"So this is it," Miley said, looking around the foyer. "The Jonas' house."

"Yep, this is it," Nick smiled.

Nick and Miley had been best friends for two years, but this was the first time she had ever been to his house. Her parents were really strict and they wouldn't let her go to boys' houses, but now that she had turned sixteen, they lightened up.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, a little."

"Come on," he said, leading her to the kitchen. He opened the pantry and surveyed the contents. "You're in luck. We've got Oreos and peanut butter."

Miley grinned, sitting down on a barstool at the counter. She pushed a strand of her long, dark, curly hair behind her ear. "You know me so well."

He looked away from her so she wouldn't see that he was blushing. Of course he remembered what her favorite snack was; he remembered everything she ever told him. He had fallen in love with her the day they met. He had never known someone so funny, so smart, so sweet, so stunningly beautiful.

It was for all those reasons he couldn't tell her how he felt. He couldn't stand the thought of telling her and freaking her out; he'd rather secretly love her and be her best friend than not have her in his life at all.

Nick took a deep breath before going over to the counter next to her. He opened the pack of Oreos and sat down on the stool next to her. "Do you want to go to the beach later?"

"Yeah!" she replied through a mouthful of Oreo.

"Hey, Ni…" Joe started as he walked into the kitchen. He trailed off when he saw Miley. "Hi, I'm Joe."

Miley smiled. "I'm Miley."

"Nicky's told me all about you," he told her, leaning against the counter across from her.

Miley giggled. Nick didn't like the look she was giving his older brother. It was the way he always wished she would look at him.

"Um, Joe, did you need something?"

"Oh, yeah," Joe tore his eyes away from Miley. "I was going to make some popcorn. I'm going to watch a movie."

"What movie?" Miley asked.

"The Fast and the Furious," he told her, going to the pantry and getting a bag of popcorn.

"I love that movie!" she said excitedly.

Nick looked at her, confused. "Miley, you hate that movie."

"No, I don't," she replied, giving him a look that told him to shut up.

"You guys can watch it with me, if you want," Joe offered, taking the popcorn out of the microwave.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun!" Miley smiled.

"I thought we were going to the beach," Nick reminded her.

"We can go tomorrow," she promised. "I think I heard it was supposed to rain today, anyways."

Nick sighed heavily, looking out the window; there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"Awesome," Joe said, winking at Miley and walking back to the living room.

Miley's eyes followed him out of the room. "He's cute."

"Oh yeah, he's adorable," Nick replied, not trying to hide the annoyed tone of his voice.

She hit his arm playfully. "You know what I mean…"

"Yeah, I do," he sighed, shoving another Oreo in his mouth.

It was hard enough for him to handle when Miley had a crush on any boy…but his own brother? It didn't help that Joe was such a flirt. Miley could start to think that Joe actually liked her, without realizing that he acts that way around any girl. What did Joe have that he didn't, anyways? Nick had always been there for her; he helped her with her homework, held her when she cried, made her laugh…they had a million inside jokes, and they told each other everything. So why didn't she ever look at him the way she had just looked at Joe?

"Come on," Miley whined, pulling on his arm. "We'll miss the movie."

"We wouldn't want that," he said, rolling his eyes.