Joe woke up the next morning, feeling warm and comfy in my bed. However he felt as if he were holding something. Cracking an eye open, he saw Miley's face and sat up immediately. Suddenly the memories of yesterday came flooding in his mind. Joe grinned, watching her breathing softly with her rosy lips slightly parted and mumbling something incoherent. All of a sudden, a soft knock same from the door.
"Hey Joe, get up, breakfast…" Nick's voice echoed through the quiet room as Joe swiftly got out of bed, trying no t to wake the sleeping girl.
"I'll be right there Nick." Joe whispered, going into the bathroom, making himself presentable. Finally, he changed into some jeans and took off his shirt, throwing it on the bed. As he walked over to the closet for a clean shirt, he tripped over his guitar, and-
THUD!
"Owwwwiieeeee…" Joe winced, rubbing his head with a clean shirt in hand. Worriedly, he looked over to see Miley wide awake, her eyes wide. Joe looked up, confused. "Whhaaat? You've never seen a guy without his shirt?"
Miley stared some more, making Joe even more embarrassed.
"You can stop, I haven't been working out you know!" He joked before Miley regained her composure and rushed to his side. "What's wrong?"
"Your stomach…" She whispered worriedly as Joe stared in total confusion.
"Yea what about it?" Miley sighed almost guiltily as she reached out to brushed gently his stomach.
"He punched you that night didn't he?" Miley whispered as Joe suddenly realized what she was saying. Joe swiftly slid on his shirt to cover the bruise.
"Don't worry about it." Joe said, laughing it off. "It's no big deal, I could've taken him easily."
"No Joe, it IS a big deal…and it's all my fault." Miley whimpered, tears brimming her eyes. But Joe wasn't about to let her cry. "If I didn't-"
"Miley, look at me." Joe said gently, lifting her chin so our eyes meet. "It wasn't your fault, it was his. Don't beat yourself up for this okay? Trust me, it's not you, don't EVER blame yourself for it."
"I'm sorry…" She whispered, resting her forehead on Joe's shoulder.
"It's okay Miles…" Joe whispered, wiping her tear before it could roll down her gorgeous face. "Since you're living here now, why don't we go over some rules?"
"Rules? You? It doesn't make sense." Miley said, giggling a bit. "So what rules do I have to follow?"
"First and most important, you CANNOT cry, not in front of me. I won't let you." Joe said firmly but softly. It took a moment for her to register his words but grinned and nodded in response.
"Second, you can only crush on me, not Nick or Kevin." Joe said seriously, causing Miley to broke out into a fit of giggles. "Aw come on! So many girls would want to be in your position right now!" He joked
"Jerk! What makes you think I would crush you?" Miley retorted, still laughing. Joe smirked cockily.
"Hey, being a jerk is a part of the rock star image."
"What image?" She asked as Joe scoffed, tackling her to the ground, both drowned in laughter as he tickled her endlessly. "Joe! Stop it!!!!"
"Say I love Joe Jonas!!!" Joe pushed, tickling her more.
"Nooo!!!!"
"SAY IT!!!" Miley gasped, attempting to push him away.
"Fine! I love Joe Jonas! Happy?" She sat up, huffing and panting heavily.
"Very." He chuckled, nodding approvingly before Miley turned to him again.
"Come on, I know you're really not a jerk, I mean…after what you did for me…" Miley murmured. "Like you said, those screaming girls seemed to like you."
"Which brings me back to the whole crushing thing!" Joe smirked victoriously and Miley scoffed.
"I take that back, you are a jerk!"
"Okay okay, enough making fun of Joe, let's get some breakfast! I hear Kevin can shoot bacon and eggs out of his teeth." Joe laughed as Miley made a face.
"If he can, I wouldn't eat it coming from his mouth anyways." Miley laughed as he opened the door for her and pulled her downstairs.
"Morning Joe! Morning Miley!" Denise yelled from the stove as soon as the two entered the kitchen, sitting down next to each other. The Jonases greeted Miley with the same enthusiasm, which made Joe sighed a breath of relief. Why? Because you know it's bad when your mama doesn't like her, all your friends are saying she's a liar, Daddy pays her bills but she still whines. He's been there before, first hand and front row seats.
Finally, Mrs. Jonas set a huge plate of 5 chocolate chip pancakes in front of everyone, along with a big glass of milk. The boys dug in hungrily.
"Sorry Miley, I don't know how much you'd want since I have all boys, so I gave you the same portion, I hope you like it." Denise said, knowing how girls watched their weight.
"Oh it's fine Mrs. J, thanks." Miley grinned before gobbling down her breakfast. "Oh my gosh! These are the best pancakes ever!!!"
Everyone stared at Miley, obviously impressed. She took noticed at stared at Joe
"Why is everyone looking at me?" She whispered, smiling nervously.
"Well, you're the first girl to ever actually eat in front of us, let alone gobble down-" Joe looked at her plate. "-3 pancakes in a row and half a glass of milk!" Miley blushed and looked away.
"That's a good thing!" Frankie added. "I saw Joe's last girlfriend and I thought she was gonna die 'cause she looked like a zombie!"
"Well…how can I miss out on the greatest pancakes of pancake history?" Miley said, ruffling Frankie's hair.
"You're pretty!" Frankie laughed.
"Back off little bro, I saw her first!" Joe joked as he turned to Miley. "Rule number two!"
"Woah hold on there buddy." Miley smirked. "If I remember correctly, rule number two states that 'I can only crush on you, not Nick or Kevin.'"
"Fine!" Joe huffed as Miley played with his hair, earning a look from the family.
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After breakfast, Joe offered to take Miley to grab some stuff from her place but was rejected. Sighing, Joe drove Starbucks to pick up some drinks for Miley. Turning up the radio, Just Friends was playing, and Joe immediately turned it off, groaning.
After coffee, Joe decided to pick up Miley from her place on his way home. As his shiny red convertible pulled up the road, he saw two figures at each other's throats. The first thought in his head was 'Uh-oh.'
