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"I could use a fresh beginning, too. All of my regrets are nothing new, so this is the way that I say I need you." - Learning To Breathe, Switchfoot

Chapter Six

Nick

I was in a particularly good mood when I stepped into my office on Monday morning. After Miley had her little meltdown on Friday night, she'd spent the remainder of the weekend hiding away at my house; except for nights when she went home because we weren't ready to take "that step" yet.

Of course, though, being the good boyfriend I am; I tried to convince her to go home and make nice with the other girls. She'd promised me she was going to talk to them last night, so there. I got to spend time with her and she was going to fix her friend issues. Everyone won.

"Morning." I said cheerfully as I stepped into Joe's office. A routine that had been going on ever since we agreed to not live together – to make our mom happy and ensure we're still "close as always", we had breakfast together on days that we worked.

"Morning." Joe responded and looked up at me, his eyebrow immediately shooting upwards, "Someone's in a good mood. Did you get laid?"

I instantly rolled my eyes and set down the bag of food I'd bought for us. That was another thing, we took turns paying. "No, I did not get laid."

"You guys still haven't had sex?"

"Shut up, Joe." I mumbled as I sat down across from him.

He chuckled and grabbed the bag, ripping it open and starting to dig through it, "So what up with the giddiness?"

"Nothing." I responded and leaned back, a smile spreading across my face, "I got to spend my weekend with Miley."

"No sex?"

"Joe!"

"Kidding." He smirked and pulled out the bagel I'd gotten him before handing the bag over to me, "But seriously, I haven't seen you this smitten over a girl since… Demi."

My smile faded as quickly as it came and I grabbed the bag out of his hand, starting to go through it for my own bagel, "And?" I mumbled defensively.

"I'm just saying…" Joe responded with a shrug and started to un-wrap his bagel, "Maybe you're finally getting over her."

"I am over her." I stated and pulled my bagel out, "I have been for years."

"Whatever you say… You know I hate that bitch, anyway, so I'm not complaining." Joe said before taking a large bite out of his bagel.

"She's not a bitch." I grumbled without looking at him.

"She broke your heart—"

"Whatever, okay? Can we not talk about this?" I snapped, cutting him off as I un-wrapped my bagel and looked back at him.

Joe shrugged again and swallowed, staying silent for a moment before speaking again, "So when do I get to meet Miley?" He questioned and took another bite.

"You have met her." I reminded him before taking a bite out of my bagel as well.

"No, but really meet her." Joe said in a whiny tone, his mouth full.

I shrugged and chewed for a moment before swallowing, "Today, probably. She's coming by for lunch." I paused, "Don't be an idiot and embarrass me.

"Ah, brother. No worries." He shot me a grin, "You know I will."

"Mr. Jonas?"

My secretary's' voice rang through my phone and I pressed on the button that allowed me to respond to her, "Yes?"

"A girl named Miley is here for you." She answered.

I smiled and instantly minimized the document I had open on my computer, "Send her in."

I waited a moment until my door opened and Miley slowly stepped in, shutting the door behind her. "Hi, babe." I said to her, my smile widening as I watched her walk over to my desk and set her bag down in the chair across from mine.

"Hey." She smiled as well and slipped her jacket off as she walked around the desk and leaned down, giving me a quick peck, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

She straightened up and walked back over to the chair, setting her jacket down as her eyes traveled around the room, surveying my office, "Fancy." She commented, "My cubicle is probably the size of your desk."

I chuckled, regaining her attention. She let out a small laugh as well, "Where do you want to go for lunch? Or do you want to stay here?"

I shrugged, "Wherever you want. But my brother wants to join."

She thought this over for a second, "The one from Starbucks?"

I nodded.

"Alright." She took a seat in her chair and flattened out the brown pencil skirt she was wearing with a white blouse tucked into it and matching brown ballerina flats. Her hair was pulled back into her usual messy work-day bun, strands falling from all sides. It got silent for a moment and I felt the need to have her closer to me, so I pointed at her and then patted my lap.

She seemed happy about my offer and rose again, stepping around the desk before taking a seat on my lap. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in, connecting our lips again.

I let my lips move against hers momentarily before pulling back again, "Did you talk to Taylor about Friday?"

She nodded and moved her hands from my shoulders, wrapping them completely around my neck, "She said she was sorry and that she only got excited about the 'new meat'." Miley giggled before continuing, "And then she said that Demi was only being a little cold to me because she thought I didn't like her or something. So I spoke to Demi and we both apologized. She's actually really nice. We're going to have a GNI tonight."

"GNI?"

"Girls night in." She explained with a smile and pecked my nose cutely.

"Good. I'm happy to hear that. See? I told you, you just had to talk to them."

She nodded and let her fingers travel into my curls, "You know Demi also went to Columbia? She told me last night."

"Oh, really?" I said as I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me. I didn't think much of what she said. There were at least 3 Demi's in my classes alone, so what were the odds that it was my Demi?

Oh god, did I just call her my Demi…?

"Mhm." Miley responded, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Maybe you guys had a class together or something. I forgot to ask her what her last name is—"

She was cut off by a knock on my door.

"I'm coming in! Make sure it's G rated!"

I rolled my eyes. Joe.

Miley giggled and climbed off of my lap just as my brother stepped through the door, his right hand jokingly covering his eyes, "Is everyone decent?"

"Joseph." I said seriously as I stood up.

He dropped his hand and they both started laughing. I should've known they'd get along.

"Miley, this is my older brother Joe. If you're wondering how he ended up being the older one… So am I."

Joe rolled his eyes but smiled anyway as Miley offered her hand to him.

"Nice to meet you." She murmured softly. She's so cute when she's shy.

Joe ignored her hand and stepped closer to her, pulling her in for one of his suffocating bear hugs, "You, too! Nick doesn't shut up about you."

We both blushed and she hesitantly hugged him back, "That's nice." She giggled. She's gonna bring that up to mock me later. I know it already.

"Joe, can you let go of my girlfriend?"

"Sorry, sorry." He chuckled as he pulled away and smiled at her again before turning back to me, "So… Food time?"

Miley

I let out a content sigh as I fell against the cushions of the couch, holding a bowl of popcorn in my hands. "Oh, man. I'm so ready to just sit here and watch movies. My feet kill from walking around all day."

Demi took a seat on the other side of the couch, holding three wine glasses in her hand and Taylor made herself comfortable on the armchair near the couch, holding the wine. She placed it down on the coffee table as Demi set the wine glasses down as well.

"Me too." Taylor complained, "And it's only Monday."

"Come on, guys." Demi giggled. I was starting to get used to her constant bubbly-ness. "Stop whining. Let's party!"

Taylor and I groaned simultaneously and Demi smiled as she pulled the wine cork out of the bottle and started pouring all 3 of us, "You guys act like old ladies." She paused before starting to mock us in a voice that was way too low to match our own, "Oh, my back hurts because I had to take the stairs today… Oh, my toes are hurting from the one inch heels I wore… Oh, I just want to lay here and never—"

"You know, Demi. You're kind of a bitch." I cut in and it got awkwardly silent for a moment because of the previous tension I had with the brunette. I let out a small giggle, "I love it."

Demi's serious face quickly turned back into her usual smile and she passed me my glass of wine. I took a sip before talking, "Why didn't Selena come in the end?"

"She has a date." Demi said and rolled her eyes before giggling, "But the guy is hot. He has these amazing green eyes."

"Demi, are you single?" Taylor questioned randomly. It was weird to see my blonde friend with a glass of wine in her hand. She rarely drank.

Demi nodded since her mouth was too busy gulping down her glass of wine. If there's one thing I'd learnt about Demi since she got here, she liked to have a good time.

She pulled the glass away long enough to answer, "I don't date. I mess around." She said simply, "I've only had one serious boyfriend. We dated in college and it ended messy and I realized who needs that? Being single is way more fun."

Taylor shrugged and I circled my pinky around the rim of my glass as I thought over what Demi said, "Yeah, but when you think about it… What do you have when you're single?"

"Um, way more hot sex?" Demi responded and I laughed.

"Maybe… But you go to bed alone every night."

Demi grabbed the popcorn bowl out of my hand and placed it on the table, taking a handful, "You have a boyfriend, right?"

I nodded.

"And? You also go to bed alone every night."

I blushed slightly at her comment, "It's different." I responded defensively, "I only started dating him about a month ago. In the long run, I won't be going to bed alone every night. And even now, I know he's there if I really need or want him."

Demi shrugged and placed some popcorn in her mouth, chewing before responding, "What happens if you break up? There goes your 'in the long run' theory."

"What happens if we don't?" I shot back.

"Guys," Taylor jumped in and placed her practically untouched wine glass down on the table, "Don't fight. To each their own. If Miley wants to date, she can. If Demi wants to mess around, she can. The end."

Count on Taylor to jump in with her equality preaching.

It got silent for a few minutes before Taylor spoke up again, "So, Demi."

Demi looked at Taylor.

"Tell us about this messy college breakup that made you not believe in love."

I laughed and Demi shot Taylor a death glare before laughing slightly as well, "We started going out the first year of college and it was great. We were really, like, in love." She rolled her eyes as if embarrassed by this admission, "And we dated all throughout college. We met each other's families and we always spoke about this amazing future we'd have together and then one day I realized that I didn't want any of that at all. I wanted to have a chance to live my life and be free and explore who I am and the rest of the world. Like he was the first guy I'd ever loved, the first guy I'd ever allowed myself to love. So how am I meant to know that he was 'the one' if I'd never been with others, you know?"

"So what happened?" Taylor and I asked at the same time.

"He proposed to me a month before graduation." She stated and cleared her throat, "I said no."

Taylor picked up her wine glass again, "That's it?"

"I told him I couldn't be with him at that point in my life, because I had to figure out other things. And I said that if we're really meant to be together, we will be in the end. And then I went my way and he went his. The end."

"Poor guy." I mumbled and Taylor shot me a look. "What?" I said and looked at Demi, "No offense. I mean, like, good for you that you went for what you wanted in life. But still, poor guy."

Demi shrugged, "I guess. I did feel bad and I told him that repeatedly, but I'm not just gonna marry this guy because I feel too bad to break up with him. You know?"

"What was his name?" I wondered and took another sip of my wine.

"Nick. Nick Jonas."

And then that sip I took ended up all over Demi's shirt.

*drumroll* Finally, some drama... Hehehe.

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