"An entire week off?" Joe repeated, staring across from his mother at the breakfast table. His father and brothers surrounded it as well as the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast plates were passed around.

"Mhm. Isn't it great? Mr.Parker decided that since everyone was working so hard, he'd give the entire crew a week off. Since filming will be over only a few days after your little break, he said he wanted to get you all loosened up a bit for your last shots of the season." Mrs.Jonas stated happily. "Bailey has off too, isn't that great?!" the entire table snapped over to look at Joe after he dropped his steel fork onto his china plate.

"Yeah, isn't it great Joe? The reason you broke her heart was because you guys didn't have any time together, and now we have a week off that probably would've fixed things." he paused for a moment. "Regretting it yet?" Kevin eyed him from across the table, then received 'the look' from his mother. He then bowed his head down in apology before he began eating.

"Yeah, great." Joe muttered, his fingers twirling the for between his fingers as his mind began to drift. He himself wasn't sure why he let her go so easily. -And the answer to Kevin's question? Of course. Why wouldn't he regret it? Almost his entire family was looking down upon him because of it, which made him realize another thing; this certainly wasn't the way things should be.

The Jonas family ate for another ten minutes before Joe offered to clear the table. With the plates and silver ware for five clinked in his arms, the doorbell rang, signaling Frankie to jump out of his seat.

"I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it!" he squealed, running through the house and to the front door. With a few yanks of the doorknob, Frankie finally got a good enough grip to pull it open. Instantly his face dropped before spinning around and running away from the open door. "Ewww." he cried, rushing back into the kitchen and to his mother's chair.

"Frankie honey, who is it?" Mrs.Jonas laughed, bringing her eye level down to his.

"I'll get it." Nick stated, placing the napkin from his lap on the table before he made his way into the living room himself. "Oh, hey Jasmine." he gave her a tiny smile, then waved for her to follow him into the kitchen. Once Kevin heard her name, her coughed up a little of his freshly-swallowed orange juice.

"Hey." Jasmine smiled, taking a glance at everyone in the kitchen, her eyes finally landing on Joe who just filled up the sink with the dirty dishes.

"Oh, hey." he smiled in return, wiping his hands on his pants from the access junk on the dishes.

"So, I was thinking." Jasmine began in front of the entire family. "Since we have the week off, me and you could go down to the shops and just hang out a little. Maybe pick up a little something for the premiere next week."

"What premiere?" Nick piped up, obviously paying attention to the arrangements that were being made right in front of him.

"The 'Traffic Jam' premiere, with Bobby Blake of course!" she smiled over at him. "It's supposed to be dressy, so I need to find an amazing dress!"

"Oh, with Bailey too, right?" Nick questioned, looking over at Jasmine. She nodded.

"Duh."

"Well, how nice." Nick flickered his eyebrows at Kevin before exiting the kitchen.

"Anyway, you up for it? -That is, if Denise says it's ok." Jasmine grinned, looking down at his mother who was still seated at the breakfast table.

"Oh, of course." Mrs.Jonas pushed out a smile before grasping onto her coffee mug.

"Cool. Let me go grab my wallet, and then we'll go." Joe smiled, then made his way out of the kitchen, Jasmine following close behind him. Kevin then shot his mom a questionable look after reading an annoyed expression on her face.

"Since when does that girl call me Denise?" she asked, her eyes looking over at her husband and then to Kevin. Looking displeased, she took another sip of her coffee and shook her head. "That's yet another reason why that boy is getting back with Bailey."

- - - - -

"Bailey, open up!" Bobby knocked on the door to her small home. "C'mon, Bails. Just let me in."

"No Bobby, I'm not going out today." she yelled from her cocoon on the couch. Wrapped up in her warm, fuzzy crème blanket, her pajama cover legs were wrapped up from top to bottom, her head sinking back into the cushion as her messy bun of hair began to sag.

"But it's a week off! You can't stay inside the whole time!" he exclaimed from the doorstep, his body leaning onto the oak frame.

"Watch me!" she yelled back.

"Don't make me pick the lock." he threatened, placing a hand on his hip as he stood outside.

"Do it." she challenged, her voice bold and intriguing, but deep down she could really care less. It got a little quiet for a minute, the tiny clicking of the doorknob filling her ears every few seconds. Surprisingly, it wasn't too long before she heard the door open and footsteps coming towards the living room.

"You want the 'I told you so' now or later?" Bobby grinned, looking down at her from behind the couch.

- - - - -

"I'm not eating." Bailey stated stubbornly, leaning back in the steel chair outside of a pizza parlor on a strip in LA. They were surrounded by various stores, other restaurants and a whole bunch of locals. They were both seated under a little umbrella table with two sodas and two menus. Bailey was only there because she was pretty much dragged and threatened with bodily harm.

"Oh come on. Just stop complaining and live a little." Bobby stated. "He's not the end of the world, you know."

"You have no idea." she muttered, her fingers playing with the corner of the leather-edged menu. It was quiet between the two for a moment as Bailey's eyes skimmed the various food items printed up in front of her. Out of nowhere, she let out a chuckle.

"What?" Bobby asked cautiously, not really knowing what to expect.

"I had Rhianna's 'Umbrella' song stuck in my head, and I was skimming the appetizers." she chuckled mid-sentence. "-And I saw mozzarella sticks, and then I was thinking. . .if like, I ordered them using the 'umbrella' beat." Bailey laughed again. "You know what I'm talking about?" Bobby reluctantly shook his head. "I'd be like, 'Hey, can I order the mozzarella-ella-ella sticks sticks sticks, order my mozzarella-ella-ella sticks sticks sticks sticks.'" she began laughing again at herself, watching as Bobby's face dropped.

"Why are you so weird." he laughed, shaking his head as she shrugged.

"You just don't have a sense of humor, that's all." Bailey grinned, then looked back down at the menu. After a moment of Bobby's silence, she looked back up at him. "What?" he quickly shook his head and looked at his own menu. "Bobby, seriously." she chuckled, causing him to look up and look past her. "Oh no, is you're girlfriend here?" she joked.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"That would suck, I'd have to be like, -wait, what?" she questioned. "You told me in the beginning that you had a girlfriend."

"I know." he replied before taking a sip of his soda. "That was only so things wouldn't seem weird between us."

"Oh?"

"You were with Joe, and I was some new guy, and I didn't want it to be awkward, so I just said I had a girlfriend to avoid all the extra worried thoughts about various scenes and such. -You know what I mean?" he questioned, his tone sounding as if he was unsure of what her response would be.

"Oh. . ." Bailey replied. "Well, that's cool I guess?" she forced out a chuckle which resulted in Bobby giving her a nod. It was a few moments before waiter finally stopped by to take their orders. Luckily, Bailey didn't embarrass Bobby by ordering the mozzarella sticks. "What in the world do you keep staring at?" she asked, referring to the occasional glances he took behind her.

"Nothing." he chuckled hopelessly, then averted his eyes. Smirking, Bailey turned around to see what he'd been looking at. Her heart pretty much stopped when she saw Joe and Jasmine sitting off behind them at their own table.