Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been in the Maldives on vacation with my family, it was amazing. Vacation schedule's been pretty tight, so unfortunately there was no time for writing Branikki chapters. But being here gave me a lot of inspiration for chapters I'm hoping most of you will like.

I want you all to know, I love you guys and I read EVERY SINGLE ONE of your reviews. And I've seen there's been sort of an argument on if I'm writing real lemons or not, the word 'limes' has come up too, which I didn't even know was a thing.

Like I warned you before, if you want hard, thoughtless lemons this fanfic is not the one you should be reading, so I apologize if this was not what you were seeking.

And for the rest of you, your comments are all so sweet and supportive they keep me going. Especially for the people who've spent time writing long, detailed comments on their thoughts about this story.

Nonetheless, I love all of you. Even the haters, I like to think of your comments of positive criticism and not something written out of hate.

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After I came back home, I told my Mom and Dad that I'd been at Chloe and Zoey's house, so we could go out to lunch together. Apparently Chloe and Zoey had said the same thing to their parents, as they'd gotten drunk and had ended up somewhere on the street.

I told them I'd also ended up on the street, not in Brandon's apartment. They are so excited that Brandon and I are an item they ship us and call us "Branikki"so we've stuck with it. And they actually seem to be more adult than I'd given them credit for.

Yesterday, Chloe suggested that all three of us make fake IDs and get into a downtown abandoned club somewhere. As much as I'd appreciated the effort, it was a little bit too daring, especially with the chances of me ending up in some random place.

My friends like the party life more than I do, and has apparently discovered that about themselves on the night of Brandon's party. And ever since they've found their new selves, they've abandoned their crushes on Marcus and Theo and find themselves kissing some random pervert on nights they don't remember the next day.

They think I'm boring, sticking to one guy, but I really, really love him. Also, if they knew what Brandon and I had been up to this past week, they FOR SURE wouldn't think we were boring.

Brandon's gigantic box of condoms ran out just THIS WEEK. I don't know, it's like the presence of each other just turns us both on or something. But now, the bomb has spilled, and my parents know about us.

Don't get me wrong – they don't know we're having sex, they just know we're together. He charmed everyone, especially Bratty Briana because she already knew him and she kept waving her finger at us and saying, "I knew it! I knew it!"

But she seemed happy overall.

This little question popped up at the dinner table but Brandon was such a gentleman about it, he charmed me as well even though I was already charmed by him.

"What about your parents, Brandon? How's your relationship with them?" Dad asked. "Dad," I hissed, shaking my head and making a slicing movement across my throat in a way of saying "no don't go there" or "cut it out" but he seemed to think I was dying and tried offering me a glass of water.

I rolled my eyes and said, "No, Dad, I'm fine." Brandon looked at me and let out a small laugh, "It's okay, Nikki," he said, then tuning to my parents, "My relationship with them is a little stale, as in they passed away when I was small. But they're always in my heart."

"Oh, sorry, Brandon," Dad said. He shook his head, "It's fine, real-"

"You poor little thing!" Mom said, her hand over her heart. "No, honestly, Mrs. Maxwell, I've –"

"Do you want some cake, honey? A glass of milk? Some money?" Mom kept making the strangest suggestions, and Brandon kept trying to stop her, and so did I.

"Please! I'm fine! I have people taking care of me!" he said, and to that, they stopped talking. "Who?" they asked. "Relatives. Aunt and uncle. It's all good, really, we own Fuzzy Friends," he said, "We went through a rough patch, but things worked out really well. I live in the penthouse of St. Gloria hotel," he said.

"Oh really? How fascinating. Tell me more," Dad said, propping his elbow up on the table and putting his head in his hand.

And that's how dinner went. And then, they wanted to meet Brandon's aunt and uncle. Brandon's relatives happily came over, air kissing us they went. They've become filthy rich, they move and talk and act wealthy. But Brandon's so humble about everything still.

"Dah-lings, you are all so WONDERFUL," Brandon's aunt with the fluffy feather boa said when the dinner was over, "Your Nikki will be a perfect match for our little boy. Though I can't say he's so little anymore, he's so tall! Six foot, almost! They're both growing up so fast, it makes me want to cry," Brandon's Aunt Macy said, dabbing imaginary tears with her Dior hand napkin.

Mom caught on to her filthy rich act, and started crying too, "And now we won't be able to do family vacations anymore, because they'll be married next time we go on one," Mom said. WHAT EVEN.

"Oh, yes, yes, they will! Oh your adorable little Brianna will be so sad as she's so young. Love her to pieces, little thing," Aunt Macy said. Then she looked at Brianna and squeezed her cheeks which made Brianna very annoyed, "She's just too cute! You know what? For you, Little Brianna, we will go on one more family trip, the both of our families, before those two get married and have their own kids. Our treat."

"What?" Dad asked, suddenly interested. "Hmm," Brandon's uncle said, gradually joining in. "Richard, these people are so nice. Let's take them somewhere! Get to know the parents and sister of the girl our little boy's so in love with!" Brandon's aunt said, grabbing Richard's collar.

"Oh no, you can't," Mom said, "Family trips are very expensive, nonetheless two!"

"Oh of course we can," Brandon's uncle said, "One of my favorite hobbies is counting dollar bills. Now we'll have something to do with them!" he said happily, "Hmm, were shall we go? Bahamas? Hawaii? Where do you want to go, Nikki?" he asked.

"You seriously don't have to do this, Mr. Roberts," I said. "Don't call me that. Call me Uncle Richard! And that's your Aunt Macy! And of course we'll do that. Now where do you want to go?" Uncle Richard asked.

"Well, Nikki's always wanted to go to Dubai," Brandon said, making me flashback to when I'd said that.

- I was having a shower in Brandon's apartment, so I took a bath robe and went into his room and sat down on his bed. He smiled at me as I sat down, kissed me and said, "Your beautiful, you know that?"

"I'm a mess, Brandon. My hair's wet, and I don't have any makeup on," I said. "I can't see you as anything else but the girl I love. One day, I'll take you somewhere you've always wanted to go to, and we can tour that place and many others," he told me, pulling me to him.

"Well, I've always wanted to go to Dubai," I said. "Dubai it is," he said, smiling, and kissing me again. I laughed at our fantasies… -

"Very extravagant tastes you have, Nikki…" Uncle Richard said, "I love it! If it's Dubai you want, it's Dubai we'll go to! Pack your things for a week's vacation, we'll leave tomorrow. We're going to Dubai!"

Oh wow. Brianna squealed and jumped up around and kept running around screaming, "Dubai! Dubai! Dubai! We're going to Dubaiiiii!" My parents kept hugging and thanking Brandon's aunt and uncle – wait a second, apparently my aunt and uncle – excitedly.

I felt starstruck and I wanted to kiss Brandon right there and then, I was so excited, so I pulled him into my bedroom, and the adults and Brianna didn't seem to notice we were gone in the excitement.

"Wow," I breathed, closing the door behind me. "I told you I'd take you to Dubai someday," Brandon said, sprawling himself on my bed. "Thank you, thank you!" I said, "How can I thank you?"

"Well I can think of a few ways," Brandon said teasingly, making me laugh as I jumped onto him. I kissed him, dragging my hands through his soft hair, and sighing softly as his hands brushed my sides, my hips. I straddled him and kissed him again and again, running my hands up and down his chest.

He moved his hands from my sides and put one under my shirt, on the small of my back. He slowly slid them up to my bra, fumbling with the hooks. I shifted before he could do anything and whispered lightly against his lips, "Too bad you didn't bring a condom."

At that, he groaned and sat up. "Movie night then, I'm guessing?" he asked, sitting up and lying against the headboard of my bed. "Yeah, but then straight after you'll have to leave. And then we both pack for DUBAI!" I sang, making him laugh.

Okay so that was that. Not a lemon, I know, or not a LIME, whatever the heck a lime story is. But I hope you enjoyed it!