Love Is All You Need

Nick stood in his living room and scratched his head. The pale February light filtered through the narrow front window and picked the dust odd the floor. At least, it picked out the dust on what part of the floor he could see. Right now, most of it covered the boxes.

He'd bought this house in Studio City while he was working on his first job, as an executive for Facebook. It was a well paying job, until he quit and decided to open the organic shop. He knew it didn't make a lot of money but the hours are more flexible and he owns 50% of the business. At the time of his one-year working for Facebook, he had bought a Yamaha jet ski, a flat screen TV, and a customized surround sound. But when he quit and realized he didn't have the down payment to pay for it, he quickly got rid of them before he gets in any more debt. He'd fallen in love with the house since he'd first seen it, because it was absolutely perfect for his bachelor pad. He figured when Miley arrives, she'd make the place feel homey. Adding her special touches and all.

Nick had made an offer for the house straight away and had then been forced to raise it when someone else had a bid higher. But he'd been quite determined to get it, even though he knew he was paying over the top. He had converted part of his home into an office so he could work from home some days, on the days that he didn't want to go to the store, or see his controlling sister for that matter. Half of his living area was taken up with his computer, paperwork, and boxes of samples and it was very difficult to see the carpet color.

He looked at his watch. He'd phone Demi soon and tell her he's back. And then he'd have to tell her about Miley. He rubbed his face to focus himself, since he was still a bit jetlagged. He knew that his sister would think he'd done something incredibly stupid. Demi was always telling him of such things —it was part of her role as his big sister, the girl who had practically raised him.

He hadn't spoken to Demi since he'd met Miley. He'd sent her an e-mal from New York simply telling her he'd contact her when he gets back. He'd known that it would puzzle but not worry her. At heart she'd always thought of him as slightly unpredictable, even though he'd been extremely hardworking and predictable about work. But for him, disappearing for a few days was more in character than out of character. He'd originally intended to say something in the message about the new supplies they're going to get. But he simply couldn't lie, so he said nothing.

He'd call her soon, he promised himself, but first he would have to tidy the place up a little bit. It was unbelievably messy. The trouble was, he thought, he needed everything there. In the end he filled two black trash bags. And that was just the stuff from downstairs. He hadn't even begun on all the spare bedrooms. He decided to take an energy nap for a couple of minutes.

When he woke up, it was two hours later. His first thought when he woken up was Miley. He thought tenderly how she was going to be exhausted when she got home. He wondered how her friends took the news. Instead of texting her, he decided to just wait until tomorrow so they could talk in person. His stomach growled and was reminded of how hungry he was. After all he hadn't eaten since he was on the plane. He decided he was going to grab something from Sandwich Empire on his way to work. There was a chance Demi was already at work, and he feared for her reaction. He hopped under the shower for a couple of minutes to freshen up, then got dressed and went outside. It was already getting late in the afternoon, but due to the splendid California weather, it was about 65 degrees outside. Even if it was wintertime.

By the time he got to his store, Organic Matters, he inspected everything outside to check that nothing had changed since he was gone. It was modern looking, just like every other supermarket. Except his store, was smaller and not a corporate machine. Nick believed it was important to make it look like a mainstream shop instead of a hole in the wall. He wanted people who wouldn't normally think about organic foods and healthy remedies to give it a shot. This was something he built himself, something he worked hard to achieve. With a little help from Demi, of course.

Nick pushed open the door and was greeted by a waft of cool air. "Hi, Nicole." He smiled at the girl behind the counter. "How are you?"

"Nick!" She beamed at him in return. "I'm great. How was the trip to New York?"

"Very interesting," he told her. "I've ordered more of the lip balm you said that everyone liked." He paused. "So were sales good last week?"

She nodded. "Absolutely."

"Thank God for that," he smiled, "Is Demi around?"

"Yes she got here a few minutes before you did. She's in the office."

"I'd better go up and talk to her," said Nick. "I'm sure she has some work for me to do."

Nicole nodded at him as he made his way towards the back. The narrow hallway led to a well-lit room that had a typical desk and computer. His sister was sitting behind it, her round brown eyes focused on the screen in front of her. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail giving her a professional look.

"Knock, knock," said Nick as he acted out the motion.

"Hi," she said curtly, still not looking up. "Hang on a minute, I'm still updating this." Her fingers flexed over the keyboard for a moment and then she leaned back in the chair and supported the back of her neck with her hands. "So you finally decided to come home, how nice of you."

"You sound a bit pissed off," he said cautiously.

"Oh I am," she told him. "You leave here for a two-day meeting with suppliers, and disappear for almost a week. The only communication I get from you is a very brief e-mail telling me that you'll be back soon. If you were an employee, I'd fire you."

He grinned. "But I'm not an employee, I'm part owner. So you can't fire me."

"Joint owner," she corrected him, "However I can forgive you since you are my brother, and you haven't had a vacation in awhile. So what were you up to those extra days? Anything exciting?"

"Well yes actually," he said awkwardly. "I got married."

Shock spread throughout Demi's body, which made her sit up straight. After about three minutes of silence she spoke up. "You WHAT?!"

"Got married," he stated as he extended his hand to show her his wedding band. "Till death do us part and all that."

"Nicholas Grey this isn't funny."

"No it isn't, marriage is a serious matter and I am not going to break any of my vows."

"So you're married."

"Uh-huh."

"How?" Demi questions, "To whom? Where? Why?"

"In a chapel," he replied, "To a girl named Miley and because I love her."

"I don't know a Miley," Demi was now furious, "How come you haven't mentioned her before? And what about Selena?"

""I haven't mentioned her because I just met her…on the plane to New York."

Demi got up from her chair and slowly walked over to Nick. "You've only met her?" she repeated. "You only met her and now you're married

to her?!"

"Yes, for the last time! I married a girl that I just met on a plane named Miley, because I'm in love with her." He handed her a picture of Miley and him on their wedding day. She had her arms wrapped around him but she was the only one looking at the camera, Nick on the other hand was lovingly looking at Miley. When Demi looked up from the photo, she thumped Nick in the head.

"What's the matter with you Nick!"

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Rushing into this."

"I'm sorry last I checked I control my life and my choices."

"But this isn't just contemplating what hairstyle you want, this is marriage. It lasts FOREVER... maybe until the divorce but still!"

"I'm aware and thanks for your enthusiasm towards me and Miley."

"Why didn't you tell me before," Demi asked now slightly offended.

"We were in our own little bubble," Nick told her, "no one existed but us. Plus I kinda wanted to have you yell at me in person. That way I can see your reaction."

"And my, did I react well," she said as sarcasm dripped from her voice.

Demi looked at him for a second and shook her head.

"What now," he asked sourly.

"Don't you come crying to me when you get an annulment or this doesn't work out. It's all a bunch of bullshit."

"No," he said firmly, "me and her ARE going to work. Why can't you be happy for me."

"For fuck's sake Nick! Open our eyes! You just met this girl. You know NOTHING about her and you expect me to be happy for you? Are you mental? This girl could be a serial killer for all you know."

"Don't you think she'd kill me by now? Come own Demi!"

Demi sighed and crossed her arms. She was having one of those days; she pinched the bridge of her nose to try to calm herself down. As she was looking down she saw the background of the wedding photo. She picked up the photo again. "The Chapel of Everlasting Love?"

"It was Vegas," said Nick, "it was a lot nicer than you think. They were really good to us. And afterwards we went to Caesar's palace to celebrate."

"Oh my God."

"And it was great. At the ceremony the pastor spoke thoughtfully. And at the Caesar's palace we partied with this couple that also just got married too, it was pretty adventurous."

"Sounds super fun," repeated Demi faintly.

"Absolutely," he smiled.

"And who is this girl exactly?"

"I told you, Miley. She has a brother and a sister. Both older, her brother is in Tennessee, her hometown. While her sister is living in Toluca Lake, 5 minutes from here. And she's a Nurse at St. Peter's hospital in Malibu."

"And how old is she? I mean you're not going to get arrested are you?" she looked at him in all seriousness. "That kind of publicity is not good for the store."

Nick rolled his eyes, "I'm not some kind of pervert. I mean I do have a brain."

"Well…. You are the one who married a complete stranger."

"She is a very lovely woman, in her late twenties."

Demi lips became taut. "Well I can see why you picked her. I mean blue eyes, bombshell, long hair and nice bod."

"Ok Demi stop. It's not just her looks I like. She has a pretty smile and a kind heart."

"Oh God, I'm about to throw up here. You sound like a lovesick puppy."

"It's because I am."

"But she doesn't seem your type Nick."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I thought you'd go more for the relaxed, easy-going, reserved, conservative…. like Selena. She's nothing like Selena."

"Maybe that's why I married Miley and not Selena. Plus Miley has other quality traits that Selena doesn't. Like she's down-to-earth, adventurous, free-spirited," Nick replied coldly. Frankly, he was tired of this argument. If his sister can't accept that he's in love and at least try to be happy for him, he wasn't going to just stand there and take it any longer.

Right on queue, Demi's phone rang. They both jumped by surprise of the loud ringtone filling their awkward silence. She picked it up. Her glance flickered towards Nick as she listened intently to the caller on the other line.

"Actually, yes, we were just talking about you." She said, "I'm sure he does want to talk to you," she handed the phone over to Nick. "It's Selena."

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