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I entered my house to the sound of my girlfriend laughing and the smell of home made lasagna. Not exactly an awful end to the day. It was six thirty and I had been on set for JONAS all day with my brothers. Kevin and Joe had gone to pick up the recordings of some new songs we had finished the other day but I was in too much of a rush to see Miley to bother going with them. I went into the kitchen to see Miley and my Mom loading little balls of chocolate chip cookies onto trays that would enter the oven as soon as it was through being occupied by the delicious pasta dish currently being baked.
"Nick!" Miley screeched as she ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. God, it was good to see her. Sure, it had only been about 20 hours since we'd last been together. But after being apart for so many months, I would never take a minute with her for granted again.
"Hey" I said before kissing her lightly on the lips. I wasn't as comfortable with PDA around my parents as she was. For example I would never proclaim to them that I wanted to have sex with Miley while we were standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey Mom" I said, walking over to her.
"How was filming, honey?" she said, hugging me.
"Pretty good. Joe and Kev are picking something up. They'll be home for dinner. What have you guys been doing? Other than cooking. A lot."
"Well after we went through all your baby pictures, your mom showed me that little blanket you used to, or, still sleep with." Miley said, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I held onto her hands and laced my fingers through her own. This I could deal with.
"What was its name? Mr. Shruggles, was it?" My mom laughed loudly at her joke. That was one of the many ways Miley fit right in with my family. All the women had extremely obnoxious laughs. But it was one of the greatest sounds I've ever heard. I knew she was joking of course. Miley had already seen all my baby pictures anyway. And she new about the blanket thing from breaking into my bunk on the tour bus. She mocked it mercilessly for days afterwards.
"Hey that's not something to joke about. Mr. Shruggles is an important part of this family." I defended.
"If you think he's joking, Miley he's not."
"Don't worry, I know. He is the serious one after all." She said, scrunching her nose up at me.
"Alright enough. I need to go upstairs and get changed." I looked from Miley to my Mom as they continued talking about me like I wasn't there, before moving on to the nail color Miley was wearing. Neither of them really seemed to notice my absence.
"Yeah O.P.I has really cute new colors, too. Have you seen "Candy Apple Red?" was the last thing I heard before I walked up the stairs. It was nice that Miley and my Mom got along so well. It would have been a hell of a lot harder for us to be together if my family didn't approve.
I took a fast shower and changed from my set clothes into jeans and a long sleeved tan waffle shirt with the sleeves pushed up a bit. I put all the dirty clothes scattered around my room into the hamper and made my bed. I knew Miley would probably be coming up here after dinner and even though she'd seen my room a billion times I wanted it to be nice for her. I came downstairs and found my Dad listening to the new songs with Kevin. Joe and Miley were having some sort of argument about the guy who played Barney in the next room and Frankie was helping my Mom set the table. After greeting my Dad I walked into the family room where Miley was and sat down next to her on the sofa.
"You're so wrong. Take it back."
"Nope." Miley refused.
"Take. It. BACK."
"Never" she said squinting her eyes playfully.
"You're dead!" Joe yelled as he ran over to Miley and pretended to hit her. I slapped him hard on the arm for real and pushed him away.
"Please don't touch my girlfriend." I said, calmly
"It's alright Nick I can take care of myself." She said nuzzling into me.
"I still don't trust that one." I said starting at Joe.
"Ouch. Hey did you hear the songs we picked up? They're awesome. Seriously, your vocals are amazing." Joe said.
"No I haven't yet, are they really that good?" I asked excitedly
"Dude, you just gotta hear 'em." Just then Frankie came in the room and told us it was time for dinner. I sat on my usual side of the table with Miley next to me and Joe on the other side of her. Facing us were Kevin and Frankie with our parents on either end. After saying a prayer my Mom served us the lasagna along with salad and garlic bread.
"Are you sure Miley made this?" Kevin asked in between bites. It was a known fact that Miley couldn't cook to save her life. Luckily my Mom had taken her under her wing and started to teach her a thing or two. Miley gave Kevin a displeased look. My Mom looked over and said,
"Yes I'm sure. In fact I hardly did anything. Miley practically made it herself."
"It's amazing! I must say you have improved greatly since the first time you helped make dinner, Miss Miley." My Dad commended her.
Hmm. The first time you helped make dinner… It was a Wednesday and my brothers and I had been going door to door at the Disney execs office being tossed around back and forth as to whether or not we would be signing for our own show. It had been a long day and we were all looking forward to going home to Momma's cooking. Unfortunately that's not what was in store. The smell of burned rubber greeted us as soon as we pulled in the driveway. Miley had single handedly destroyed three plastic containers full of food. Turns out my Mother had told her to put the food into pans and into the oven and she had somehow mistaken pans for Tupperware. I'm sure the food itself was probably alright but we never actually got around to eating it. Miley was so disappointed that it took her a week to get over it. We ended up going out to dinner that night…
After dinner I led Miley up to my room on Frankie's orders to look for his favorite video game that were all going to play later on. Since I knew exactly where it was already, we decided to have a little fun before we went back downstairs.
"I don't think I ever gave you a proper hello," I said pulling her body against mine.
"Hmm I think you're right." She looked up at me and pushed her lips hard onto mine. It didn't take long for us to end up horizontally on the sofa in my room. Her tongue was in my mouth as she lay on top of me squirming about and digging her body into mine. When we parted our lips for air she gasped "are you comfortable?" in between breaths. "I mean," she took another breath, "do you want me to move?" We kissed for a few more long seconds before I responded.
"Don't you dare move." I commanded. She didn't. Instead, she grabbed at my shirt and began to tug it away from my body. It really didn't do anything seeing as I was probably sixty pounds more than her but I didn't mind. As she lifted up her body a bit to move her face right on top of mine, I placed my hands on her lower hips and dug them into her skin. I started moving them up and under her shirt without even thinking about it. When my hands were about four inches away from the clasp of her bra she sucked hard on my tongue and I couldn't help but reach my fingers up to un-hook it.
We parted again for air and she moved her head down kissing my neck. She started sucking on the same sweet spot she'd found over a year ago and I put my hand down on her thigh and started messaging it slowly. I inched my hand up higher and higher on her thigh. She had left her mark on my neck and was now sucking lightly on my lower lip as I closed my eyes. She released my lip and breathed out "Nick…" longingly into my mouth. Just as I reached to pull her shirt over her head we heard a voice calling from downstairs
"Where's that game?!" Yelled Joe. We both laughed slightly and hung our heads in defeat.
"Why does this always happen?" Miley asked, annoyed. I helped her off of me and I waited for a moment for my… body to go back to its "normal" state as she hooked her bra back on and straightened out her hair. We grabbed the video off the dresser and walked downstairs.
"Jeez what took so long?" Frankie asked
"I bet I know" Joe sang obnoxiously, so low that only Miley and I could hear it. As we sat down on the sofa Miley snuggled into me and tried her best to kick Joe in the head as he and Frankie sat on the floor in front of us. I put my hand on her inner thigh as she sat down and rubbed it with the pad of my thumb. She held tightly onto my arm as I held the game controller, making it difficult to play; but I certainly didn't mind. We both felt the want between us as we tried to keep it PG for the other two people in the room. About fifteen minutes later, Frankie got up to get some drinks from the kitchen. Joe looked up and pouted as he saw Miley and I starring annoyingly into each other's eyes, huge goofy smiles on both our faces. I stretched to kiss her lightly on the nose and Joe smirked noticing the dark red mark along the side of my neck.
"Hmm. Was that always there?" he asked, arrogantly. Miley and I must've been thinking the same thing.
"Oh shut up," we said in unison.
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