Okay, so first off, I completely forgot the Miley's birthday in 2006 was Thanksgiving…so we're just going to pretend that it wasn't because it doesn't work in my story, lol. Keep the reviews coming please, they really help! Let me know if you want to see anything in the rest of the story! Thanks guys!
November 22, 2006
"Why so glum, chum?" Joe asked his younger brother.
"I'm fine, Joe," Nick replied, carrying his small duffle bag onto the plane and sitting by the window.
"You don't look fine," Joe said, taking the seat next to him. Kevin and their father sat in the seats in front of the two younger Jonas men.
"I am!" Nick snapped.
"Dude, you've been pretty irritable for awhile. Your sugar okay?"
"It's fine, Joe," Nick said, slightly annoyed, but lightening up because he knew his brother really was concerned.
"Okay, I'm just looking out for ya," Joe said.
Nick rested his head on the window of the plane as they began to take off. He closed his eyes and wished he wasn't leaving California. He loved being in LA, even if their label was ready to drop them. It didn't hurt that Miley was there, but contrary to Joe's beliefs, it wasn't the primary reason Nick loved southern California.
"You are now free to move about the cabin," said an automated voice from the speakers in the ceiling and the seatbelt lights went off. It was an early morning flight and not many people were on it, and the few who were had no idea who the Jonas Brothers were. Joe got up to go to the bathroom and Kevin came to sit next to his brother. Nick had just started to nod off to sleep when he felt his big brother brush up against him.
"What's up man?" Kevin asked.
"Not much. Just tired. I didn't sleep well last night," Nick shrugged.
"Well," Kevin started and put a hand on Nick's shoulder, "we'll be home soon so you can sleep then, but right now you better get those creative juices flowing!"
"What are you talking about?" Nick chuckled.
"You always write some of your best stuff on planes! Especially when you're tired," Kevin winked.
"You're in my seat," Joe said, a little irritated because he was tired as well.
"Touchy, touchy. I'm getting up," Kevin joked, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, I'm back," Joe said to Nick as he sat back down.
"Really? I had no idea!" Nick said in a sarcastic, but happy voice.
"Oh, someone's in a better mood," Joe raised an eyebrow.
"Kevin told me I need to write, and I've got a few things I wanna say," Nick said, taking his notebook out of his duffle bag and starting to write down a few ideas and piecing them together. Joe tried looking over his shoulder a few times, but with 3 brothers, Nick had gotten pretty good at being able to hide things from them, so Joe had no luck with figuring out what Nick was writing about. However, Joe certainly had his own ideas that he took into dreamland with him as he drifted off to sleep.
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November 23, 2006
"You think she's gonna like it this year?" Billy Ray asked his wife as walked up behind her and put an arm around her waist.
"She's gonna love it, baby," Tish turned around and said before she kissed him.
"How'd you get her out of the house?" Billy asked.
"I gave Brandi and her some money to go shopping with, to get something nice for the party."
"She knows?" Miley's father asked.
"Uhh, yeah. She's 14, of course her parents are throwing her a party!" Tish laughed and slithered out of his embrace so she could get back into the kitchen and get the food going for that night. It was still morning, but she knew she would still be running late.
"Where are Brais and Noah?" asked Billy Ray, following his wife. He was just full of questions and lacking a lot of answers about what was going on that day, as he usually did.
"Trace took them to go get Miley presents and they're picking up the cake on their way back later on this afternoon.
"So we have the house all to ourselves?" Billy Ray asked his 5th question in a row, walking slowly up to Tish.
"Don't even think about it. We have way too much to do. Here," Tish threw an apron at him.
"You want me to cook?" he asked her, a little dumbfounded.
"I don't like this game of 20 questions, Billy. Get your butt in gear, we have a party to throw!" she instructed him in her 'mom' voice.
"Yes, ma'am," he said glumly, wishing he was picking out a birthday present for Miley with three of his kids. He still didn't have anything for her.
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Miley had been trying on outfits all day and hadn't come up with anything. She wanted something fun, but not too fancy, because she didn't know what kind of party it was, but her mom told her it wasn't fancy, for sure. She didn't really want to look like Hannah either, although she did pull off that 'flashy' look rather well.
"Brandi! I've decided I'm going to my party naked," Miley grumbled as she slumped down onto a chair in the store.
"You're out of your mind, come on, we still have half the mall to cover," Brandi said, pulling her sister up.
"I'm just tired of being stopped. I love my fans, but sometimes it's too much," Miley half smiled with a conflicted look on her face.
"Look, you're doing what you love, and the fans come with that. Put on your hat. We'll walk fast," Miley's older sister said as she dragged Miley out of the store.
After about 50 outfits, or so it seemed to both Miley and Brandi, Miley had finally found the perfect one. An aqua colored lace cami with white polka dots and a dark brown half-sweater over the top of it, with Silver brand jeans in a dark wash with brown stiletto boots that came a little over halfway up her calf, over her jeans of course.
"It's perfect," Brandi said as Miley was thinking it. "Thank the Lord!"
"Now we gotta find you an outfit!" Miley squealed as she went back into her dressing room to change. Miley loved picking out clothes for other people, although she could never decide on anything for herself to wear.
"I can just wear something from home, Miles," Brandi called to her sister. Then Miley poked her head out of the dressing room door.
"Don't even think about it. It's my birthday and we are going to shop!"
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The Jonas's had gotten back home the day before, but all 3 brothers were still tired from the trip, mostly because they were stressed about finding another label. Joe was still in bed, not sleeping, but still in bed. Imagine Cameron from Ferris Bueller's Day Off and add a glooming singing voice and you've got Joe.
Kevin was out with some friends and Nick was home with Frankie while his parents went out to get groceries and run a few other errands. Frankie, unlike his brothers, was very energetic and wanted to do something; anything!
"Nick!" Frankie yelled at his brother as he jumped off the back of the couch onto Nick's back, taking him down to the ground.
"Frank, bud," Nick started as he picked himself and his brother off the ground, "you gotta warn me before you do that."
"Sorry," Frankie pouted. He looked so cute like that.
"It's alright," Nick said as he ruffled his youngest sibling's hair. "Let's get a snack, huh?"
"Yeah!"
"What do you want?"
"A triple peanut butter banana marshmallow cream sandwich!" Frankie screamed. He apparently had been eating with Joe too much.
"That's disgusting. How about plain old peanut butter and jelly?" Nick asked.
"Fine," Frankie said, just excited that he was getting to spend time with his brother. They were gone a lot and Frankie didn't always get to go. When they were home, they were out a lot with their own friends, and since Frankie was only 7, he didn't get to go a lot of places with them.
After they were done eating, Nick washed their dishes and Frankie helped him dry them. Frankie was raring to go and Nick just wanted to chill out with his guitar. Maybe he would wake Joe up and he could watch Frankie for awhile.
"Hey man, I'm going out, I'll see you later," Joe called to Nick as he ran past him and to the front door.
"Where are you going?"
"AJ just called. She's in town, I gotta go," Joe said, pulling on his coat and slamming the door. So much for having Joe watch Frankie.
"Wanna play Bob the Builder with me?" Frankie asked Nick, referring to his new PlayStation 2 game.
"How about I just watch you, bud," Nick suggested, really not wanting to play, but not wanting to hurt Frankie's feelings either.
"Okay, come on!" Frankie grabbed Nick's hand and pulled him into the living room.
"Let me go grab my guitar, I'll be right back. Go ahead and set up the game," Nick told his brother as he pulled away from his grasp and ran upstairs. When he came back down with guitar and notebook in hand, Frankie was already playing and completely oblivious that Nick was even in the room, even after he started playing.
"California, I've been missin' you; it's true," Nick started. "I can't write a song about a freaking state. Where's my head today?" Miley, that's where his mind was. It was her birthday and he hadn't called her yet, but she was 4 hours behind him and he didn't want to wake her up if she was sleeping. Maybe he'd write her a song, since he was pretty sure she'd written one about him.
"Hello beautiful, how's it going? I hear it's wonderful, in California. I've been missin' you, it's true," he sang, smiled, and wrote it down. He could already tell this was going to be quite easy.
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"Hey, Mom, we're just pulling up now, where would you like us to come in at?" Brandi asked her mom. She had called her because she knew that the party would be in the living room and her parents wanted it to be a surprise to Miley.
"Can you bring her in through the kitchen, B? And when you take her to the stairs, make her close her eyes, please?" Tish asked her eldest daughter.
"Yup, got it," Brandi told her mom and hung up. "We've got to go in through the kitchen, and you have to close your eyes as we go up the stairs."
"That's fine. I don't want to see it until tonight anyway," Miley said, shrugging. They got their bags out of Brandi's car and the sisters walked into the kitchen. Miley closed her eyes even before she reached the living room to get to the stairs. She wanted it to be a surprise, too. "You're going to have to guide me, Brandi."
"Got it," Brandi said, grabbing Miley's arm and leading her to the stairs. Miley tripped a few times, but didn't fall and finally reached her room. "Now I'm going to leave you be for a little while. Talk to your friends, whatever, just don't go downstairs," Brandi warned.
"I won't, I won't!" Miley said, holding her hands up in defense. She really didn't want to see her party just yet. She decided that she would take a little nap since she figured she'd be up most of the night. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what Nick was doing, and why he hadn't called.
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"Yes!" Nick said to himself, a little too loud.
"What?" Frankie said, looking up from his game for the first time in 2 hours.
"Nothing, sorry," Nick apologized.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Frankie walked up behind him. Nick was sitting at the computer desk in the living room. There were a bunch of words and numbers that were too little for Frankie to read from where he was standing.
"Nothing, bud. How about you go find Kev, huh? He got home just a little while ago. I think he's in the game room with Will," Nick told Frankie, hoping he would bite. He did.
"Awesome!" Frankie yelled and ran towards the game room. "Hey Kevin!"
Nick finished looking up what he needed to and printed it off. He called the phone number on the bottom of the page and a nice lady answered. He asked a huge favor of her. Thankfully she was able to help him.
"You can? Oh my gosh, thank you so much, ma'am. I will call you back at this number as soon as I talk to my parents. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Bye!" Nick said into the phone and hung up. He ran upstairs to his room with phone and guitar in tow. He shut his bedroom door and thank goodness Joe wasn't home yet. He scrolled through his address book and got to her number. Miley.
She answered after a few rings with a groggy voice.
"Hello?" Miley asked slowly.
"Hey birthday girl! Did I wake you up?" Nick asked, a little sorry he had called.
"No, no, I was just, umm," she started and he could hear her rustling around, probably sitting up.
"Sleeping?" he asked.
"Yes," Miley said, starting to get her voice back to normal.
"I'm sorry. I figured you'd be up by now. What time is it there, anyway? Like two o'clock?" Nick said, apologizing and mocking her at the same time.
"Yes, and I've been up and shopping already, but I have my party tonight so I wanted to get some more sleep in."
"Oh, well I'll let you sleep," he said, not really wanting to get off the phone with her.
"NO!" she said a little too quickly. "I mean, I'm fine, I needed to get up anyway. What's up?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to call and wish you a very happy birthday," he told her and it was like he could hear her smiling on the other line. He even thought he heard a little "Eep!"
"Well thank you, Mr. Jonas," Miley said, scrunching up her nose with happiness. "So what'd ya get me?" she laughed, and so did he.
"Actually," Nick started.
"Oh no, you didn't really get me anything did you?" Miley asked, getting a little nervous.
"Kind of. It's not something that I really got, it just kind of came to me," he said, sarcastically but serious.
"What are you talking about?" Miley laughed into the phone. It seemed she laughed more and more every time she talked to him.
"Get on AIM," he told her.
"Okay, do you want me to hang up?"
"Sure. See you in a minute," Nick said, and went over to his computer and signed on. Just a few seconds later, Miley did, too. He asked her if he could see her webcam, because he wanted her reaction and then sent her a request to view his. He told her to turn up her volume and when she said she had, he pushed back his chair a little and picked up his guitar. He could see her smiling, because she knew that he was going to sing to her.
"This is for you, birthday girl," Nick smiled into the camera and started playing his guitar.
"Hello beautiful, how's it goin'? I hear it's wonderful in California. I've been missing you its true," he sang looking into the camera. He loved the look on her face, she was smiling wildly, and now he knew why her dad started calling her 'Smiley'.
"But tonight I'm gonna fly. Yea tonight I'm gonna fly," he crooned and kept strumming the chord. "'cause I could comb across the world, see everything and never be satisfied, if I couldn't see those eyes."
He stopped playing and looked up at her, waiting for some kind of reaction.
"Nick, that's beautiful and amazing and, oh my gosh, thank you so much," she sighed.
"I'm not done yet," he told her, and watched her face light up even more, if that was possible.
"Hello beautiful, it's been a long time, since my phone's rung, and you've been on that line. I've been missing you, it's true," he sang to her. "But tonight I'm gonna fly. Yea tonight I'm gonna fly! 'Cause I could comb across the world, see everything and never be satisfied, if I couldn't see those eyes," he finished. He had closed his eyes for the last few lines as he got into the song, and when he opened them, he saw that she was crying.
"Miley, what's wrong?" Nick asked her, concerned that he had upset her, or worse, scared her.
"Nothing, Nick. Nothing at all. That was so amazing. No one other than my dad has ever written a song about me before. I love it, thank you," she said, wiping her cheeks. "How did you come up with that?"
"Same way you came up with One in a Million," he winked at her.
"What, umm, what are you talking about?" Miley asked nervously.
"That song you were singing when I caught you. I'm not stupid, Miley," he told her.
"I haven't named it yet, though," she said, smiling.
"I just did that for you, didn't I?"
"You certainly are one in a million, Nick Jonas," she said.
"Why thank you Miss Miley," he said in a very fake southern accent and she giggled. "So you liked it? Really?"
"Really. By far the best birthday present ever," Miley told him. "But what's up with the flying? You gonna surprise me tonight at my party?"
"Oh, no, I just, I mean, I meant that you make me want to, you know, be lifted up, and I just," Nick stuttered.
"I'm just kidding, Nick. I knew what you meant," she smiled and laughed at his nervous demeanor.
"Well, I'm really glad you liked it."
"I did, thank you."
"But I've gotta go. Dinner's almost ready and I have to help set the table," Nick lied, although she wouldn't know that.
"What? Oh, right, the time difference. What time is it there?" she asked him.
"A little after 6," he informed her.
"Okay, well have a good dinner," she said, a little disappointed that he had to go, but still not able to wipe the smile off of her face.
"And you have a wonderful birthday party, Miley. Happy, happy birthday, pretty girl," he said, smiling back.
"Thank you. Don't forget about me," she winked.
"Couldn't if I tried. See you later," Nick said.
"Tootles!" Miley said and turned off her webcam. Nick sat there for a few minutes, reflecting on what had really just happened. Had he really just sang her a song? Had she really enjoyed it that much? Now he knew he had to talk to his parents for sure.
Just as Nick was reveling in his own glory, he heard the front door open and his mom call out that they were home. He rushed down the stairs so fast he was surprised he didn't fall.
"Mom! Dad! I need to talk to you!" Nick yelled out of breath at them.
"Nick, honey, what's up?" Denise asked.
"This," Nick told her, grabbing the print out from earlier and handing it to her.
"What's this?" Kevin Sr. asked, scanning the paper and getting a confused look on his face.
"Dad, I have to. It's her birthday," Nick told him.
"Who's?" his dad asked.
"Miley's," Nick and Denise said at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled. Nick knew she would give in.
"I don't see why not," Denise said, looking up at her husband. "What do you think?"
"Are you sure about this, Nick?" he asked.
"Yes. And I won't even get my allowance for 3 months. I won't even ask for it, please, Dad," Nick begged. Nick didn't ask for much from his parents, and this was a pretty big deal in itself, but Denise and Kevin knew that even though their son was 14, he knew what he was doing; he was much more mature than their 17 year old son, and sometimes even more than their 18 year old.
"Okay, I'll make the call. Go get my purse so I can have my credit card," Denise told Nick. Kevin Sr. walked over to his son and put an arm around him.
"You're really something, Nick, you really are."
"Thanks, Dad. I mean it. Thank you both," Nick said, truly appreciative. Denise was already on the phone and waved him off.
"You don't have much time. Go get ready! You're dad will be waiting in the car," she told him while she motioned to her husband to get the keys, and with that, he was off and running back up the stairs to his room. Tonight was going to be great.