"Miley, hey…I didn't know you were coming over," Nick smiled when he answered the door.
She looked amazing. Half of her curly hair was pulled back, while the rest framed her perfect face. She wore a red tank top and skinny jeans, showing off her amazing body and causing Nick to have to fight not to wrap his arms around her and never let go.
"Joe didn't tell you?"
He snapped out of his daydream quickly. "What? Joe?"
"Yeah…he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner," Miley grinned.
"And you said yes?" he asked, hoping that he would wake up soon.
She laughed. "Of course I said yes, Nicky!"
"Hey, Miley," Joe smiled as he came to the door. "You look great."
"So do you," she blushed.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, definitely," she nodded. "I'll see ya, Nicky."
"Later, bro," Joe said, ruffling his little brother's hair.
"Uh, bye," Nick muttered, completely in shock.
Had that really just happened? He was angry with his brother for not asking him if he was okay with this before asking her out. They had always been close and always talked to each other about girls – all except Miley. Nick couldn't tell his brothers how he felt about her; they would tell him that he's too young to be in love.
Nick closed the door and wandered into the living room, slumping down onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, not really paying attention. The only thing he could see was Miley with Joe – holding his hand, curling up under his arm, kissing him…all the things she should be doing with him. If he could only tell her.