Who: Nick and Joe Jonas. What: Collective brother angst. When: After dark. Late at night. Where: Onto the streets. Yeah, they're smart. Rating: PG for angst. Status: Complete.
Nick had fallen asleep after his fall out with his brother with the hope that maybe he wouldn't sneak out in the night. He had stayed up for as long as he could have managed, but being woken up at 4am teamed with his anger forced him to retreat to bed and give up on catching his brother in the act of storming out. An hour or so after he had finally drifted off to sleep, he was woken by what he thought to be a noise outside of his room and he sat quickly, shoving himself into a loose pair of jeans that had been abandoned next to his bed. He didn't bother to check his reflection to see if he looked like complete crap, he didn't bother to change his t-shirt. The paparazzi, if there happened to be any at this hour could go to hell for all he cared.
He was furious, as he checked the entire suite for Joe and instead coming up empty handed. The fact that they were fighting over something as ridiculous as waffles didn't even cross his mind as he whipped the door open to the room and stormed out after his older brother. He was as tired as anything, and his eyes were set in a menacing glare as he ran past couples coming back from late night parties.
The boy reached the entrance, and when he couldn't see Joe anywhere around he didn't think twice about the consequences before running outside to find him. Spotting him further down the street he called out after him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His tone was far from pleased and, yes, he even used the world hell. He meant serious business and Joe was going to pay for walking out in the middle of the night. Of course, he wouldn't say that he was concerned. That would mean his brother would have won.