thesandbar: YES WE SHOULD SO DO THAT XD Aww thank you! 10 AM is ungodly? Ok cool, it's not just me ;) YEP THAT'S KEVIN LMAO. Kendall is only a perv when it comes to Mira ;) Crash course in Schmidtology, I love that!

RandomWriter23: AW THANK YOU DARLING! That's the ultimate way to meet your future in-laws ;) I like Mama Schmidt too hehe

kensare: Finally got the sequel out! Thank you for sticking with me!

BTR-maslow-luv97: AW YOU'RE SO SWEET THANK YOU! Have them get married? Whoa that's pretty far off ;)...I think haha. Again, thank you so much!

Grayhap: I'll try, but then I don't have a story! XD Thank you!

A/N: Anyone who also reads How I Met Your Father already knows that

YEAH I'M STILL HERE!

Just been extremely busy with school. But I'm going to try and be more diligent with updates. Thank you all for sticking with me and bearing the long wait!

"That was so much fun," Nicole laughed as we stepped back into the house. Kevin, Kenneth, and Mama Schmidt had gone straight home from the diner, but not before setting up a date for a family dinner.

"Fun for you guys," Kendall muttered, blushing a light shade of pink. "She just had to embarrass me."

"Aw, but the stories were so cute!" I giggled, pinching his cheek.

"Yeah yeah," he smiled, sticking his tongue out at me.

"My personal Spiderman," I laughed and winked at him.

"You know it," Kendall grinned, pulling his signature move.

"Dork!"

"Again, you know it!"

"So anyway," I smiled, "it's a Sunday and I'm feeling lazy. I'm gonna go change and hang out around the house all day. Who's with me?"

"Hell yes!" Nicole nodded. "Brb guys."

Kendall turned to me, eyebrow kinked in question. "Did she just-"

"Don't question it," I shook my head. "She's a teenager."

"So are you," he snorted.

"Hate you."

"Love you."

"Shut up."

"Go change."

"Fuck off."

"I'd rather not."

"I'm going upstairs."

"Ha! I win."

I turned and shot him a glare, silencing any other celebrations.

"Damn woman," Kendall chuckled. I ran back to him and stole a kiss before making my way upstairs to our room. As I was pulling one of Kendall's shirts out of his drawer, the landline started ringing.

"I got it!" he yelled from downstairs.

Good, because I wasn't gonna get it anyway.

I pulled on sweatpants and slipped his shirt over my head, getting downstairs in time to hear the end of his conversation.

"-won't do it. I just won't. I'm sorry."

"Everything ok?" I asked, reaching for his arm as soon as he put the phone down.

"Not really," he sighed, sinking down onto a stool at the counter. I took a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with water, placing it in front of him and standing across from him, leaning against the sink counter. "Thanks."

I nodded to show I had heard him and moved forward, resting my elbows on the counter in front of me. "So what's wrong?"

"Can we wait till Nicole gets down here?"

"Of course." I tapped my fingers against my chin to the ticking of the wall clock, trying to pass the time. "It's not um, it's not majorly bad right?"

"Depends what you consider majorly bad."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I know. You might wanna head down to the gym after you hear this one."

I raised an eyebrow in question.

"To get some anger out," Kendall elaborated.

"Fantastic," I muttered, growing more worried as time wore on.

"I'm here!" Nicole hopped off the last step and immediately grew quiet at the somber looks on our faces. "Oh no. What happened?"

"You girls want the good or bad first?" Kendall addressed us both.

"Mm..." I glanced at my younger sister and she shrugged. "Good first."

"Nicole's going with us on tour," he smiled weakly.

"I AM?" she squealed, launching herself at Kendall in a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Of course, kiddo."

"Wait," I cut in. "What's the bad?"

"They don't want you to go."

"They...as in my parents?"

"Yup," he breathed out, popping the p.

"Wow. Ok. So my little sister can go and I can't. What's their reasoning exactly?"

"I don't even know," Kendall sighed, dropping his head onto the counter. "I told them I wouldn't leave you here. I just...I can't, Mir. I can't leave you for that long."

"I don't wanna be apart for months," I whined, running my hand through his hair. "We've never done that."

"I'm gonna go call Kristine," Nicole said quietly. "I'll leave you guys to work this out."

"Thanks, sweetheart," I sighed, walking around to the other side of the counter to kiss her forehead. "I'll call you down in a bit."

I pulled out a stool and sat down next to Kendall, resting my chin on his outstretched arm. "Why do I feel like the world is always against us?"

"Because it is," Kendall mumbled into the counter.

"I can't hear you, honey," I smiled, tugging on his arm. "Let's go sit on the couch."

"Hmm." We walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, collapsing onto the couch.

He nuzzled his nose in my neck and sighed, sending a rush of warmth throughout my body. "We'll figure this out, ok?" I whispered, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his back. "We'll work it out."

"I can't live without you, Mir." Kendall pulled back a bit and tucked my hair behind my ear before giving me a light peck on the lips.

"I don't understand why they said that," I mumbled against his lips. "We need to stay together."

"I love you," he whispered, eyes closing out of pure exhaustion.

"I love you, too," I murmured, burying my face in his chest, breathing in his cologne and allowing his steady heartbeat lull me to sleep.

"Mira? Kendall. Mira. Guys. Hello. Guys!"

"Who's hurt?" I yelled and shot up, falling right off the couch and onto the floor.

"Um you, apparently," Kendall cracked, chuckling as he sat up.

"Not funny," I mumbled, holding up my favorite finger in what I hoped was his direction.

"It's funny from up here," Nicole giggled. "Oh by the way, Mom and Dad are on the phone."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" I grumbled as Kendall pulled me off the floor.

"I did. And I poked you, but you didn't wake up. So then I-"

"Nicole," I cut her off. "Phone?"

"Here ya go." She bit her lip and handed it over, frowning as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Mira?"

"Yeah, Dad, it's me."

"How are you?"

"Kind of nervous," I sighed. "Kendall told me what you and Mom said. And I wanted to ask you to-"

"Look, Mira, your mother and I have already discussed it. You're not going on this tour."

"And why not?" I demanded.

"Because you're starting your first year of college. You should focus on school."

"Nicole is starting high school and she's going. Why can't I?"

"Nicole is able to take her work with her, Mira," my dad oh-so-smartly explained as if I was devoid of intelligence.

"I can too."

"You're not going. And that's final."

"It's not final," I argued. "I won't live without Kendall. And you can't make me."