Wish You Were Here

Chapter Seven: 2 Years Later

DISCLAIMER: No, I still DON'T own JONAS L.A. or its characters. Nor do I own "Wish You Were Here" by Hey Monday.

Well, I wasn't going to continue this story but I figured one more chapter couldn't hurt. Enjoy!

Two years later…

"The stars are so beautiful."

"Well, I wouldn't call them beautiful. At least, not with you in my arms." Nick turns his head and smiles, dimples and all, that sheepish grin I love so dearly. We are lying on a blanket on the beach. I feel so warm in his arms.

"Stop it," I tap him playfully. He knows I'm blushing.

"No, I'm serious. You're gorgeous," he whispers. He then leans his head down and plants a sweet, soft kiss on my lips. I deepen it.

Pretty soon I am on top of him without breaking the kiss. He smiles and I can feel it on my mouth. It only makes me want to kiss him more. Suddenly, I let out a sigh and roll back over. "What's wrong?" Nick sounds disappointed, confused, and a little out of breath due to the kissing.

I smile. "We can't do this."

"Do what?"

I put my mouth up to his ear and whisper, "sex." I admit I was aiming for the seductive tone. I'm a flirt.

He chuckles a bit. He also sounds a bit…nervous? "I admit I was getting a bit turned on, but there is nothing wrong with making out with my girlfriend." I love that smile of his.

"I suppose that is true…" And then I jump on top of him reuniting our kiss. We are laughing in sync. It is the most amazing feeling in the world.

Eventually, I roll over due to the fact that humans need to breathe. As I plop back on the blanket I whisper, mostly to myself, "God, I love you."

He is looking up at the sky. "I love you more than anything else in the world." It almost sounds like he is talking to himself. Like he is reassuring himself of something. Next thing I know, he turns to his side and props himself up with his elbow. He puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. I swear it felt like forever, him just looking at me. I kept quiet. "Marry me."

Did he just ask me t-to marry him? "What?" I'm almost asking myself.

"Marry me, I know that I'll never love anyone else but you. I know I'm going to love you forever."

"And I'm going to love you forever, but we're kids…"

"Mace, we're everything but kids. My whole life I've hated being the 'adult'. For once I like it. For once, it's a good thing."

I am speechless. He's right. I take a deep breath- possibly my deepest- then take his hands in mine. I then look up deviously. "One condition."

"Anything."

"You have to tell our parents." I grin widely.

He let's his head fall back and laughs. "Oh. I should've known you would be clever about this. It's a good thing you are worth it." He leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

LATER THAT NIGHT

We are walking back to Nick's house. Our parents decided to get together; they've become friends, which is actually quite weird now that I think about it. Once we get to the doorstep Nick and I stop. "Alright, are you sure about this?" I ask Nick. It was sort of amusing to ask because it turned his face from happy to scared to blank in a matter of two seconds.

"I'm sure that I want to marry you with every bone in my body. That's enough for me."

We took a step into the house. "Oh, you're home already!" Denise Jonas said. [A/N: Sorry, I didn't get creative with the parent's names.] "Our children are so responsible."

"I'll drink to that!" My mother says. They clank wine glasses and sip. At least they are in a good mood.

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Misa, we would like to talk. If that's alright, of course." He sounds nervous so I squeeze his hand.

"Sure, sure. Come sit." My dad points over to the couch across from the one being occupied by my parents.

Nick clears his throat. "Macy and I would like to get married."