A/N : These are called Fan FICTION for a reason, guys. Their personalities aren't always going to be the way they actually are. If you want Nick to be shy, or Joe to be goofy, just don't read it at all. But if you don't, you're missing out on a good story. Continue : )

The moving truck had just pulled away a few hours before. After my parents begging for twenty minutes and me refusing for forty, I found myself walking next door with my two brothers to ask the new neighbors to dinner.

A very pretty blonde woman opened the door, a soft smile on her face and tons of boxes in her arms.

Kevin was the first to smile back, "Hi. I'm Kevin, and these are my brothers Nick and -"

"My name is Joe," He said, somehow managing to slip in front of me and offer her his hand. "But you can call me later."

The woman laughed and took Joe's hand in hers. "I'm Ms. Dougherty, and you can call me in twenty years."

"Ms?" He said, continuing even though she clearly meant that as a brush off, "As in, not committed and not doing anything later?" Kevin hit the back of Joe's head with his hand.

"We live next door," I continued, pointing to our house, "Our mom wanted us to invite you and your family over for dinner, if you're free."

"That would be wonderful," She said, "Let me just go tell my daughter. She'll be so excited to meet new people so soon."

"Daughter?" Joe said, smiling as she closed the door. "So there's someone else in this world that beautiful?"

I rolled my eyes, just in time for the door to be re-opened. The most intimidating girl I had ever seen stood there, hand on her hip.

"I don't know what I'm wearing to dinner tonight," She said, "So I don't have time to meet you." And with that, she closed the door.

We were only seven then.

In the years that followed, I was the poor unfortunate soul that had every class with Miss Thing. Our mothers worked together, and soon became best friends. I still remember that day at the park, two weeks after she moved in. She kicked the crap out of the boy who was trying to do the same to me, and then bought me a ring pop on the way home. She pinky swore not to tell my brothers, and she never did.

She's been my best friend ever since.

Now 15, I sat in my window, thinking about the first day we met. Almost as if on cue, she walked out her front door and made her way to mine.

"Hey, Skinny." My brother Joe said as she walked in. He always called her that, but I thought it was stupid. Not because she wasn't skinny, she probably only weighed 100 pounds and stood at a measly 5'1". But because that didn't fit her well. Not her personality, anyway. To me, she was huge.

"Where's Fro?" She asked, and I chuckled.

"Upstairs, waiting for you."

She thanked him as she ran up the stairs, and ten seconds later barged into my room.

"Hey bess fran!" She said, and smiled when she noticed me sitting on the windowsill. "Spying on me again?"

"You wish, Riles." I responded, "I was just thinking about that day at the park. You know, when you saved me from a life of eternal loser-dom."

"But Nicky," She said, pouting, "I didn't save you."

"What did you just say to me?" I asked, standing up and acting tough.

"Nothing," Riley said, backing up.

"You know what I have to do now, right?" I said, moving closer.

"No," She laughed, "Nick! I swear to God, Nick, if you come near me." I had her now. She was laughing too hard to run faster than me.

In a flash I was standing next to her, picking her up and swinging her around over my head. I always did that when she made fun of me. It was just a best friend thing. She was cracking up now, and her laughter was contagious. She hit the back of my knee with her fist, making me fall and her come toppling down on top of me.

"Don't mess," She said, standing up and regaining her composure.

As I laid down on my floor, I couldn't help but notice how she never got dressed up to come see me. She didn't bother straightening her naturally wavy, blonde hair, and she was wearing a simple navy tank-top and white jeans.

"You look like a sailor," I thought out loud.

She let her mouth fall open, but I knew she didn't really care.

"That's it." She said, turning to leave. "I'm taking you out of my top eight."

"You wouldn't!" I gasped, and she giggled.

"Seriously, though." Riley said, facing me once again. "I came over here for a reason."

"Oh, really? And what would that reason be?" Nick Jonas, the tease. I knew we weren't really attracted to each other, and it was a possibility we never would be. That's what I loved about our friendship. Nothing would ever change.

"We need to talk about our PARTY, you perv."

Oh, right. Riley was two days older than me, born on the 14th of September, and we'd been having our party together since we'd known each other. It was like a tradition.

"Don't worry about it," I said, "My momma's already got everything planned. We're gonna have it at the same place it was last year."

"The Ballroom!?" Riley squeaked. I smiled, knowing she would react that way. She had loved that place. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Honestly, if there was a best friend in the whole entire world competition, you would win it no doubt."

"I know, I know."

"Who are we inviting this year?" She asked, crossing her legs at the ankle.

"Does it matter? We're just gonna talk to each other the whole time anyway."

"True," She said. My parents had always told us to mingle, but even when we did that we were attached at the hip.

"Oh, and there's one more thing!" Riley said, before turning on her heels and leaving. "You're NOT wearing that to the release party. It starts at 8:00, don't forget!"

Good thing she said that, because I would have forgotten all about it. I really didn't know what I would do without her always having my back. She was always there when I needed her, and she always had the perfect thing to say. As a matter of fact, she was the perfect thing to say, if that made sense to anyone but me. I looked down, and wondered why I couldn't just wear the Twinkie pajama pants I had on. Sighing, I got up and walked over to my closet.

Thank God for best friends.

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