Why Don’t You Like the Jonas Brothers [A Jonas Story] Part 12
Saturday, January 1st, 2011
[STORY HERE, BTW.
Videos are not mine; No copyright infringement intended.] It didn’t take long for Kevin and me to replace the files with our articles. Man, are those reporters dumb—all their “Jonas Brothers News” were in one huge container. It was like setting aside everything and just directing us to it. Kevin shoved the last of our articles into the containers, and handed the old ones to me. I ripped them up, and tossed them into our sack. “I think we’re done.” Kevin nodded, and I reached for the door. Sam stalled for time, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Um…” The man stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth. “Listen, kid, I don’t have time for this. Our guys are just about to go into the Printing Press to get all the articles, and then we’re going to print it. Now, get out of here.” He stuffed another piece of cheese into his mouth, and began playing some online ping-pong game on his old laptop. Sam’s mind raced, and she stepped back into the corner. Printing Press? Wasn’t that the place Ring and Kevin were in? Sam grabbed her cell phone. As I turned the knob, I heard voices and footsteps approaching. All my panic I felt inside came out of Kevin’s mouth. “People are coming!” he screeched, and grabbed the nearest doorknob. “Get in!” he hissed, and shoved me into the nearest storage room. I crashed headfirst into a stack of papers. “Hey!” Kevin shut the door, and peeked outside through the peephole. My phone rang, and I shoved it to my ear. “What, Sam …