Chapter 14: Some Relationships Begin While Others End?
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but it really wasn't my fault. I immediately started this chapter as soon as I posted the other one. But I got in trouble for something that wasn't my fault and my mom took my lap top away from me. Therefore I had to finish writing at night when my parents fell asleep and I'd sneak in and take my lap top out of their room. Then whenever my body would physically fall asleep I'd sneak it back in their room. So for my fans I am up at two in the morning writing. I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. It might seem a little weird, but it will all come together at some point in the chapter. Like I said everything has a reason to be in my story.
Mimi yawned and started to scratch her armpit as she looked at the nightstand with the alarm clock on it. It was only 2:15? She thought to herself as she got out of the bed. She was wearing a long nightgown that went past her knees and read, "little miss sunshine". It had been a week since she first started to sleep over here and she still couldn't find herself on a consistent sleeping pattern. Most nights, she would just sit up and look at the ceiling daydreaming about one day becoming something big, but her stomach was growling so she decided to get something to eat. As she was about to walk down the steps she turned around sensing something.
"What are you doing awake?" asked Frankie as he rubbed is eyes.
She turned around startled. "I am just going downstairs to get a snack." She whispered trying not to wake anybody up. "What are you doing?"
"I was just going to the bathroom." He told her as he pointed down the hall. "Why are you being so quiet?"
"Because I don't want to wake anybody up. Now go to bed you have school in the morning." She whispered as she pointed to his bed.
"Gees, you sound like my mother." Frankie replied as he crossed is arms and walked down the hallway to use the bathroom."
Mimi chuckled quietly as she began tiptoeing down the steps. She loved Frankie; he was too cute for his own good. It was a wonder why that boy wasn't famous by now? As she stepped on the last step she looked at the kitchen. The light was beaming and she was hoping that it was Joe. When she walked in she had no luck.
"Hey, Mimi, right?" Lyle asked as he sat down on the island in his kitchen.
"Yeah, that's my name." She told him politely as she went over to the refrigerator and looked at the shelves. There wasn't really much in there so she closed the door.
"So how'd you meet my son?" Lyle asked as he dumped a cookie into his glass of milk and put the cookie in his mouth.
Mimi began to look in the cabinets. She was trying really hard not to look at him. Every time she did she couldn't get that picture out of her head. Maybe that's why she couldn't sleep now a days? "I met him the day he broke up with Anna."
"Oh, I see. The day that he came in drunk?"
She took a cup out of the cabinet and went back over to the refrigerator. "So you know about that, huh?" She asked shocked.
"I didn't find out until the day after. He had a mean hangover and if I weren't so worried about Nick…" He started to get frustrated. He calmed down and looked at his glass of milk.
She was surprised by the sudden silence. She took out the milk and sat across from him. "Sir, what's wrong?" She asked genuinely concerned.
He looked up at this girl. The girl that had been living in his house for a week and had barley said anything to. "I'm a failure." He stated sadly as he got up and put his dish in the sink.
"No, you are not." Mimi told him having mixed feelings about what she was doing. "You have just made a few mistakes."
"Really, because right now my life feels like shit. I used to be the happiest man alive a few years ago. When I would come home and have dinner with my wife and back then I had three sons. I would play basketball with them and baseball. We would wrestle until Teresa would walk in and say, 'You boys stop and come get ready for dinner'. And I'd say 'I'm not a boy I am a grown man' and kiss her on the cheek. My boys used to look up to me and say 'Dad, I wanna be just like you'. Now it seems like they can't even stand the sight if me."
"I don't know what you are talking about? Your boys still adore you. Kevin adores you so much that when you didn't give him your blessing he broke off his engagement to Shelby. Joe loves you so much that when we talk about our future he always says he wants to name his first son after you. I don't know Nick, but what I do know is out there in the real world is tough. He probably misses you so much. And little Frankie, you are the only parent he has left. During those teenager years that whole 'I hate my parent' thing will come, but he will admire you in the long run."
Lyle was amazed at half of the things that Mimi had said. "How come I didn't know any of this?" He was kind of hurt and happy at the same time.
"Kevin's to ashamed to tell you, Joe is to embarrassed, Nick probably just realized that he had it good, and Frankie is to young to really understand any of this."
He smiled for the first time in ages, "You know kid you are one unique girl." He told her as he patted her on the back.
Just than Mimi got this insane flashback:
Mimi stood there in her room with her pajamas on. She was playing dolls with her doll that her dad had brought her. She heard a few yells in the hall. She went over to her door and cracked it open a bit. She watched as her mother was on the floor crying.
"Please, I can't leave here. I will pay you the rent next month I promise." She cried as she begged to some big dude who was standing there with his arms crossed.
"That's it Leena!" He screamed, "You have been late for two months in s row now. I can't keep taking your promises."
"Listen", she said as she wiped her tears and got off of the floor. She trailed her fingers seductively over his black T-shirt that fit him just enough to show his toned muscles. "I'll do whatever you want me to." She licked her lips.
The man took his diesel arms and slapped her finger. "Come on Leena stop it. You know you aint that attractive like that."
Mimi watched as her mother frowned. She never knew what that word unattractive meant. All she knew was that a lot of guys called her mom that.
Her frown quickly turned upside down as she hatched an idea. "Your right, I am ugly. I mean with my big breasts and thighs. You see all these scars on me from my childhood. I guess me and my daughter will just have to move out."
The guy thought for a second and looked at this woman. "Oh, my little Mistisha." He thought as he daydreamed in his head. How such a beautiful little girl came out of somebody so ugly was confusing.
"If you want her." She said her with disgust. She hated how her daughter was so beautiful. It made her look like a fool. "Then I can arrange that to be done. Under certain conditions. First off you have to use a condom. Second, you take this as rent for the previous two months, this month, and the next three months." She stated with her head high.
"Sure, Leena. I have to go and stack up before I go in there. Make sure she is ready by the time I come back." He commanded her while he rushed out the door.
"Mistisha, baby come here." She said in the nicest voice possible.
She walked out of the room still holding her doll tight. "Yes, mommy?" She asked as she looked up at her mother. She smiled and her yellow teeth were bright like the sun.
Leena put her hand through her daughter's hair. At this point in time it was a dirty blond. "Come on and follow mommy to the bathroom." As she had taught her daughter she listened to her.
Something in the gut of nine-year-old Mistisha's belly was telling her that the 'her' her mom was referring to was she.
Leena took out the stool and told her to stand on it. Once she did she began to come her hair. "How's school going?"
"Not good mommy, everybody keeps making fun of me. They say that I am ugly because I am mixed. What are they talking about momma?"
As she continued to brush her daughters long beautiful hair she said, "Well, sweetheart you may have noticed that I am dark. You on the other hand are very tan."
"I just thought that I would grow my color?" She told her as she held her doll to her chest.
"No, Mistisha. You may never get darker because you are mixed. I am black and your father is white."
"So what am I?" She asked confused.
"You are 50 of both." She told her as she put the brush on the sink. She opened up the cabinet and took out a make-up kit. "You are one of the lucky ones who gets blessed with the good of both cultures." She told her starting to get jealous herself. She started to put make-up on her daughter.
"So that's why they are so mean to me momma? They want to be mixed like me?" She said with a smile.
"Yeah, you have a butt and curves like my side of the family and you have long hair and a pretty complication from your fathers side." She stated the obvious.
She smiled as she started to understand.
"And you are going to do mommy a favor." She said with a smile as she put the make-up kit back in the bathroom cabinet. "Look at yourself." She told her as she smiled.
She looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow, momma I look so grown up." She said happily as she touched her face. It had warm colors of make-up on it.
"I know baby." She said as she patted her on her back. "You look beautiful like you always do." She told her daughter with a hint of jealousy yet again in her voice. Sometimes she wondered how she could be jealous of her own daughter's beauty? She was the one who indeed helped in the process of creating her. But all of her looks came from her handsome fathers side of the family. All she had blessed her daughter with was her thighs, waist, curves, and butt.
"Why do I look like this momma? Am I going to go somewhere important? She snapped her mother out of her thoughts.
"No, baby you are going to do something very important for mommy, though." She replied as she helped her off of the stool. She heard the door open and close.
"Is she in the room?" She heard his booming voice.
"Johnny, could you stop trying to intimidate somebody!" Leena screamed as she put her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "She'll be in there in a minute. You just go and make yourself ready."
"Momma, what are you talking about?" The nine-year-old asked confused.
"Mistisha, honey I need you to go in there and do whatever the nice Johnny man tells you." She tried to sound like it was okay what she was doing.
"But mommy, that man scares me." She cried.
"He wont hurt you I promise. What he is going to do to you is perfectly fine. It's what humans do to reproduce." She made it seem as if what they were doing was natural.
"I don't wanna mommy. I don't wanna!" She screamed and cried as she backed away from her mother.
"Mistisha Leanne Jones you are going to do what I tell you!" She screamed back at her daughter pointing her finger at her.
"Alright." She knew better than to argue with her mother. She would get a beating for sure. She felt as her mother patted her in the back all the way until she entered the dark, creepy, scary room.
"Mimi? Mimi?" Lyle said still patting her on the back.
Mimi came back to the present. She jumped away from Lyle as quickly as she could. "I'm sorry." She stated as she shook her head frantically. She began to hear his laughter.
"Are you alright?" He asked truly concerned.
She stopped shaking her head and looked at the guy. "Yes, I am fine. I just spaced out for a moment. That's all!" She said defensively.
"Okay, I didn't say that you didn't."
"I should get to bed. I have school in the morning." She went over to the table and put the milk back into the refrigerator.
"Thank you for being so nice."
She looked at him shyly and put a small smile on her face. "No problem, Sir." She walked out of the kitchen slowly.
"Wait!" Lyle said stepping out the kitchen. She was about to go up the stairs. Once she turned around he said, "Please call me Lyle or Mr. Jonas is fine."
"How about Mr. L?"
"Sure, Mr. L would be fine." He replied with a supportive smile.
Next Day:
Mary-Anne yawned as she heard the doorbell ring. She went down the steps and opened the door to her house.
"Good morning, Mrs. Cyrus." The Chief officer of the town police station greeted her.
"Hello", she replied as she opened the door wider telling the officer to come in. A younger officer accompanied him.
"This is Officer Henderson." He greeted the two as all three of them stood near the front door. "He has been looking for your daughter and the young man that is with her since you two first called reporting them missing."
Mary-Anne put out her hand and shook his while smiling. "I assume that you guys have found my daughter?"
Officer Henderson nodded his head. "I have tracked them down. They are in New York living in an apartment. Your daughter now goes by the name Hannah and has dyed her hair blond. The boy that she is with has dyed his hair black and now goes by the name Nate." He informed her. "I have called around and they are fine."
Mary-Anne felt as if a huge relief had been lifted off of her shoulders. "So can I go and see her?"
"That depends what you want us to do. We can call over to the police station in New York and have them stay at a station until you two get there. Or you two may go and get them at the apartment yourselves." The Chief told the newly happy mother.
"I will talk it over with Mr. Jonas next door. I will inform you two on our decision later."
"I am afraid to tell you that if we don't get going right now they might find out we are watching them. They will try to run again and we will have to wait another month until we can locate them again." Officer Henderson explained.
"I quit my job the day that my daughter ran away with that…Nick. Mr. Jonas on the other hand has three jobs and kids at home. I am pretty much sure that he can't just get up and leave to New York."
"We will tell his bosses that he must be excused. Hopefully he can find a babysitter for his kids. If not you can just go by yourself."
Mary-Anne really didn't want to go by herself. She wanted to go with Lyle so that they could talk. They hadn't really talked to each other since the whole predicament a week ago. She held that warning that his son Joe had given her greatly. She was scared that if she went over their Joe might really loose it.
"If you would like I can go over there and talk with Mr. Jonas."
"I would greatly appreciate that." She replied afraid that Joe might be home.
Jonas Residence:
Lyle looked at his watch as he went to go see how could be ringing his doorbell this time of day. He really had to leave for work before he was late. When he opened it his heart dropped. "What did one of my boys do now?" He asked the officer.
Officer Henderson looked at the man confused. "NO, I am Officer Henderson."
"I know who you are. You are the one that arrested my son Kevin a few years back when he got into that fight." He remembered.
"I remember, that was like one of my first arrestee. It was only my second day on the job." He told the guy. He remembers he was afraid of this man a couple of years ago when he first came here. He knew the house looked oddly familiar.
"So who did something know?" He asked as he frantically looked at his watch. "Because I really have to go to work."
"Nobody did anything Sir. Your son, Nick? I have been the cop assigned on finding him and the young girl Miley. They have an apartment in New York. Your son dyed his hair black and now goes by the name Nate. Miley now has blond hair and goes by the name Hannah."
"That's good news." Lyle stated forgetting about going to his job.
"The problem is that we can do one of two things. We can call up the police station in New York and make them wait there until you and Mrs. Cyrus get there. Or you two can go and surprise them yourselves. I know that you have a job to tend to, but…"
"It's alright, I can always get more jobs, but I can never have another Nicholas." He replied as he rubbed his now noticeable stubble.
"Okay then I guess as soon as Mrs. Cyrus is done getting ready we can hit the road. It takes a while to get here from New York."
"I know, but first I have to talk to my son about watching my youngest son."
"Of course, Mr. Jonas." The officer backed away to the door and stood there rocking back and forth in his uniform.
Lyle walked up the stairs hesitantly. He hadn't really talked to Joe since the whole incident. He knocked on the door slowly as he heard the sound of loud music in his room.
Joe opened the door in nothing but a towel. "What do you want?" He screamed over the music.
"Can I come in? It's very important." He now screamed over the music. He watched as Joe went over to the radio and turned it down. Then he went and sat on his bed.
"What's up pops?" He asked looking at his bed.
"You can't even look me in the eyes, can you?" Lyle walked into his room and leaned on his dresser, which was to the right of the door.
"I hope you aint come in here to talk about what I saw because I kind of wanna forget about it."
"Actually I came to ask you to watch Frankie for a while. They found your brother. He is in New York. It takes about a day to get there and a day to get back."
"You need me to watch Frankie for two days? Why can't we just drop him off at grandpa's house? He is always complaining about how we never see him. Or maybe Aunt Lula? "
"The last time your grandpa watched Frankie he ended up getting lost. Which is just sad considering that he is 82. Your Aunt Lula has so much going on right now. She is on her fourth husband already."
"I thought she just married Uncle Gabrielle? What happened to those two?"
"I don't know. I love my sister, but she is really hard to love."
"So what about Uncle Mark on mom's side? He loves it when we come over there."
"He's now a she."
Joe still looking down on the bed and cringed. "What?"
"Don't even ask anymore. Why can't you just baby-sit your brother?"
"I just wanna have some alone time with Mimi. I think I am ready to make my first move with her." Joe explained with a smile.
"Well, after your brother goes to sleep tonight you two will have a whole lot of time for you to make the first move."
"But dad…what about Aunt Jen on mom's side? She has our cousin Chris that's around Frankie's age."
"She lives all the way on the other side of Tennessee. But if you want to drive him over there than go ahead." He shrugged. "Just make sure to not talk about your mom when you go over there. She still has a lot of regret for the last time she talked to her."
"What happened?"
"They got into a fight about something and they never spoke again. By the time she was ready to talk to your mother she was in the coma. Then she died before she ever got the chance to make up with her."
"Wow, no wonder I don't remember Aunt Jen like that. I just remember when we were little she used to always come over and bake us cookies."
"I loved those girls cookies. She is the reason I turned out so big." He laughed remembering old times before the boys were born.
"Fine, I will baby-sit Frankie, but I have a feeling that my night isn't going to be exactly as I planned." He joked as he looked up at his father. For the first time he actually saw somebody different. He saw somebody that was really hurting inside. Then the picture of his father's naked body on top of hers reentered his mind. He quickly shied away and looked back at his bed.
"Thanks, son. I really appreciate it." He went over to his second oldest son and patted him on his back.
Joe watched as his dad walked out of the room. He got off of his bed and dropped his towel on the floor. He flexed his muscles and yawned.
New York:
Miley sat at the table and ate a bowl of Cheerios; She just stared at the bowl as she played with her food. She was thinking about how much she really was missing Kayla.
"Hey, babe." Nick came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. "What are you doing?" He asked as he yawned.
"Eating a bowl of cereal. You want some?" She asked, as she was about to get out of her chair.
"That's alright, I'll get it." Nick told her as he sat her back down and walked over to and grabbed the cereal from the top of the refrigerator. "So what were you thinking about?"
"It really wasn't anything." She replied as she watched him sit on the opposite side of her. "I was just wondering about our night together." She told him shyly.
Nick raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. "What about it?" His voice deepened with the question.
She twirled her spoon around the bowl a few more times before she looked up at him. "I was wondering if we were careful enough?"
Nick stopped poring his cereal into his bowl. "Why do you think?" His heart dropped. It was a week ago. There was no way that…
"No!" She stopped all of his worrying, thoughts, and talking. "Even if I was it would be to early to find out anything. I would have to wait at least a month or two before I can figure out anything."
"I'm pretty much sure your not. I mean we used a condom." He stated at ease as he put his spoon in the bowl and began to eat.
"Yes, but we used one condom and we had sex about three of four times."
He stopped eating his cereal and looked at his girlfriend. He could see that she was really worried. He got out of his seat and went over to her. He started to rub her shoulders from behind. He could feel her body get less tense as his hands touched her shoulders from the light fabric of her pink pajamas. "Calm down sweetheart." He whispered in her ear.
She took a deep breath and then turned around in her seat. "I am so glad that we had our first time together." Miley smiled as she looked at Nick's pointy nose. She kissed the tip of it.
Nick felt completely guilty as Miley kissed his nose. He hadn't told his first time was really with Lisa. A girl that he didn't love or care for as much as he did her.
Miley could feel the tenseness in Nick's nose. When she pulled away she looked at his guilty face. "What's wrong?"
"I just have to use the bathroom." He told her as he got up and went in the hallway.
"That was weird." She said out loud to herself as she turned back around and started eating her cereal again. "Eww!" She screamed as she spit the cereal back out.
"What's wrong?" Nick screamed form the other side of the apartment.
"My cereal was soggy." She screamed back as she got up and took the bowl to the sink. She began to wash the dishes as Nick appeared back in the kitchen.
He looked at Miley and couldn't stand the way that looking at her made his heart tug. He could picture her naked body on his. She had a small frame, but she was all the woman that he needed.
"Why are you just standing there?" Miley asked as she continued to wash the dishes.
He smiled, "How'd you know I was even in the kitchen? You never looked back."
"Every time your body is near mine, I get this weird knot in my stomach." She confessed as she put her hands in the soapy water again.
"Like you are going to puke?"
"No, more like I am in love." She laughed at Nick's earlier statement.
"I know what you are talking about. Remember when you were dating Josh and we were pretending to be just friends?"
"Please, don't remind me of Josh. He made me the school slut. And I was a virgin before all of those people caught us in bed. I never even did anything with him." She rolled her eyes thinking back to the day that changed her life forever.
"Well, every time you would be near me and just say that I am just a friend I would feel like I was dying inside. And when you finally told me that you would be my girlfriend I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven." He smiled remembering that night.
"You mean before or after Lisa through that little bitch fight." She laughed as she looked at Nick. His expression was weird again.
"Yeah, well I think I should go into the bathroom and brush my teeth and wash up. I bet I smell awful."
"Yes, but I love you. Even when you are smelly." Her fingers clamped her nose together. Like she just smelled some garbage.
"Ha ha, very funny. I love you to babe." He told her as he went back into the bathroom.
Julliard:
Kevin was walking out of his third period class. His fourth period class didn't start for another hour and a half. He went into study hall and sat down at a table. As he sat down he opened his textbook.
"Can I sit with you?" He heard the voice of his former fiancé.
"Sure", he watched as she sat down beside him. Her hair had grown since he had last seen her. It was now passed her shoulders. I've been meaning to talk to you, but with everything going on with my brother…"
"I understand." She stated as she looked down at the table. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. Now as she finally sat here in full sight of him, she felt as though it was her first time meeting him again.
"I want to apologize for leaving you on the plane. I should have at least gone to meet your parents." He explained as he swallowed hard. "I have been thinking this through for a while now and…"
"I understand, that you don't want to have anything to do with me." Her eyes began to water as she began. "But I thought that you should know, I love you. More than life itself, and I am a rich, spoiled, girl who doesn't deserve you." She wiped the tears away from her cheek. "It was the way that I was raised and I can't help it. I know that I blew my chances to be with you, but I will never forget about you."
Kevin closed his book and looked directly at her. He could see all the pain in her body.
She shied away from him. She tried to focus more on the floor. At least thinking about the floor didn't hurt as much as thinking about him.
"Shelby, look at me." He told her in a strong, booming, voice.
She hesitated for a minute, but eventually gave into his demands and looked at him. She felt as though she was weak and pathetic.
"I love you too. I really do, but I don't think we are ready for marriage. Maybe we should take it slow and start all over again."
"I'd like that." She was speaking as though she had been shot in the leg. It was as if she was so weak that she could barley stand if she tried.
"Hello, my name is Kevin Jonas." He told her as he put out her hand.
"Hi, I am Shelby."
"That is a really pretty name for a very pretty girl. Do you think that you can give me your number and I can call you some time?" He asked with a smile.
Shelby giggled as she found a small piece of paper on the table and Kevin handed her a pen. "Sure."
He watched as his beautiful…whatever she was…wrote her number on the piece of paper. Her face was much brighter, but her cheeks were still tear stained.
"Here." She gave him the piece of paper with her name and number on it. "I guess I should tell you this before we even think about getting serious. I am a rich girl and that was the way that I was raised."
"Well, maybe I should tell you this. I am no means rich, but I do know how to treat a girl right." He told her as he watched her get out of her seat.
"I'm glad because my last boyfriend was a jerk." She laughed at her own joke.
"I heard that he was a pretty good guy." Kevin played along.
"Kevin was it? I guess I'll talk to you more when you call?" She flirted as she walked away with a new perspective on live,
"Don't expect me to call you first thing. I have so many girls that want me. You might have to wait until later." He heard her laugh and the door to study hall close.
Jonas Residence:
Joe went into the room where Frankie was supposed to sleeping. The problem was that little boy was wide-awake and energized.
Stop jumping on your bed!" Joe screamed as he walked into the room. "Why don't you try laying on it and falling asleep?"
"I can't I am so hyper right now." Frankie replied as he kept jumping up and down on the bed. Every time he jumped up his curls went up and every time the force of gravity pulled him down his curls went straight down.
"Maybe giving you all that candy after dinner wasn't such a good idea." Joe replied as he watched Frankie jump up and down. For some reason it was making him sick.
"Are you alright?" Frankie asked as he jumped off of the bed and started running sound in circles in the middle of his floor.
"Stop before you hurt yourself." Joe pleaded this time.
He would not listen to his older brother. He kept on running in his circle. "I can't!" He yelled again.
"That's it!" Joe yelled and tackled Frankie on the floor. Hr fought back as best he could, but there was no way for Frankie to win. "Now listen little creep. Because of you I couldn't take Mimi out to a nice dinner. She had to settle for pizza and a movie at our house. I let you stay up way past your bedtime." Joe told his little brother.
"Joe!" Frankie complained as Joe held him in a headlock. "Stop!" He screamed he was turning red.
"If I let go of you you have to promise to go straight to bed." He warned him as he made his headlock stronger.
"I promise!" He yelled some more. "Now get off of me."
Joe let him go and he ran out of the room. He ran after him and watched as he ran to the living room. "Hey, Stop!" He screamed as he ran behind him.
"Oh my goodness." He heard her sweet voice say as she held Frankie in her arms. What are you doing to this poor child? He is all red." She asked as she ran her fingers through Frankie's straight brown hair.
"I am trying to get him to go to bed." He replied hunched over and out of breath. He stood up and wiped the sweat off of his head.
"By what wrestling him?" She laughed.
"Well, how else do you get them to go to bed?" He was confused.
"By nurturing them and being calm. Just lay him in his bed and rub his back. He should be asleep in a few minutes."
"Wrestling always used to get Nick to sleep. What's so different about Frankie? Plus, I really don't have time to be nurturing this kid. I have something I want to do."
"I guess whatever it is will have to wait. If you want I can make him go to sleep, while you do whatever you have to do."
"If you want to go ahead." He said defeated. Sometimes it felt like being an older brother was stupid. He had no clue how Kevin did it and made it seem so easy.
As if on queen the phone began to ring as Mimi went up the stairs. Joe ran over to the kitchen where the phone was and answered it, "Hello?"
"Hey, who's this?"
"Joe, who's this?"
"You can't recognize your own brothers voice?"
"Nick?" He joked.
"Nah, it's me Kevin. Did you guys ever find Nick?"
"Yes, the cops finally tracked him and Miley down. Dad is going over to New York as we speak."
"New York? How did those two get all the way out there?" It was really surprising to him. Who knew Nick was so sneaky?
"I have no clue. All I know is I'm stuck here with Frankie. He's being a real pest." He said annoyed as he thought about what just happened.
"How?"
"He won't go to bed. I need to tell Mimi something and this dude will not fall asleep. She is up there right now putting him to bed."
"Now you know how I felt when you used to do that to me. I wanted to punch you in your face sometimes." He began laughing remembering the old times.
"Yes, but this is important. I want to tell Mimi that I really like her."
"Wow, you are going really slow with this one, bro."
"After the whole Anna situation. I just wanna be sure before I do anything that I might regret again."
"I understand. Speaking of our ex's. I sort of got back with mine." He bit his lip as he told Joe.
"Oh man, that whiny, spoiled, brat? What is her name again?"
"It's Shelby, and let's not get on your ex. I mean Shelby might be all those things, but at least she's no prostitute or baby-killer." He remarked defensively.
Joe was quiet for a minute. "You really didn't have to stoop so low. You know I really did love her."
"Sorry, I just hate it when people try to get on her. I know she's not perfect, but I love her."
"Wait, did you two elope or something?"
"What?" Kevin laughed on the other line. "No, what would make you say that?"
"Because you never used to care for this chick. Now all of a sudden you're defending her. What's going on? You didn't get her pregnant, did you?"
"Hell no, I am not like you. I take care of mine." He stopped and sighed. "Sorry", he continued quickly.
"That's alright, I should have used a condom. Thank the lord I didn't contract an STD."
"Yeah, well your new girl sounds more level headed than Anna. She seems cool. I can't wait to meet her."
"I can't wait for you to meet her too. Trust me you are going to be jealous that you never found her. She cooks, cleans, and is good with children. She might have some extra baggage, but what girl doesn't?"
"Sounds like you got a regular old housewife." He laughed at his own joke. For some reason he could never understand he always picked Joe as his joke target. "So what nationality is she?"
"That's the thing, she's Italian and Native American."
"Native American as in black?" Kevin asked kind of stunned.
"Yes, as in black. She really doesn't look it. She has a tan all year long and has more curves than I am used to. That's the only difference."
"What about her parents?"
"She emancipated her mom, never met her real father, and had a father-figure, but he died of cancer. So she's been staying in Nick's room for a couple of days."
"Hey, at least your girl was smart and emancipated her parents. My girls parent's think that they are so much better than me because they are rich."
"You met them?"
"No, but I talked to them on the phone once. Her dad was using big words like us poor people weren't educated enough to understand him." He replied with an attitude.
Joe laughed, as he heard somebody come down the steps. Her curly brown and blond hair bounced up and down her shoulders as she walked over to him. "Well, I got to go Mimi just came back down."
"Alright, bro. I'll call next week to see how Nick is and if dad didn't kill him yet."
"Okay, I'll make sure somebody is here to answer. Bye." He told him as he pressed the off button on the phone.
"Who was that? Some girl?" She asked as she sat next to him on the black leather couch.
"No, it was my older brother, Kevin."
"Right, you told me about him. He's the one that was about to marry that rich girl that you don't like."
Joe cocked his head back and looked at her as if she were crazy. "I don't remember telling you about that."
Mimi laughed, "It was about three weeks ago. It was like our second or third time meeting up at the library for my study sessions. You asked me about my life and I asked you about yours. You told me about Kevin, Nick, Frankie, your dad, and your mother. I remember most of the things you told me. I just can't remember the girls name."
"It's Shelby."
"Oh, so what are they back together?" She asked as she got off of the couch and started to clean up the mess that Frankie made with all of the candy.
"How'd you know?"
"I just figured." She shrugged as she wiped the candy that came out of the pixie stick into her hand.
His eyes began to find there way to her very circular butt. It was right in front of him "Can you sit down?" He asked starting to feel his body get all hot and bothered.
Sensing some type of urgency in his voice she sat down. " What is it?"
"I think we need to talk about us." He began as he took a deep breath.
New York:
The two of them were laying on the floor with just a blanket wrapped in-between their naked bodies. Miley was lying on Nick and there hands were intertwined.
"You know I have this feeling. Like something is going to happen today." Miley broke the silence.
"Something good or bad?" He asked gently as he tightened his grasp around her.
"I don't know, but it's just a feeling. It will probably go away." She shrugged it off.
"I think I know what it is." Nick shifted on the floor uncomfortably.
"What? I knew something was up when I kissed you on the nose this morning. What is it?"
"You know how we promised there would be no more secrets." He reminded her so she couldn't really be mad.
"Yes…"
"Well, Miley you…you…you…"
"I what!" She screamed impatiently as she got off of the floor. Revealing her naked body to him once again.
"You kind of weren't my first." He spit out as he looked down to the floor. He felt alone without her body next to his.
"Then who was?" She asked even though she had a pretty good feeling that she already knew the answer to the question.
"It was Lisa. We only did it once and it really didn't mean anything." He could feel her gaze strengthening.
"What do you mean it meant nothing? Sex, is a big deal. Especially for people our age. It had to mean something for you to just decide to give it up to her like that!" She felt like she wanted to cry. Something in her body told her she should have waited a little bit longer before giving it up to him.
"Lisa and I had been dating three years and since day one she had always been clingy. In the locker room all the boys would always ask me about how she was. It pained me to tell them I hadn't gotten any from her. You don't understand she is the prettiest girl in school and I had her."
"I understand more then you know. After you gave it up to her when did you break up with her?"
"A month or two."
Miley chuckled, "How do I know that you didn't say the same sweet things in her ear to get her to lay with you? How do I know that you really do love me?"
Nick got up without saying a word. He went over to the suitcase and pulled out a pair of boxers.
"Are you going to answer my question?" She asked as she stayed in her one spot watching him put on his boxers.
"You shouldn't have to even ask me that question." He replied angrily. "Not only did I break up with the prettiest girl in school for you but I also gave up being popular, I introduced you to my family, and I left my family for you. Because I do love you and respect you."
Her expression was now blank. Nick before had never yelled her at. She was usually the one doing all the yelling. "Hey, I gave up a lot to be with you too." She screamed back.
"I know you did and why is that?" He asked more calmly.
"Because I love you." She felt stupid for even thinking for a second he didn't love her.
"Yeah, but obviously you don't trust me." He replied as he went over to the suitcase and through out a pair of bra and underwear.
She put it on as she continued, "All the people that I have trusted have hurt me. And I don't think that I could handle it if you ever hurt me."
"People like who?"
"My mom. Dad, Josh, and even Leslie." Snapping her bra on she replied.
"Well, I am not your mom because I would never make you act older then you are. I am not your dad because I will never put my hands on you in a hurtful manner, I'm not Josh because I will never force you to have sex with me, and I am sure as hell not Leslie because I am never going to go out with your ex boyfriend. You can quote me on that last one."
Miley laughed, "I know you won't, but my heart has been hurt so many times before it might take time for it to heal."
"I understand, and I'll wait. I just don't ever want to hear you question my love for you again." He warned her as he went over and hugged her.
"I won't", she laughed.
Lyle/ Mary-Anne:
They were sitting in the car quietly. Mary-Anne shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "We have been in this car for more than three hours and haven't said a word to one another."
"What is there to say?" He asked looking at the floor.
"We almost had sex and your son walked in on us. I think there is a lot to say." She replied as she flipped her hair behind her head.
"Maybe I don't want to talk about it. It was kind of a moment that I regret." He told her uneasy about the while conversation.
"So you are saying that almost having sex with me was a mistake? If we had gone all the way trust me you would have been satisfied." She jumped at him defensively.
"I am not saying that. I am saying that you are the mother of my sons' girlfriend. If Miley or Nick ever find out about what we almost did, they will never forgive us."
Mary-Anne began to laugh hysterically. She wiped the tear off of her cheek. "You are joking right?"
Lyle looked at her as if she had just gone mentally insane. "No, I am serious. I already have my two older boys mad at me. I don't need Nick to have a reason to hate me more."
"First off he's a teenager he's going to hate you no matter what. And second, you fucking killed his mother. He already hates you." She yelled.
Lyle hit the front of the cop car. "Stop the car!" He screamed frantically.
The car turned off of the side of the road. Officer Henderson came out and opened the door.
"I can't stay in the back of this car with her anymore." Lyle yelled as he got out of the car. "I will kill her." He told her as he went into the front. Now he felt twice as dumb as before for almost having sex with her.
Mary-Anne went over to the window and pulled out a box of cigarettes. She opened them and stuck the cigarette in her mouth. She went into her purse and pulled out a blue lighter. She sat back in her seat as she took a puff of the cigarette. She inhaled it as well as she could. It felt as though all of the crap that had been going on was gone. As long as she had her cigarette.
Joe/Mimi:
"Did I do something wrong? If I did I'll try better. Just please don't kick me out. I feel like part of a family for the first time in my life, and I know that you don't want to go fast, but I really really really like you." She began to cry as she babbled on.
Joe put his finger on her lips as he chuckled. "You haven't done anything wrong and I really really really really like you. I just wanted you to know that I share those feelings as well. I don't want you here just because of your looks."
She took a deep breath and sighed in relief. She put her curly hair behind her ear. "So where does this leave us? Are we dating? Are we friends with benefits?" She was really confused at this moment. Why was he telling her this?
"I guess we can have the title as boyfriend and girlfriend. I do think of you as my kind of sort of live in girlfriend."
"So what do live in girlfriend's do?"
"I guess we can kiss and not like the first time I kissed you. I am sober this time." He replied remembering the first time he met her.
As he leaned in she felt as though a shield was on her heart. She backed away. She didn't want to, but then she sis.
Joe felt his lips lonely and without the touch of her sweet lips against his. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She almost looked as if she were scared. "What's wrong?"
"Why do you all of a sudden want to date me?" She questioned him as she got off of the couch.
"I always wanted to date you. I was just scared of going through what I did with Anna. Now I know that you are not like Anna at all."
"Joe, I think that I might love you. And it's alright if you don't fell the same about me." She was looking the other way as she talked to him. "But just like you were protecting your heart for making me wait. I have to protect mine. I think that I should leave."
"Wait, you just told me that you love me. Why do you want to leave?" He was beyond confused.
She began to cry lightly. "I have so much baggage from my childhood. I don't think that I can sit here and fall in love with you when I have this shield. It's going to just keep destroying our relationship."
"What shield? You have been living here for about two weeks and I know you…"
"No, you know the nice me. I have so much crap that happened in my childhood that one thing can just set me off. Like just last night your dad and me were talking at night in the kitchen and he patted me on the back. He is lucky I didn't go crazy."
"Why would you?"
"Because it reminded me of the first time I was ever molested. I was molested many times when I was younger. I never know when something is going to take me into a flashback. You don't want to be with me. I am crazy."
Joe got off of the couch and put his arm around her back as he faced the way she was facing. "You are not crazy. When that happens to you at such a young age it's sure to make you a little crazy. You should have never had to gone through any of that."
"Yes, but I did." She sobbed. "I went through it, and it has put up this shield in my heart. I never had a real relationship. I just have sex for no reason."
"Well, if you want I can be your first real boyfriend. And if you let me I would love to love you back." He told her as he wrapped her in a hug.
She laughed and sobbed at the same time. "You have no clue what you've just gotten yourself into." She looked into his blue eyes and they shared their first kiss.
Niley:
After the fight there had been an awkward silence between them. "So, how many girlfriends have you had?" She asked as she sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Nick washed the dishes angrily.
"Lisa and I went out for three years. We broke up many times and I had a few people that I gave the name girlfriend to, but we never got serious."
"People like?" After the whole fight and him keeping secrets like that she wanted to know his history. So nothing else can pop up later on to hurt their already rocky relationship.
"My first was Lisa. Then our first break up I dated Ginger and Brittany. We dated again and our second break up I dated Liz. Then we got back together and our third break up I dated Karen and Paula. Then we went back out and after that I found you."
"So you basically dated the whole cheerleading squad?" She laughed as she thought about all of the girls that he mentioned.
"Well, yeah. That's how I know your true love because I never dated anybody like you before. I never had a girl take away my breathe with just talking to me. I always liked girls for what they looked like. You caught me by having actual conversation with me." He drained the sink and sat next to his girlfriend. "What about you?"
"My list isn't as long as yours. My first boyfriend was a guy named Ray. But we were eleven and we didn't do anything but hug. We just called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Then there was Josh. He was my first kiss and I thought that I found love, but you know how that turned out. It's funny because we never really broke up. After what he did to me I just dated you and avoided him."
"That's a good choice." He laughed. He took his hands and touched the top of hers. "Are we finished with this whole our past thing?"
"I don't think that we will ever be done. I want to know everything about you and the only way I can is to know about your past."
"If you want I can tell you my whole life story. Actually not my whole life because my earliest memory was when I was four."
She giggled as she looked at his smile. She loved it when he was sarcastic. She was about to open her mouth when she heard a knock on the door. She turned to look at the narrow hallway and then turned back and gave her boyfriend a look saying, 'Who could that be?' As if he read the expression on her face he said.
"I don't know let me go see." He took his hands from hers and went over to the door. He looked into the peephole. He thought he was having a heart attack his heart was beeping so fast. He jogged into the kitchen.
Looking at his face she got worried. "Who is it?"
"It's my dad and your mom." He gulped.
Miley quickly jumped out of her chair. "What? You're kidding right? How did they find us here?"
"How am I supposed to know I was here with you the whole time? Come on!" Ha took her hand and rushed her into the bedroom.
"Where are we going?"
"We can make an escape through the fire escape."
"I have to get my things."
"We can always buy new things. Just come on." He replied as he opened the bedroom window and looked down at the fire escape. Then he saw a cop car on the ground in the alley. "Damn it, they trapped us in."
"What are you talking about?" She asked totally clueless as to what he was talking about. She looked where he was looking and saw the cop car. "I think we should be stopped by our parents."
"I guess your right." He responded gloomily as he closed the window. "This might be our last few moments together. My dad will probably take me right home…"
"And my mom might take us right to the airport to go to North Dakota to live with my grandmother. How many people do you know that come from North Dakota?"
"Nobody", he replied honestly.
"Exactly it is so boring there."
"Look, I love you. I'll keep in touch and fly out there whenever I can. We can talk on the phone every night and maybe we can plan to go to the same college. You'll only have to be there two years."
"Yeah, two years away from you."
He put his arm around the small of her back and kissed her forehead. "At least you can see Kayla now. Like you wanted too. And you can focus more on school. You'll be new so nobody will think you're a hoe. You can start over and be the real Miley I know that you are."
"None of that matters. Because even though going through school was hell. I always had you to look forward to after school. I knew you would make me feel better. I could always go over your house. Or sneak into your bedroom in the middle of the night when I had bad dreams. Now you will be 700 miles away."
He took his hand and put his fingers through her hair. "I love you." He leaned down and kisses her on the lips lightly. "I love you." He whispered in her ear again. He took two steps back and watched as she began to sob. "I'll go answer the door." He said as he took a good look at her. This might be the last time he would ever see her. He just wanted to take in the scene. He took one last glance as he went to the door and opened it.
Lyle thought that he was going to be calmer about seeing his son, but when he opened the door all of the rage he had been bawling up for the past month and a half built up and he slapped him right across the face. "Do you know all of the shit you put me through?" His voice booming through the apartment with no furniture.
Nick's face went completely to the right. He didn't show any emotion or even hold his hurting cheek. He looked at his father coldly and as if every word that was coming out of his breath was frozen he said "No".
Mary-Anne ran into the apartment and found herself bumping into a wall. "Miley?" She said frantically. "Miley Hope Cyrus?" She heard sobbing come from her right. She ran to wherever she heard the sobs. When she finally ran into the room she saw her daughter who was now a blond like her was in the corner, leaning against the wall, and crying. She went over to her daughter and hugged her. "It's okay. Mommies here. It's going to be fine." She said as she kissed her daughter's face.
Miley could feel as the lipstick was becoming administered all over her face. She wanted to push her mom away, but her body was to weak from all the crying she had done. She wanted to tell her mom the only reason that she was crying was because she was being taken away by her love. Her first love.
Lyle calmed down and pulled his son in for a quick hug. "I missed you and I love you." He told him and then looked at him. "You dyed your hair black?"
"Yes, but it will wash out." Nick decided that being nice to his father would help him get off easier. Plus he had to admit that he really did miss his dad.
"You also know that you are not only grounded, but you are getting the biggest spanking that you ever had in your life."
"Dad, the last time that you ever gave me a spanking I was eleven. When I was caught smoking cigarettes in the back of the school."
"Have you ever touched a cigarette since?"
"Hell no, that mess hurt."
"Yeah, and I bet after the spanking you get when we get home. You will never think about running away again."
"Don't worry I won't ever run away again. I never knew how much stuff was just handed to me until I left. Us kids have it easy."
"Why do you think that Joe hasn't left yet?"
Nick shrugged his shoulders. "So how'd you get here?"
"Cop car and that's how we are getting back. Miley and her mom are going into a different cop car. You can say bye-bye to her and the outside world for a while."
He sighed. He knew this was coming, but it still hurt to even think about going through a spanking. He could deal with being grounded and all of his stuff getting taken away from him. But spankings were the worst.
"Now get downstairs and into the first cop car you see. We are going home."
Mary-Anne stopped hugging her daughter and put her hand through her hair. "So you're a blond like you mama?"
Miley chuckled. "Yeah, this might not wash out for a while." She looked at her mother. Her make-up was all smeared for crying. "So what's my punishment?"
"Usually for big stuff like this I'd have your daddy get the belt. But, since I don't trust him anymore I guess I'll just have to…"
"Mom you can beat me." Miley told her not scared of her mothers' beatings at all. Her mom was not a very strong woman.
"What good is that going to do you? You won't learn a lesson. So I've decided for you to go next door and let Mr. Jonas give you your beating."
"So we are going back home?" She said happily.
"Yes, to get our things. Then we are moving in with grandma like planned." She replied as she kept stroking her daughters' hair.
Miley sighed and looked at the floor. She wanted to bitch, moan, and fight with her mom about the issue. However she didn't want to make things worse for herself.
"Come on sweetie. Let's go home and get our stuff. And then move into our new place." She told her as she walked out of the apartment, looking back at her daughter ever two seconds to see if she was there.
A/N 2: So how'd you like it? Oh, and I know a lot of people might put in the reviews how bad beatings are, but I believe in them. As a teenager I think that the only reason I am the way I am is because my parents beat me. You don't have to believe in the same things I do and that's fine. This is America and we have a right to have differences in the way that people discipline their kids. Just don't review about it, because I don't want an argument on my review page.
Anyway I have to tell you guys that next chapter will be the last chapter. However I will be making a sequel. I don't want to ruin the ending of this story, but let's say if you love this story and it's drama you will love the sequel. It won't be named Nick and Miley because oddly enough this story became more than about Nick and Miley. Which wasn't as I first intended it to be. But, it makes one hell of a story.
Some hints for the next story:
1.)Pregnancy
2.)Drugs
3.)Old Flames
4.)More Frankie!
5.) Surprise Guests