Alright. Here's chapter fourteen. I can't believe that this has gotten this far. I am utterly shocked. If you have any ideas of future chapters, I might use them (although, they have to be original and easy to incorporate into the story). Yea, so if you have any ideas, just add it to a review. Anyway, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do own all the Twilight books (which I have become recently obsessed with), but sadly no rights to Disney. I will, one day, own them…you'll see! Haha.

MILEY'S POV

I ran off of my bus, and onto my dad's, the second we stopped. It was my free day, and I was off to talk with my dad about Luann. I banged on the door, and Mrs. Jonas answered, looking frazzled with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Miley, dearie, are you alright?" Mrs. Jonas asked, in a maternal tone. She moved to the side, and let me on the bus. I got on the bus, ran a hand through my brown curls locks, and watched Mrs. Jonas close the bus door.

"No, yes, I don't know. Can I see my dad?" I said, getting my thoughts all jumbled up. I was so confused and concerned for Luann's safety. I was her cousin, and I was scared. Mrs. Jonas put her coffee down, and gave me a hug. I hugged her back.

"He's still sleeping, you can wake him up though," Mrs. Jonas said, letting of me. I practically stormed into my dad's room.

"Hey darlin'," My dad said, his southern accent sticking out, more prominent than ever. He noticed my face, and sat me on his lap. It was almost as if I was a small child again, just living in our small Malibu house, with mom and Jackson.

"Daddy, Luann's dad is beating her. We need to save her. Daddy, she needs to come back on tour," I said, sticking up for my former evil cousin.

"Mile, her dad is in Canada-" My dad said, running his ringers through my knotty hair, and I cut him off. Luann was being beaten.

"No, daddy. She was crying," I said, trying to piece everything together. Why would she lie about her dad beating her? Maybe, my dad had gotten things mixed up. Or…wait. Luann was lieing.

"Bud, she is most definitely with Mamaw and Jackson," My dad said, stilling running his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the knots and snarls.

"That…urg. She was just trying to get to Nick again. God, daddy I am so stupid to fall for that," I said, getting frustrated with myself.

"Bud, you're not stupid. You are just really caring and compassionate," My dad said, hugging me. I nodded.

"I know daddy. I'm gonna get cleaned up, and spend my free day with out thoughts of Luann," I said, smiling so big. My dad smiled, kissed my forehead, and allowed me to leave.

"Miley, you seem better," Mrs. Jonas noted, and I nodded. She changed out of her pajamas, and into some clothes.

"I am. I'll see you later Mrs. J," I said, excusing myself from their bus. I walked into my bus, and noticed Nick sitting on the couch, facing the door.

"Miley," Nick said, handing me my cell phone. I had three missed calls, and two new voicemails from Luann. I opened my voicemails.

"Mile…he won't stop," Luann's first one whimpered. I deleted it, and moved on to the next one. "Miley, my world is spinning. Help," Luann's voicemail yelped. I closed my phone, and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked, clearly concerned because I was acting weird and such. He put his arms around my waist, and held me tight.

"Luann is trying to get back on tour. She claims that she is being beat, but my dad said that her dad is in Canada. Right now, she's with Mamaw and Jackson," I explained, as Nick rubbed my back, and we started to sway. There was no music, I was in my pajamas, Luann was being a nudge, but everything about this moment was perfect.

CAYCE'S POV

"We need to find him," I said, trying not to panic or notice my gurgling stomach. Kevin took my hand, and led me back out of the food court. This was going to be the Frankie Hunt of The Year.

"I know where he could be," Kevin said, letting go of my hand. "We should split up," Kevin suggested, making me nod, and then he walked away from me. I wandered around, and saw Mr. Jonas. Fantastic. He was just my favorite person in the world. Note the sarcasm.

"There she is," I heard Frankie say, as Mr. Jonas turned to face me. My eyes were wide, and my face flushed. Frankie ran into my arms.

"Why was my son alone in the store?" Mr. Jonas asked, clearly getting irritated with me. Frankie slowly moved behind me, looking scared of the verbal fight that was threatening to break out.

"Because he ran off," I said, not exactly telling every detail. Mr. Jonas just scoffed.

"My son wouldn't run off," Mr. Jonas said acting like Frankie was the best of the best, and then mumbled something under his breath. I really didn't need sass from him. Frankie was now standing in front of my playing with my fingers.

"What was that? Don't mumble," I said, almost sounding scary to myself. Frankie twisted the ring that I received from Miley around my middle finger. He was having a jolly old time just being a kid.

"I said, well he might run away from you," Mr. Jonas said, as Frankie let go of my hand. I let it flop against my leg. I was about to make a biting comment back, but Frankie beat me to it.

"I wouldn't run away from her," Frankie said. I was shocked, as was his father, that he could act like that. I took the time to look at Mr. Jonas expression, his eyes were wide, jaw dropped, and rosy cheeks.

"Hey there you guys are," Kevin said, slowing down his words when his eyes laid on his dad, and the obvious tension around us.

"Kevvy, dad said that I would run away from Cay," Frankie said, shortening my name. It was cute that way. No one ever called me Cay, and I liked it.

"Dad," Kevin said, in a warning tone. Mr. Jonas brushed off his sons comment. My stomach growled. I was still starving.

"Kev, Cay is hungry," Frankie said, also implying that he was hungry. Well, I had promised him Cinnabon. I took each Jonas boy hand, and we walked off to the food court, leaving Mr. Jonas behind us.

Alright, so there are obviously some problems with Cayce and Mr. Jonas. Haha. Anyway, please review. They make me happy. Ah, Spring Break is so close. I can't wait. Tell me all about your Spring Break or your plans. Just leave a little review, and I'll check out your stories (if you have any and they float my boat).