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A/N: This is really short bbs! I'm sorry! If I had made it the normal length, it would have never been posted tonight and I put something up. Remember to review! Also, this gets juicier than the previous chapters, meaning that something actually happens. Haha. Enjoy!

Nick's POV

Kevin pulled me aside at the first chance he got which was the first time I let Angie out of my sight. I may be the young one but I knew what was going on. I also knew that Kevin was getting aggravated at how I was making her laugh but hey… I was funny sometimes and I would use that to my advantage.

"Listen, I see you hogging her all to yourself," Kevin began.

"What? You're spending as much time with her as I am," I interrupted.

"Which is the problem," he replied immediately. "So I'll grab Joe and you can do whatever for like a half an hour, whatever, right? But then I get my turn."

Huh. That could definitely be a possibility. I'd get an intimate shot at this. Kevin would probably try to ruin it but if I went first… yes, this could work.

"Alright," I responded, "but I want longer than a half hour, an hour at least."

"What am I supposed to do with Joe for an hour?"

"Do whatever," I said, aggravated that Kev was complaining when it was his idea in the first place. "I'll have to do it right after you do!"

"Fine, deal then," Kevin finished, holding out his hand to shake.

"Right now?" I confirmed.

"Yeah, as long as she's not doing something important or anything."

Kevin turned to run up the stairs and join Joe and Angie in the kitchen but I called his name, stopping him.

"Good luck," I said softly. Of course, I didn't want him to be successful but I didn't want to be a horrible person either. Kevin was my brother and I love him, really, I did.

"You too, little brother," he returned before turning to the stairs and beckoning me to follow.

It was more difficult to get a moment than I imagined. There was constantly someone showing up, asking her a question, showing her a dance move in the middle of the kitchen, wasting important Nick-Angie time.

After a year, at least, Joe challenged Kevin to an arm wrestle match, most likely to show off his guns. So I jumped at the chance and asked Angie if she could show me the dance again. She seemed surprised that I was interested in it but agreed so I followed her back downstairs.

I was only freaking out a little bit. My arms weren't shaking too bad so I figured that I would do alright. My stomach though, it was going crazy.

She moved to put the cd in but I stopped her.

"Angela, I need you to stand there, right here," I directed her in front of me. "And listen to what I have to say. Don't say anything until I'm finished, okay? I need to get this out."

She nodded and looked at me with a blank face. Did she know what was coming? I had no idea. Shit.

"Something happened to me when I stepped into this house and saw you for the first time. I don't know what exactly and I don't know why but I know that I've never met anyone like you before. Yuou're funny and smart, successful, you're fucking beautiful and I'm falling for you. So I need to know how you feel, if you feel any sort of the same way because I'm going crazy here not knowing. And I cannot leave here with the thought that I may have thrown away a shot at something amazing. And I don't care if you're eighteen and I'm fifteen, it doesn't matter because I'm twice as mature as Joe and I feel something here, And, I do and I just want to here that you do to."

I took a deep breath and tried to remember what I had just said to her. It was a huge ramble and I said it all so quickly.

She didn't say anything but stared at me and I got the feeling that she was making sure I was finished.

"I'm done," I added.

There was a second or two when I felt like I would start to panic. She didn't say anything and I couldn't tell what was going on behind those eyes.

Then, Angie shocked me by stepping close and hugging me tightly with her arms around my neck and her cheek pressed against mine. This was good, right? A good sign?

"Nick, this is impossible," she began and I felt my heart drop a foot or two.

"You have to leave and I have to stay here and that's going to be hard enough as it is. If we get more attached to each other, or rather, if I get any more attached to you than I already am, I don't even know…"

She pulled back to look me in the eyes but I kept my arms on her waist, wanting to keep her close. What was she saying? So, she did feel something? Or was she just trying to let me down gently? Fuck. Fuck… what?

"Nick, I'm not allowed to be feeling the things that I am. But, what am I feeling? I don't even know," she said, talking to both herself and me. "Yes, I like you. Yes, if you weren't leaving to tour the world, I would date you. But you are leaving and there's nothing we can do about that. What is supposed to happen in three days that won't break any hearts when you go?"

"That doesn't even matter, Ang," I replied quickly, wanting her to just get it. Just get it that I want to be with you and you need to stop making things difficult.

"People always say that if you're dedicated enough, you can make any relationship work," I tried. "And I'm dedicated enough. You've done something to me, I can't let this go."

"So you'd be okay with seeing me once every five months? You'd text me a couple times a day and call when both of our schedules allowed it. That would be okay? That's not even a relationship," she rebutted.

I hated hearing what she was saying but it was her tone of voice that kept me going. I could tell that she hated the situation we were in, having to be away from each other. This could work. I knew it.

"No, it wouldn't be like that…"

"How wouldn't it?"

"What about Kevin?" I blurted out of nowhere.

"Kevin?" she confirmed, confused that I would bring him up.

I needed to know how she felt about Kevin. That could change everything. Was I wasting my breath? Was I spending too much time in my head asking myself questions? Yes. I was.

"Do you feel for Kevin too?" I asked.

"Nick, that came out of nowhere," she replied, avoiding the question.

"So you do, that's fine. I just needed to know. That changes thing…" I told her, trying not to sound upset about it.

She sighed softly and paused for a moment before replying.

"Nick, you've been here for two days, this is moving too fast…"

"This is all the time we have, I don't want to waste…"

"Wait," she cut me off. "It's moving too fast for me to figure it all out. I won't lie to you. I like you, I feel something for you. But I feel something for Kevin too. You cannot expect me to be able to make any sort of decision, if I even have to at all, after only two days."

I nodded and adjusted my hands that had not moved from her waist. I could accept what she said, definitely.

"Okay, but please, think about it. You may not think so, but I know that we can make this work somehow," I told her.

I was finished with wondering if I was losing my mind. It took a minute for me to fall for her and it would take a million times more for me to fall out.

"Nick…," she said, scaring me a bit with her tone. I sucked in a deep breath and moved my hands to cup her cheeks.

"Angela, I need to kiss you," I warned before pressing my lips to hers.

There was only a moment of hesitation before she responded, returning my kiss and tangling her fingers in my hair. I pushed against her lips with my tongue, asking to be let in and she allowed it. My hands were moving, just by themselves, over her back and waist and I'm pretty sure that hers were moving too but I couldn't feel a goddamn thing besides my lips on hers.

I don't know how it happened but I opened my eyes and had her pinned against the mirror. It was the perfect moment, like we were so into each other and it was just us at that moment, holed up in the studio, making out.

Kevin was going to flip a shit when he heard about this.

Kevin…

I hesitated for just a moment and Angela had to notice. She just had to.

"Oh, you're so right, that was bad," she said.

"I didn't say anything," I replied, keeping my forehead against hers, just in case she was ready for more.

"Your body did."

"I remembered something." Shit. No. Nick Jonas, if you bring up Kevin at a time like this, you're in big trouble. Big trouble.

"What did you remember?" she asked before pressing another soft kiss to my wet lips.

Fuck.

"Kevin."

Shit.

"You're thinking about Kevin at a time like this?" she asked with a small chuckle.

I'm officially the stupidest person in the world.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't know…"

"It's sweet," she said. "You care about him, his feelings, his…"

I cut her off with my lips but didn't let it accentuate into anything crazy like before.

"I'm a sensitive guy," I informed her.

"Nick, this was incredibly amazing but so very wrong at the same time," she said with a smile.

"How is it wrong?" I asked before pressing a line of kisses to her neck.

This was it, I got her. I knew it. She wasn't pushing me away or making any sort of indication that she didn't really want to do this.

"Can I make up an excuse?"

"No," I grinned. "You can't."

"Nick, this can't mean anything," she tried.

"Just because it can't doesn't mean that it doesn't," I replied. "You mean that it shouldn't."

"No, I mean…" She laughed and I knew that I had gotten her. "I mean… don't put words into my mouth Nicholas Jonas!"

"You love it," I grinned at her, "You know you do."

"Okay, listen," she started, moving ever so slightly to give me the hint that she wanted to stand up straight without being wedged between me and the wall.

I took a small step back and nodded for her to continue.

"I don't regret what just happened but it probably shouldn't happen again until I figure some things out," she told me.

"Until you figure out how you feel about Kevin," I finished for her.

"I didn't say that," she poked me with a slight grin. "But yeah, really, it's not fair to beat around the bush. You're right."

"That's okay," I told her, feeling pretty confident about myself. What could Kevin do that I haven't done?

"Just don't forget about me," I added, running a finger down her cheek.

"I could never. But when we go back upstairs, be professional," she requested.

"Oh, Angela, fuck the professionalism!" I exclaimed with a grin. I just couldn't joke with a straight face, not with her.

"Nick, please understand that I can't make any promises," she said, staring intently into my eyes.

"I know, I'm not asking you to," I responded. "I just feel better getting everything off my chest."

"Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and act like nothing happened, yeah?"

I nodded. It was alright, I'd get plenty of bragging in later.

She turned to go but I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me once more, needing one more kiss, just in case it was my last.

"Thank you Nick," she said once I pulled back, "For being open with me."

Oh, score Nick Jonas. You are the man.

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