"Do you want to come over to my house?" He asked me on the Friday about a week after we met.

"Whoa there boy. I never said I was interested in being friends with benefits."

"Oh ha ha. I meant, since we're hanging out tonight anyway, do you want to come over to my house first?"

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Yes." I saw his face brighten.

"Cool." He took my hand and led me to his car. It wasn't like an, 'oh my gosh we're so in love!', kinda hand holding thing. It was just a best friends hand holding thing. We got in his car and he started driving to his house. I can still see him, with the sun shining on his face. He looked perfect. It wasn't long before we were stuck in traffic. I fiddled with the radio stations out of boredom.

"So, what's your family like?" I asked him. Out of the countless conversations we'd had in the week since we met we never really got around to talking about his family.

"What do you mean? I have a mom. And a dad. And three brothers. And a dog."

"Well duh." I said, exasperated. "We've already gone over that. But what are they like?"

"My oldest brother is cool. He's married and stuff. My other older brother is kinda crazy. He actually reminds me of you." He looked at me and laughed.

"Ha ha."

"But he's cool too. And my youngest brother...well...he's nine..."

"My sister is nine! They should hang out sometime."

"Yeah sure. Whatever."

"Do you think your family will like me?"

"Sure."

"Sure? Is that good?"

"Sure."

"Are you trying to piss me off or do you just like being cryptic?"

"Sure." I wailed him in the arm. "Ouch! Okay! Okay! I surrender." I laughed. After over a half hour of being in traffic he pulled into his driveway. He walked around and opened my door.

"So chivalrous."

"Shut up." He mumbled. I followed him through the front door. I looked around. To my right was a kitchen with an island and three bar stools around it. Sitting on one of the bar stools was a boy who looked around twenty. He was obviously one of Nick's brothers. The resemblance was striking. He had the dark hair and the dark brown eyes. He saw me looking and smiled at me.

"Who's this?" He asked as he slid off the bar stool.

"My friend, Miley."

"Hey Miley." He reached out for a handshake. "I'm Nick's brother, Joe."

"Hi." I said, giggling as I shook his hand.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Oh so you're younger. He still has less than a year to get with you." My cheeks flushed. Nick looked down at his feet.

"Shut up." I couldn't help but laugh at Nick's uncomfortableness.

"We're just friends." I added. Joe leaned in and whispered something in my ear. My cheeks turned red again.

"Well nice meeting you." Joe got and left the room, leaving Nick and me alone.

"I'm sorry about him." Nick said quickly. "He's...well...Joe. I didn't even know he'd be here."

"It's okay, really. I like him. He's funny."

"Yeah sure he is." Just as Nick finished talking his mom came down the stairs. She was so pretty. She had short, dark, curly hair and a warm smile.

"Oh Nick. I didn't know we were having a guest." She looked toward me and smiled.

"Mom, this is Miley."

"Hi, nice to meet you Mrs..." She cut me off.

"Call me Denise." She gave me a tight hug. "It's nice to finally meet the Miley that Nick has been talking about all week."

"Mom!"

"What, dear? It's true isn't it?" Nick just grumbled. His mom laughed. "Well make yourself at home Miley. We'll have to have you over for dinner sometime. Do you like pasta?"

"I love pasta." I grinned from ear to ear. It's true. I do love pasta.

"Well I have a secret family recipe. You'll love it. Won't she love it, Nick?"

"Yeah. Sure." Nick mumbled, still staring down at his feet. I giggled at how uncomfortable his family made him.

"Well have fun tonight! What are you two doing?"

"We're going bowling."

"Fun. Well it's nice meeting you, Miley. You're always welcome here."

"Thanks. It's nice meeting you too." She smiled and walked into the other room.

"Do you wanna go now?" Nick asked, not making eye contact with me.

"Sure."

"Yes!"

"I cannot believe you got another strike!"

"I told you I'm good at bowling!" I laughed. Nick was sulking. He was very competitive and didn't like to lose. At anything.

By the end of the night I had whooped Nick's ass at bowling. I tried not to gloat excessively because he was upset about his loss. He was totally silent the way home. I eventually broke the silence.

"Do you want to know what Joe whispered in my ear?" Nick didn't say anything. "He said that you like me." Nick remained quiet. "And you know what? I think I feel the same way." Nick leaned over and kissed me briefly. He then turned back to the road and swerved, just barely missing hitting a car. I laughed. I was happy. He was happy.

But the happiness didn't last.

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Just a general note, since Miley is narrating this story by looking back at the past, there may be a few tense changes. Those are intentional. Just letting you guys know that so you don't think I'm incompetent or whatever haha.