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Chapter 26. And Interesting Conversation.

Of course he had to be there. Yes, Nick was standing in front of me. The doorbell had rang. I had answered it.

"So… can I ask you a question?"

"OK.."

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What? I haven't been--"

"Yes. You have. Why."

"I…. Its about what happened on that night… at the beach."

"Oh… you were awake for that?"

"For what?"

"What I said…"

"What? I'm talking about a dream I had. What are you talking about."

"Um… never mind."

"Nick. Tell me. Please."

"I… kinda…. Said some things. You were asleep and I started talking… and I said stuff."

"What kinda stuff?"

"Ok.. Look. I think that I was delusional or… half asleep. But… I kinda… told you.. That I… loved you."

Oh… my god…

"Oh…" I said, smiling.

"Don't laugh at me. I'm sorry. I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm sorry."

"I'm not laughing. I think its cute."

"Oh thanks."

"No.. In a good way. Its… really sweet. But, I mean, we're best friends ,Nick."

"I know. And I'm sorry. I should go." He turned and started to walk

"No! Wait…" I said. He turned.

"Yes?"

"I…I had a dream about us that night."

"A dream?"

"It was kind of inappropriate one."

"Inappropriate?"

"We… kinda… had….erm…"

"Sex?"

"Almost." He smiled. I blushed fiercely.

"Was it good?"

"Snuffleupagus!!!"

"Just wondering. So that's why you've been avoiding me?"

"Well.. Yeah."

"You've seen That 70's Show, right?" I nodded. "When Fez first slept with that one girl, he and her had a uncomfortable relationship because of it."

"Its exactly like that. But… it was only me."

"I get that." He said.

"So… what now?"

"Well… Now everything has kinda changed."

"Yes… I guess… like… hugging and all that is going to be awkward."

"I suppose. But… It doesn't have to be."

"How can it not?"

"If…we….. Become…"

"What Nick?"

"Well.. Together."

"Like… boyfriend-girlfriend?" He nodded shyly.

"Yeah. I like you, Izzy. Your… amazing. I really do like you."

"I like you too… but… what will people say."

"As for… friends.?" I nodded. "They'll say thank god. FINNALLY!" He said. We both laughed.


Later on.

Nick and I sat on my bed. We were snogging. It was nice. I've made out with boys, but Nick was the best.

I pressed my lips to his. He smiled. I opened my eyes. His locked with mine. He kissed me again.

My cell phone rang as he was centimeters from my lips. I scrunched up my face.

"I'll get that.." We both laughed. I anwered my phone.

"Izzy!" Miley's voice said.

"Hey, whats up."

"Nothing… whats up with you.'

"Nick's over."

"Oh, you guys made up? What are you doing, cause I'm really bored and since its only Nick… do you think I could come over?"

"Erm… Miley?"

"Yeah.."

"We're kinda busy."

"Doing what?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well.. We're done. Sure. Come over."

"Kay, see ya in five." I hung up the phone and sighed.

"Miley's coming over?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh, Bella! I though I had you today!" He whined.

"Yeah, and I thought she had to do a talk show."

"Talk show? Why would Miley have a talk show?"

"Erm… never mind." I stood up, grabbing his hand and I quickly led him downstairs.

"Fishy, what are you keeping from me?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Bella, you're a terrible liar." He said as I sat down on the couch. He slumped down right next to me. I made an uncomfortable face. "What?"

"Can you move that way?" I said.

"Why?"

"Erm… Nobody knows yet."

"Yes… since we've been together for about three hours. I barely even believe it."

"Well… I wanna tell Miley when I wanna tell her."

"Fishy. She's your best friend. You have to tell her."

"I know. And I will. But not right now. Scoot aside." He moved to the other end of the couch. I leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, lovey." He smiled.

"You know, you changing the subject won't make me forget that you're keeping from me."

"I know…" He gave me puppy dog eyes. "Fine but you tell her I told you, you die!"

"You won't kill me." I gave him my 'Wanna Bet' look. "What is it?"

"Miley.. Has a secret." He nodded. "You know how I seemed to hate Hannah really bad for about the same amount of time that I fought with Miley?"

"Yes…" He said suspiciously.

"Well… same person." He looked at me confused. "Hannah Montana isn't a real person. Miley wears a blonde wig when she is Hannah."

"Your kidding."

"I'm not."

"And… that's why your Lola?" I nodded. "Whoa… I dated Hannah Montana!!!' I whapped him on the arm.

"You guys better not be fighting." Miley said as she came in. Nick slide back to his place of the opposite side of the couch.

"We aren't. He just said something stupid." I said.

"So… whacha doing?"

"Just watching Tv." Nick said. Miley glanced to the TV.

"But its not on." We both looked to the TV. It was off.


The next day at school was beyond weird. Normally, a bunch of girls asked Nick out everyday. Today, it finally bothered me. It was lunchtime. Nick sat across from me. I was reading. I finally looked up. Nick was staring at me. Awww…

"What are you staring at?" I said in a flirting voice.

"Nothing…." He said. His eyes darted around the table. They were having their own conversation. "Wanna take a walk?" I nodded. We walked outside to the football stands. We climbed to the top. He sat down. I sat down next to him. "When are you going to tell Miley?"

"Soon. I guess." He kissed me.

"I don't like this. The whole hiding thing. Its so annoying."

"I know… I just… I like us. I don't want things to change because of your fans, and our friends."

"Izzy. That would never happen! Don't you know that?"

"I'm sorry. I just… I need to trust us." I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"You don't trust me?"

"No. I trust you. I need to trust us. As a couple. Otherwise I'll lose you."

"You'll never lose me. I won't let us fall apart." I smiled, then kissed him on the cheek. His cheeks turned to the color of my hair.

"Mr. Jonas, are you blushing?"

'Maybe…" He said as he kissed me. He grabbed me and we began to make out. He kissed me continuously.

"Izzy! What are you doing?"

Oh crap. We're caught.