I was sitting with Joe in their backyard. It was sunny outside and I was just hanging around with JB.
“So, are you getting attacked by the paparazzi, yet?” asked Joe. I nodded.
“Yes!”
“Tell me about it!” he said. Joe looked up towards the sky. His smile turned into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,”.
“Tell me!”
“Okay, fine!” Joe sighed. “I just failed my driving test for like the fifth time. I’ve been going to drivers ed form months now but I can’t ace the test,”.
“Oh,”. I nodded. I thought Joe Jonas could do anything. I felt a little bad for him but then, I got an idea.
“Joe!”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll teach you how to drive, tomorrow!” I said. Oh, crap. I didn’t even know how to drive. Oh dear god.
“Do you even know how to drive?” he asked.
“No, but maybe it’ll reassure you that I’m right beside you!” I felt like an idiot. Joe nodded again.
“You’d really do that?”
“Of course!” I tapped Joe on the side of the head.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem!” He was smiling again.