianogirlx cutierose123!!! Tags: jonas, brothers, kevin, nick, joe, if, we, kiss, shay081793, Author: Shay081793 |
