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"Mrs. Jonas?"
"Miley, uh, how are you?" She sounded startled. Very unlike the composed Mrs. Jonas I knew.
"I'm good. What are you holding?" I was obviously suspicious.
"Oh nothing." It was a white stick or something like that from what I saw.
"Is that...?" Oh wow. It was a "test."
"Are you pregnant?" I whispered.
She nodded in my direction. "Look, Paul knows, but the boys don't. I was going to tell them all at the same time as a surprise. So you can't tell anyone, Miley."
"I won't. But..." I was trying to warn her about Nick's presence.
"What are you doing, Mi?" Nick walked up behind me to the situation. "Hi mom. What's going on?"
I guess that's when he saw the test. "What's that?"
"Honey, I need you not to tell your brothers or anyone else about this."
A light lit up his eyes when he found realization.
"Does dad know?"
"He and I suspected and I was going to tell all of you together. Well, I better get going. I have some papers to sign for you and your brothers." With that, she rushed out.
I'm pretty sure she just wanted to leave and that was just an excuse. I glanced at Nick. He had no emotion on his face.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, this is just too weird. I mean a baby? At her age? It's not right."
"So you don't want her to be pregnant?" I sat down at the edge of one of the bunks as Nick laid on it.
"I never said that. I don't really know how I feel. What if it's a girl?" I leaned my head back, connecting it with the top of his. If I were on the bed, our bodies would form a straight line.
"You're gonna be a great big brother no matter what. Frankie loves you."
"Frankie also loves inanimate rubber ducks and pirate swords."
"Try not to worry about it. Everything will work out the way it's supposed to."
Nick turned over on his stomach with his head hovering over mine upside down.
"Thanks Mi."
We shared a quick kiss and I smiled and gave out a light laugh.
"What?"
"Now I can say you were my first upside down kiss. How cool is that?"
"You are so weird sometimes."
"You don't think that's cool?"
"Yeah Mi, it's really cool." He gave in to my antics. It had been a long day and we fell asleep awaiting the next morning.
I woke up early in the morning. My body shifted so I was facing the boy holding me in his arms. My head rested in the crook of his neck.
"Morning Mi." His sweet voice rang through my head over and over.
"Morning Nicky." He sat up and I followed suit.
"No, lay down."
"Why?"
"Pwease?" He pleaded. I followed his request and he took his phone out.
"What are you doing?" He put a finger to his lips.
"Shhh." Flash after flash went off. When he was done, he laid back down next to me to look through the pictures.
"What was that for?" I felt his shoulders raise in a shrug when I, once again, rested my head on him.
"I don't have enough pictures of you."
"They're all of me except for like three."
"Well, like, maybe I, like, wanted more. Like, duh."
"Don't make fun of me." I cautioned playfully.
"Sowwy." He made me laugh and I stared.
"Stop it." I said softly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop being hot for like a minute. You make it hard to breathe right." I hid my face in his shoulder so he wouldn't see the red invading my cheeks.
"Did I just make Miley Cyrus blush? Wow, I am way better than I thought." I could tell he was smirking.
"Unhhhh..." I whined. My hand lightly smacked his chest.
"Ooh feisty." He teased me again.
I sat up and looked at him, biting my lip. "I'm mad at you." I told him so in a very childlike way and crossed my arms over my chest.
"You're mad at me?" He imitated me so I nodded.
"I don't think you're hot anymore." We sat there and looked at each other. Neither of us wanted to give in.
"Would it help if I said I thought you were hot?"
I pretended to think. "Maybe." He leaned in and I felt his breath hit my ear as he whispered the words to me. I couldn't help but give up.
"Okay, I forgive you."
"I knew you would Mi."
"Just shut up and kiss me." That's exactly what he did. It got more heated as the interaction didn't end. Our tongues intertwined as our hands did. I put my body weight on him and he fell back so I was on top of him. His plaid tie from last night was still on. My fingers played with it and his collar as it subtly came undone in result.
"Mi, we can't." His soft hand carressed my cheek. An apologetic smile dorned his face.
"Again?" He nodded. "What are we doing today?"
"Dodgers game?"
"Joe's idea?" Joe loved the Dodgers. They were his favorite baseball team. Knowing him, he'll be so excited.
"Yep. Do you want to go? We don't have to if you don't want to. I'd be fine with staying in this bus with you all day."
I smiled at him. "Let's go." No matter what he said I knew he really wanted to go too. I got off the bunk and crawled to my suitcase when he left to get his clothes from his own bus. Truthfully, I was still a little tired, but I hate feeling stuck. I'm an outdoors girl. I'd go mental if I stayed in this bus all day. I had two ideas of what I wanted to wear. I held them up in front of me as Nick walked in. Whoa, he changes fast. His arms wrapped around my bare waist. I was in my underwear and a t-shirt. I didn't expect him to come in.
"Hi beautiful." His chin was on my shoulder. "I like the one on the right."
"How did you know what I was doing?"
"Your nose gets all scrunched up when you're trying to decide something. Besides, you're kind of just standing here looking at clothes. Not rocket science."
"Why do you like that one?" It happened to be the one I was on the verge of picking.
"I don't know. I just think it's the one you'd choose." Every word that comes out of his mouth is so perfect, even if we were talking about my outfit for the day. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Mi."
We were getting into the car to go to the baseball game. It was a pretty cold afternoon. Demi couldn't come because she had interviews all day and Dallas was flying in with Madison. dallas is literally like my big sister. Just not by blood. At first I was really disappointed none of them could come, but apparently Camilla would be coming instead. Yes, Joe's Camilla. Thensame Camilla that "captivated" Joe's heart and helped break Taylor's. I have nothing against the girl but Taylor is never down. She's a huge ball of energy. When she called and told me the news I felt lke crying with her.
"What are you thinking about Mi?" Nick's voice broke through my trance.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing."
"You sure? Nothing you want to tell me?"
"I'm sure." I shot him a reassuring smile. His sweetness killed me sometimes. In a good way. If being dead were somehow good, of course. He tucked strands of hair behind my ear and i scooted over so he held me on his lap.
"I've been working on a new song."
"Really? That's awesome. What's it called?"
I must've sounded really enthusiastic because he laughed.
"I love when you do that, you know."
"Do what?"
"You get all excited about everything." Has he not realized that i'm probably his number one fan?
"Nah. Just when it involves you."
"Aww. I feel special." He said sarcastically.
"You're such a nerd." He stared me down.
"I know."
"I love that too."
"What else do you love?"
I leaned back and he whispered sweet nothings into my ear for the rest of the ride.
We succeeded in keeping a low profile while entering the stadium and snuck into our little v.i.p. box. It had gotten a lot colder by now and I was grateful for having picked a long sleeved shirt. Specifically, a black one to match my light wash jeans and brown uggs. Someone put blankets in the car so we used those and sat in the seats by the window side by side.
"I'm going to the bathroom, Mi. I'll be right back." I nodded then requested some snacks for him to bring back.
"Alright."
We were twenty minutes into the game and Camilla was already knocked completely out with her head on Joe's shoulder. I couldn't help but resent the view. I understood, though. She had a day off from filming her movie and probably only got a few hours of sleep. Joe spoke as we were the only ones in the room besides a sleeping Camilla.
"Miles?"
"Yeah?" I tore my fous from the field below.
"You know you're like my little sister."
"Mm hmm." What was he trying to get at?
"Well, as my "little sister" I need you to tell me the truth."
"What's wrong?" All it took was for him to glance at the girl next to him for things to click. "It's Taylor, isn't it?"
He looked at me guiltily.
"Do you think she's forgiven me?"
"Well..." I started off.
"The truth, remember?"
"Okay, the truth." I reminded myself. "When you hurt Tay like that it only takes one time." He winced at her nickname but I went on. "One time and she feels hurt for a little bit but she bounces back." I had a feeling he already knew all of this. "I think she's at peace with how things happened but I don't think..." I trailed off. "I don't think she's at peace with you. She misses who she thinks you were. She thinks it was a game and that you're a great actor." Silence filled the air.
"I get it. But I'm not that guy. I had my reasons." More silence. "Do you think it could happen?"
"No, Joey. I don't think so." A quiet tear slowly flowed down his cheek. I wiped it away for him. "I know it hurts because you think it's her. You think she's the only one. But right now, she doesn't think the same of you. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just telling you. It's not the end of the world. There's a girl out there who will love you no matter what. No matter what you say or do she won't leave you. I know you'll love her back just as well. You might have to break up with a few more girls before you meet her, but you will."
"What if I don't? What if I did but I screwed it up?"
"If it's meant to be you can't screw it up. If it's love like you think it is it won't just go away. In the meantime, all you can do is wait."
"You're a lot smarter than the fourteen year old I used to know."
"Well, I've had a lesson or two since then."
I held onto his arm with a soft grip and rested my head on it.
Little did they know a certain brunette heard every single word they spoke.
Nick walked in with the snacks but I stayed where I was. He gave me a quizzical look because of my position. I mouthed that I'd tell him later. Feeling bad, I held my hand out for him to take and he accepted. The Dodgers won and we stayed the night at a hotel before getting up insanely early for the next show. The whole rest of the week was a blast and now I had to go home. Mrs. Jonas told all of the boys about the baby and everyone was extremely excited. Apparently she was already a few months along and you could see the bump growing on her stomach. (a/n i really wanna write that part so it will come quicker than it would in real life. lol)
No words were spoken as the car made its way to the airport. We were in Dallas. It was planned that I'd go home after tonight's concert.
Once again, I was watching the boys perform on a t.v. screen backstage that came directly from a camera somewhere in the arena. They would be coming off any second now. As I kept watching I felt my stomach churning. Uh-oh. I ran and ran when I saw Nick coming down the same hallway I was entering. I had to get to a bathroom fast. When I went right past him clutching my abdomen I noticed his smile turn into a frown and worry. I couldn't talk, though. I busted through the door, got on my knees and threw up right into a toilet. Halfway through, a comforting hand was holding my hair and drawing circles on my arm and back. After that, I blacked out completely.
