Sorry again, guys, this is mostly a JB chapter again, but Miley is at the end, I promise! I hope you guys are liking my story so far! Please review and send suggestions if you have any! Love you guys!

December 14, 2006

The Jonas boys were all out shopping, all 4 of them, at the mall, getting ready for Christmas. They had to walk around in beanies and clothes that they normally wouldn't be in so that they wouldn't be mauled. Even little Frankie. The Jonas Brother may not have been very successful for Columbia, or anywhere else in the country, but in New Jersey, they were gods.

"So what are we going to get for Mom?" Frankie asked his brothers.

"Are we doing one big present again, or should we each get her something?" Nick then asked.

"I don't know, maybe we should just look around and see what we find," Kevin suggested.

"We should send her and Dad on a hot air balloon ride," Joe suggested.

"Cool!" yelled Frankie.

"That is a decent idea, Joseph. Good job," Kevin said, seriously but sarcastically, patting his brother on the back.

"I do my best," Joe said, putting a hand over his heart.

"What are you getting AJ?" Kevin asked Joe.

"I don't know if I should get her anything, you know?" Joe said.

"Why? You are obviously together," Nick said.

"Why is it so obvious?" Joe stopped walking and asked his brothers.

"Because your tongue is always halfway down her throat," Kevin said, pushing past his brother and moving on.

"It is not!" Joe said, pouting.

"Okay, it might be a little less than halfway, but it's there," Nick joked.

"Oh yeah? Well what's up with you and Miley? What are you getting her?" Joe asked, getting the subject off of him.

"Well, we're not together, obviously," Nick laughed, "but I feel like I should get her something. You know," he paused, "just as a friend."

"Is that what you guys are, friends?" Kevin asked, jokingly.

"We haven't really discussed it," Nick started to say.

"What!? You guys haven't had a DTR?" Joe exclaimed.

"A what?" Nick asked, confused.

"A DTR! Determine the relationship? You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" Joe said.

"No clue, but no, we haven't talked about it."

"Do you want to figure it out?" Kevin asked Nick.

"I'm not sure, I do, but at the same time, I don't want to find out that she doesn't like me," Nick said, a little nervous even saying it.

"You're going to have to find out eventually," Kevin told him.

"I know. Let's just figure out what we're getting Mom," Nick said, leading Frankie into a store where Kevin and Joe followed.

At the end of the day, they still had found nothing for their mother, or their dad, but they had however, bought themselves a few new pairs of shoes, Nick got a pair of jeans and some shirts, Joe got some new hats and a jacket, and Kevin got 2 new scarves. They bought Frankie a shirt as well and an ice cream to keep him happy for the rest of the shopping trip.

When they got home, they unloaded everything and went their separate ways. Joe went into the game room to talk to AJ on the phone, Kevin went to his room to work on some new music, Frankie went into the living room to play on the PlayStation and Nick went to his and Joe's room, thankful that Joe wasn't in there. Nick hadn't talked to Miley in a few days, so he decided to call her.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey you, what's up?" Nick asked her.

"Not too much. What about you?"

"Pretty much the same. We just got back from Christmas shopping."

"What'd you buy me?" she asked, sarcastically of course.

"Nothing. We bought things for ourselves," Nick said, laughing.

"Well someone is selfish," Miley joked.

"I gotta look good, babe," Nick said, immediately regretting calling her babe.

"You already look good," Miley said, his pet name for her not even causing her to miss a beat.

"Well thank you, Miss Miley."

"When's the next time you're in town?" she asked hurriedly.

"I don't know for sure," he said, even though he knew exactly when they were getting there. He was quite interested in trips to LA since he had met her. "I think sometime next week, though."

"Good. I haven't seen you since my birthday party and I miss you!" she said.

"Oh yeah?" Nick said in a flirty voice.

"Of course! And your brothers, too. It's been even longer since I've seen them!" she told him.

"Speaking of my brothers," he started and then wished he hadn't. He didn't want her to know that he talked to his brothers about her. But now he had to finish. "We were talking about you today."

"Oh yeah? What about?"

"They asked me what I was getting you for Christmas," he said, and again regretted it. Why was he saying these things.

"And?" Miley waited.

"And I told them that I didn't know," Nick said, trying to wrap up the conversation. He didn't want to ask her now.

"Okay?" Miley said, wondering why he had said all that. "Nick, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," he said, his voice shaking a little.

"Nicholas," she warned.

"What are we?" Nick said quickly, before he could go back and change his mind about asking her.

"What?" Miley asked, shocked.

"Never mind," Nick said quietly.

"No, I just didn't hear you," she lied.

"I asked what we are."

"Well, I mean, we're friends, right?"

"Right, but I mean, what's going on with us?"

"What do you want us to be?" she asked him.

"I want, well, I guess I want whatever you want," he said, trying to make her not so nervous.

"Well, I mean, Nick, I just, I really like you, it's just that--"

"Yeah?" Nick asked.

"I mean, I think that we should just stay friends for right now. I don't want to ruin this," she said, wishing she didn't have to, but she knew that it was for the best.

"Okay," Nick said, trying not to sound hurt.

"Nick, I'm sorry. I just have a lot of my plate right now, and you will very soon and I don't think it would be fair for us," she said, trying to make him feel better, and convince herself that this was what was right.

"No, Miley, it's totally fine. That's what I was kind of thinking, too," he lied. "I just wanted to know how you felt about it."

"Yeah," she said after a few moments of silence.

"So…" Nick said after a few more.

"Well, call me sometime, Nick. Let me know when you are in town," she said, not wanting to sit in an awkward silence.

"Okay. I will for sure," he said, wanting to get off the phone as well.

"Talk to you then," she said quietly.

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye," she said.

He was taken aback by this because she usually left with 'Tootles!' in a happy voice but this time it was all different. He was worried that he had upset her, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

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Downstairs, completely unbeknownst to the 4 brothers, Mr. and Mrs. Jonas were in the kitchen discussing California again.

"I really like this one, Kevin," Denise said, picking out one of the many printed out pieces of paper that had houses and information on them. "It has a pool which will be great for the boys, and they'll each have their own room. Honey, I think this is the one."

"Really? Because it's in the city and you said you didn't really want to be that close to everything," Kevin said.

"But it will be better for you guys being closer to everything. And this neighborhood looks really nice, it's gated and the houses are far enough away from each other that we won't hear everything going on inside," she smiled. Kevin knew that this was it. She had made up her mind and she'd make every argument in the book just to move here.

"I can't believe we're really moving," Kevin said, placing a hand over his wife's.

"We're moving!" Frankie screamed, completely horrified by the idea. Kevin Sr. and Denise just looked at each other, wondering what to do now.

They didn't have long to think, though. Frankie had run off and told his brothers already. All 4 of them rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Out of breath, they all tried to speak at the same time.

"Whoa. One at a time. Kevin go," Denise said.

"I don't know what you think you are doing," he started, raising his voice. "We've lived here our whole lives and everything has been fine. We don't want to move away from our friends. This is our home!"

"Joe," Denise allowed her next son to speak.

"This is ridiculous. I don't care where we are moving to, I'm not going. I'll just stay here," Joe said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I really don't want to move, either, Mom. This is home, it always has been and I don't think it's fair for you to ask us to give that up," Nick said, more calmly than his brothers.

"I don't want to go!" Frankie yelled again, and started to cry.

"May I speak now?" Kevin Sr. asked his boys, and his wife. When there was no objection, he started. "I understand that you all are upset about this. But it wouldn't have to be permanent. We'd just be renting a house out there and still keeping this one here since it's already paid off."

"Where are we moving to anyway?" Joe said, still upset.

"California. Los Angeles, to be more specific. We think that it will be easier for you boys so you're not on a plane all the time, back and forth. If we're going to do this, we've really got to do this, boys," Denise told them. "Just take a look at the house."

The boys were reluctant, but if they were still going to have a house in New Jersey, it wasn't so bad. And they really did need to be in California. As soon as they saw the house, though, they were sold on the idea.

"A pool!" Joe said.

"Look at the size of the living room!" said Kevin.

"They have a swing set!" yelled Frankie.

"We'll have our own rooms," Nick breathed.

"Yes, yes, yes, and yes," said Denise. "But if you guys really don't want to move, we'll understand," she started to say.

"Who said we didn't want to go!" smiled Kevin.

"It wasn't me!" called out Joe.

"I guess we're going, then?" Nick looked up at his parents.

"Well, we've already called the landlord and she said she'd hold it until we can come out and look at it. When we go out there for our meetings we can look at it then," Kevin Sr. told them.

"This is awesome!" Joe yelled and started running around the room. "Frank! We're going to California!" Joe then grabbed his youngest brother and spun him around. Kevin, Nick, and their parents just stood and watched the two and laughed. Kevin ran over to Nick and tried to do the same.

"Don't even think about it," Nick warned.

"Too bad!" Kevin said, pretending to walk away and turning back around and flinging Nick up over his shoulder.

"Boys! You're going to break something!" Denise said.

"Sorry, Mom," Kevin said, putting Nick down. Joe flung Frankie, who was still giggling uncontrollably, down on the couch in the living room.

"I'm glad you're all excited about it," Kevin Sr. told them. Just as he finished his sentence, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Denise asked when she picked up. "Yeah, he's right here, hang on just a second," she said as she covered the phone with her hand. "It's David."

The boys knew what that meant. David from Columbia, and they were praying that it wasn't a bad call, but at this point, they all knew it would be.

"Hey, Dave!" Kevin Sr. said into the phone. "Yeah, yeah, we're coming out next Tuesday for the meeting," he paused, they assumed that David was speaking on the other end. "Oh, well, I'm sure we could…yeah, I understand…okay, I could…yeah, I'll call you back in a little bit," he said and hung up the phone.

"What's up?" Nick asked his dad after no one else said anything.

"David wants us out there tomorrow," Kevin Sr. told his boys slowly. He looked to Denise for some support that everything would be okay, but she sat down at the kitchen table and put her face in her hands.

"Why?" Kevin asked after another period of silence.

"I don't know, guys. I really don't know. Do you want to go?"

"Do we have a choice?" Joe asked, obviously upset.

"Not really. I could go with out you, but…" Kevin Sr. said.

"Not a chance. We're going, Dad," the eldest son said.

"Alright. Go pack. I'll call the airport," their dad told them. The three boys sulked up the stairs, hoping that this wasn't the end of the road for them. Frankie pouted on the couch.

"What's wrong, honey," Denise came up to him and asked as her husband picked up the phone.

"They always get to go! I thought I was going to get to go next time!" Frankie said, trying not to cry.

"Well, let's see. How about you go get your suitcases out of your closet and set them out on your bed and I'll come up and help you pack."

"I can go?" Frankie said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yep, we'll both go," Denise said, getting excited herself. Frankie hugged his mom and ran up the stairs to his room. Denise stood up and turned to her husband.

"Yeah, 4 tickets to LA," he said into the receiver.

"Make it 6," Denise called to him and winked. He smiled.

"I'm sorry, yes, 6 tickets to LA. Thank you so much," he said and hung up the phone. He hugged his wife and held her. "I just want the boys to be happy."

"I do, too. They're going to do this, Kev. Don't worry. They will," she said, a little unsure herself, but never letting off that she was.

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"Miss Hannah Montana!" said Edward, the vice-president of Disney.

"Hey, Eddie!" she said, walking into his office. "What'd you need?" Miley was on a first name basis with most of the company, since she had been spending more and more time with them. Hannah Montana was the most watched show in the country, after all.

"I just wanted to talk to you about the show," Eddie said, smiling at her and her father.

"Hope you're not canceling, us, bud," said Billy Ray.

"Not a chance!" Eddie laughed. "I was actually wanting to ask Miley some things that she'd like to do. Themes and what not."

"Really?" Miley asked, a bit surprised.

"Of course! It is your show, after all," he said.

"Alright, I'd really like to do something like having a villain type person. Someone who Hannah would compete with, but also someone who would challenge Miley. Not sure how that would fit in, but I think it would work if we could do it," Miley suggested.

"Good, good. What about guest appearances? Who would you like to work with?" Eddie asked her, getting a notebook out to write all this down in.

"JESSE MCCARTNEY!" she squealed.

"Alright," Eddie laughed, pretending to readjust his hearing. "Anybody else?"

"Umm, I'd really like to have Miley Stewart's mom on at some point. I think it's important to the show to have Miley interact with her. Maybe someone famous, but I don't know who," Miley said.

"I'll work on it. What about other musicians that you would like to work with?"

"I'd love it if Dolly could be on again. I love her. And Reba would be cool! Ashlee Simpson would be fun to work with, too. Maybe Christina?" Miley suggested, getting more and more excited.

"That's great. I was thinking more about boys, though. Just for a little flirtation for Hannah, or Miley."

"Oh, umm, well," Miley thought for a minute.

"Bud, what about…" Billy Ray started and looked at his daughter. She knew what he was going to say.

"The Jonas Brothers!" she yelled.

"The who?" Eddie asked, obviously unfamiliar with the group.

"The Jonas Brothers. They just did this new music video for a song called "Year 3000". Their single was "Mandy" and it was on TRL," she went on.

"Are they signed?"

"Columbia," Miley said, hoping that it wouldn't affect anything.

"Oh, well, we might be able to work something out," Eddie said, unconvincing.

"Please, Eddie. They are great guys and I'm really good friends with them. Just listen to their stuff. Give them a chance, please!" Miley begged. Eddie smiled at her.

"Okay, okay," he said, putting his hands up. "I'll check it out."

"Thanks!" Miley said, getting up to shake his hand.

"Come on, now," he smiled at her and got up as well. He came around from his desk and she skipped over to him and gave him a hug.

"Really, Eddie, it would mean a lot to them if you called them, and to me," she smiled up at him. He had become somewhat of an uncle to her since she'd been at Disney.

"I'll do whatever I can to work it out, Miley," he said.

When her and her dad left, Billy Ray asked her if she really wanted to work with them.

"Oh, Daddy, I do! They are hilarious and great and I think that it would be a lot of fun," Miley said, with a little hop in her step as they walked to the car.

"You mean Nick is hilarious and great and--" he started to say.

"They all are, Dad. I mean it. Be nice," she warned and pointed a finger at him.

"I just don't want to see you--"

"Get hurt, I know, Daddy. Stop worrying about me. You can't hurt someone you're not with, right?" Miley said with a smile, although on the inside, she was a little bitter.