They soon land at LAX, claiming their baggage as Joe eyes Nick with a bitter expression, probably jealous that he got to sit next to Nivea for 7 hours. Nick didn't care enough to ask.

Since it was a big group, they had to depart home in three different trucks, and much to Joe's dismay, Nivea and Cami weren't in the same one the brothers were in. But his face lights up when he sees her step out of the black range-rover. Everyone collects their gatherings, thank the crew goodbye, and head inside. Nivea steps into the estate with her eyes wide, admiring their home. It's the most beautiful one she's ever seen, not to mention spacious. It was loaded with family photos and scented candles, which made her smile.

Joe extends his arms proudly. "This is our home, and we want to welcome you to it, since it's going to be yours now."

Nivea hesitates. "Well, temporarily."

"Uh, yeah. However long you need." He kicks his luggage aside and grabs her hand. "Let me show you and Cami you guy's room!"
He races off to the room next to the kitchen, Nick and Cami following closely behind. Nivea looks around as he pulls her, taking in certain details. Refridgerator? Check. Flat screen TV? Check. Pinball machine? Uh.... Check. Joe kicks open the room and smiles, looking at Nivea for her reaction.

Truth is, she loves it. Real (and fake) plants were everywhere, the green matching perfectly with the cherry-wood floors. Drapes flowed across the window seat, adding just the right lighting. Two queen sized beds sat directly infront of the wall implanted flat screen. It was anything Nivea ever wanted in a room, but she wasn't one for showing emotions.

"It's...it's very...pretty. It'll do just fine." She said, trying her best not to grin from ear to ear. Nick's expression fell flat, probably dissapointed by her gratefulness, but Joe continued to smile, seeing past her phony act of carelessness, which made her even more nervous.

Cami, however, had no problem saying what she really felt. "This is SO funkadelic! I love love love it! The is MORE than pretty, Nivea! E divino!"

Nivea blushes and sits down on her bed near the window, lying her bag next to her. "Was it your guest room?"

Nick nods. "But we called our maid Margarita before we got here to she could add some more plants to make you feel at home. Because this is, well, your home. For now." Joe elbows him, and Nick winces. "Well, however long you'd like to stay, or whichever term you prefer."

She nods and looks around, seeing if she missed anything spectacular, like an indoor jacuzzi. Joe sighs. "Well, we hope you like your jail cell."

Nivea snaps her head in his direction. Jail cell? What? She knew it was too good to be true. Her father probably put them up to this.

Joe notices her anxiety, and puts his hands up in surrender. "Chill, I was kidding."

She cocks her head. "It was a joke," He presses on, "it wasn't true?" She places her hand over her heart and sighs a breath of relief. "Sorry, I thought jokes were supposed to be funny."

Nick snickers and pats Joe on the back. "Roasted!"

--Note: Sorry it's short! I'll make an effort to make it longer next time ;)