Dallas Arena
Sunday, June/21/2009

The crowd busted our ear drums as Nick and I walked around the round stage, singing our song. They got even louder, if possible, when the last line was sung and Nick and I exchanged a 'best friend' hug. Goosebumps covered my skin when I saw absolutely everyone in the stadium on their feet, a large smile appearing on my face when I saw a sign for Nick and I.

I stepped onto the mini stage in the middle, which lowered me down under the platform. I winked at Nick and felt my heart still racing long after I had come back down. We did it. Nick and I had completely shocked everyone in the crowd, the Twitter world, Hollywood even? It had gone off perfectly, every light was angled and the band was flawless. Nick was just perfect, as usual.

"Good job Honey!" my Mom freaked with me, Daddy rubbing my shoulder with a smile. The crew ran around us, completely ignoring the freak out. But a few gave me smiles, that weren't busy preparing for the next song. Soon enough this would be my life, unless another problem got in the way. Telling Joe and Kevin suddenly popped into my mind, ruining the moment.

"I have to tell Joe and Kevin soon, after the show. They only have a few songs left! What am I going to say to them?" I asked, my heart starting to race again. I felt my stomach and almost felt it growing already.

Mom started to rub my shoulders while Dad talked to Paul on the other side of the room. "They'll understand Hon. they've been your brothers for years now, they won't judge you. You're their little sister, Nick's their little brother. Even if they did get mad, we're all practically family now. Alright? Don't worry about it. Please?" She stared intently into my eyes until I nodded, unconvinced.

A couple of songs and many cheers later, I stood at the stages edge alone, waiting for Nick to come down. The cheers were still bursting ear drums, for a minute I couldn't believe how far they'd come. But they deserved it, they worked hard for it, they were bound to come so far.

"Miles!" I heard Nick shout, finally down as the audience began to leave. I waved shyly, surrounded by crew workers. He gave his guitar to a policeman looking guy, and ran until he was holding me. "You did amazing tonight, thanks for coming. Everyone loved it so much." I nodded and nestled my head farther into the crook of his neck. I couldn't even think about how amazing the show had went, I was to busy watching Kevin and Joe hug friends who had come goodbye. I watched the glow in their eyes from their first show of the tour. I was going to break that glow tonight.

"Hey, you okay?" He followed my stare at Joe and Kevin, before holding my head and making me face him.

"Please don't tell me you're worried about that, are you?" I nodded. "They'll get over it Miles, I can't tell you anything else but that. They're family, they can't stay mad forever. You know that. Please don't get stressed about it. Come on, let's go to my dressing room. You can rest there for a bit while I change, then we'll get Joe and Kevin and tell them. Okay? I don't want you to get stressed, it's bad for the..." He held me around my waist, and gestured towards my stomach.

I tried to smile a real 'Miley' smile, as he would say, but it didn't convince him. He took my hand and led me to his dressing room, ignoring questioning glances of crew members. I tried to hide my face as much as I could, but it failed. He shut the door behind him, and swung me around against the wall. I was about to protest because he didn't lock the door, but his lips against mine so rough like that made me numb, in a good way. I was breathing heavily when he pulled away.

"That's a Miley smile. Now please don't stress about it because it's just as much as my fault we're in this situation, okay?" he whispered, leading me to the one seat couch in his temporary dressing room. I nodded and sat down in the chair, watching as Nick stripped down from show clothes and into sweats and a white tank top, with black Converse on his feet. He looked so different, you could barely recognize him.

"You're clothes are in the bus, right?"

I felt my face frown again. "I have to leave tomorrow. And film the movie, with Liam. You're going to be gone with Joe and Kevin will like December. How are we going to do this?" I whispered as he pulled me up from the couch. I smoothed out my dress before I let him walk me out. Nick looked confused.

"Wait, you're still going to do the movie?" he asked. I'm surprised he had thought otherwise.

"Of course. I'll only be a little over two months by the time we finish. It's not like there are any stunts that I have to do. And how could I drop out of the film when Nicholas made the part special for me? Nicholas is a God in the author's world, that'd be such an insult to him, you know that. Though the thought of having to kiss Liam daily for the movie disgusts me. I'd rather be making out with you like that," I whispered, passing by a crew worker wearing a seductive smile on my face. He winked at me, and held my waist as we headed over to the bus.

Jonas Tour Bus
Sunday, June/21/2009

We sat in the small bus living room, my legs sat over Nicks. A random movie was on tonight, It was almost 11, I should be asleep. But this was obviously more important. "You want to call Joe and Kev now? I can't wait any longer." He nodded and got up and into the hallway of bunk beds, one actual bedroom in the very back. Nick pulled the drapes of their bunks, and asked them to come out.

"We need to tell you something." I was trying to act as normal as I could as they walked out and plopped down onto the other couches.

"What's up girl?" Joe asked. He was trying to act all diva-ish today. One of Joe's many weird games. One day, he was a cowboy, another, a spacemen. I don't even know how he knew all that stuff about spacemen.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? You're leaving pretty early tomorrow." Thanks for the reminder Kevin.

"Yeah, but this is kind of more important. Nick and I need to tell you both something. And it's pretty big," I explained, watching Kevin lean forward and Joe check out his nails. "Um, well, after the Send It On shoot, you know how Nick came to my house?" They both nodded, not really thinking about it.

"Okay, I'm sorry if this grosses you out or anything, but... I, Miley and I, had..." Nick's excessive blushing and my cheeks already the color of a fire truck spilt it for them.

"Oh, EW!" Joe shouted, covering his eyes. "BAD IMAGES, BAD IMAGES, MY MIND!" he yelled, running around the bus, almost tripping over Nick. Nick and I blushed even more deeply, I watched Kevin shift in his awkward stance on the couch.

"JOE! We're not finished..." Nick said, pulling him back into the living room. When he finally settled down, Nick started to talk again. "Um, that day when I went to Miles a couple days ago. Um, we fo-found out that..." He cut off.

""I'm pregnant," I stated for him. I watched as their mouths started to slowly open, Joe whispering 'oh my god.' "Yeah, I'm having your younger brother's baby, you two are going to be uncles and Brandi and Noah will be aunts. And I'm as scared as hell. That's what we needed to tell you. So there, shout at me and then never talk to me again, I deserve it. Because I'm such a stupid slut!" I cried, jumping up and running out the tour door, into the empty parking lot and summer wind.

Tour Parking Lot
Sunday, June/21/2009

"MILEY!" I heard him run after me as I ran to the edge of the parking lot, looking beyond the fence at the city below. Cold wind nipped at my face, I was shivering in seconds. That was until I felt his arms wrapping around behind me and holding me as tight as they could.

"Please look at me Miley," he whispered, turning me around and trying to get my eyes lined with his. He was in his clothes for bed, I saw goose bumps forming on his arms. Then suddenly felt them on my exposed skin. I was wearing shorts and one of Nicks t-shirts, and I was darn cold right now. It was only June.

"Don't ever call yourself that again, please? You're not a slut. A playboy bunny is a slut. You're always saying how those teenage pregnancies aren't sluts? Then why the heck are you calling yourself that? That's double standards and you and I both know it. You're having a baby Miley, if the world can't deal with that. Let them go find a life and stop caring about ours. Please? It's killing me to see you cry like this every two seconds, and not smile all the time like you used too. We're all worried Miles," he explained, wrapping me up in his arms.

"It-It's just all the stuff everyone is going to say about me. They all call me the Disney slut anyway, I can't e-even imagine what they're going to say about me now. I'm going to laughed out of Hollywood Nick," I cried, getting his t-shirt all wet.

"Hey, if you get laughed out, I'll get laughed out with you. We still have a few months to plan this, until you start to show. Let's go back into the bus and discuss it with Kevin and Joe, alright? You're shivering." I nodded and let him lead me back into the bus, where Joe and Kevin stood, talking.

Jonas Tour Bus
Sunday, June/21/2009

"Maybe we should call Demi?" Joe asked, as I walked in. "Mile!" he whispered, running down the length of the bus and pulling me in. My body started to shake again while he rubbed my hair like Trace did whenever I was upset.

"Everything will be fine Miley," Kevin whispered, holding my shoulder. It was the first time he looked like he actually looked at me like I was his sister instead of a whore for the first time in years. Joe led me to the couch and sat beside me, Kevin and Nick across us.

"What am I going to do?" I croaked.

"One question, you're keeping it?" Kevin whispered, running a hand through his curly hair.

"Of course, I could never kill it." I heard some crew workers outside and suddenly felt like the walls of the tour bus were watching and listening to us.

Joe nodded and patted my knee, Kevin smiled too. At least they weren't mad at me for that.

"This is kind of embarrassing but I researched it last night. It depends on the women, but since Miley is slender, she'll start showing sooner than others. She has about two months, so you'll be fine for your movie. Even though I hate you're going to be away from me for so long," Nick explained. I nodded and dried my cheeks, straightening up on the couch.

"Not like I want to be there either. But what am I going to do for the tour? I start right after I finish up the movie. I'll start to show, it's not safe for the baby. And I saw some of the sketches for the costumes; let's just say they're not for a pregnant pop star." More for those cheerleaders in high schools.

"I guess we'll have to talk to Disney and figure something out. To cancel the tour as you get bigger." Kevin saw the devastated look on my face. "They'll let you make the missed dates back up next year Miles, but you can't risk hurting yourself or the baby like that. People are going to find out anyway, so we shouldn't have to cancel the tour altogether. But who are you thinking of telling till then?" he asked.

I thought for a moment. "The Cyrus family, just my parents and siblings, with Mammy and my Grandma Ruthie. For friends, Mandy, Lesley and Demi, of course. Disney will know soon enough, and it'll spread all over the world. But I want to keep it as secret as possible for as long as possible. So I guess I'll wear sweatshirts as long as I can till it's impossible not to tell."

"You're going to have to tell the people at your movie set Miles, so you have a reason for getting sick or having mood swings day to day. Maybe even Liam," Nick mumbled as I realised how many people I HAD to tell. I would be getting sick all over set, and my mood swings would have people asking me if I'm bipolar. I would have to shoot a scene of acting overjoyed when I could feel like crying in a corner. I suddenly realised how hard this was going to be.

"Crud," I muttered, letting my head fall into my hands. "Who are you guys planning on telling? Nick?" I asked.

Joe spoke up. "Well, since our parents know. Now it's Frankie when it becomes obvious, Maya, Demi. Our grandparents, they should know they're having a grandchild. Danni will have to know, right? But that's about it till it starts to get out. Like you, I don't think any of us want someone to know before they need too." I nodded and silently agreed. I wonder what Danielle would think of me after this.

"Wait, what are you going to say when they ask who the father is?" Kevin whispered, as if the crew members were listening outside the windows.

I thought about it for a second. "I'll let them think what they want to think of who the father is. I'm already going to get you in enough trouble, there doesn't need to be more than absolutely necessary," I explained. They all remained quiet while I told myself that it was the right decision. I was the one who asked Nick to continue in my room that day, this was my fault. And no matter all the crap I was going to get, Nick didn't have to go through it too.

I thought we were done for the night till Nick spoke up. "I'm not letting you take the blame for everything. This is my fault, as much as it is yours. This is my kid, as weird as that is to say, and the world will know that. They WILL know that the youngest Jonas Brother is having a kid. And no one is going to change my mind," he declared. I began to protest and tried to convince him to not, but he stood up from the couch and knelt before me.

"I know you feel guilty for this, but Miles, this is my fault too. And I couldn't live with myself if I let you take the blame for it, so don't even think about it. Okay? Now, it's late. And you're leaving pretty early tomorrow. Let's go to sleep, I can hear the parents coming in." I smiled as much as I could with the thought of leaving in my head, giving him a quick kiss before letting him lead me into the hallway. I stopped before we left the room and faced Kevin and Joe.

"Thanks guys, for being so understanding about it. I'm so sorry though, and I love you all, a whole lot. Night!" I said, giving them each a hug before letting Nick lead me to his bunk bed.

"Your bed?" I asked in confusion. He nodded and helped me onto it.

"I asked our parents, and they said it was fine because you're going to be leaving for so long tomorrow morning. So we shall spend our final night together," he whispered, crawling in. I leaned onto him, resting my head on his shoulder and feeling his arm around my stomach. For once this whole trip, my entire body relaxed. My eyes began to close, when I heard Nick quietly sing My Girl to me. I reached up and gave him one sweet kiss, before falling in dreams with the lyrics running through my head.

Well, I guess you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
Miley, Miley, Miley,
Talkin' 'bout Miley, Miley.

mileycyrus Had an awesome time with the jonasbrothers tonight! :)

Last line is a Miley tweet, kay?

HI :) Adorable ending, eh? So sorry this is late, hopefully the long-ness of i will make it up? It's exam week, so no chapter atleast till Satuday, meaning in one week.

QUESTION: (please answer)
Would you rather:
1. have only a couple of chapter for the summer with Niley apart, the chapters oly having some sorts of drama.
2. have atleast 10+ chapteres of Miley on set, and Nick on tour and such. Meaning more chapters with Niley apart.

I need to know.

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I'll Stand By You-The Pretenders

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