January 14, 2007
After Christmas, the Jonas Brothers had been doing concerts on the east coast until the new year. Miley and the rest of the Cyrus family had gone to Tennessee 2 days after Christmas to do family Christmas with the rest of Billy Ray's side of the family. They were there until a week before the Jonas's were moving into their new home in California.
Two days ago, the Jonas clan had come out to California to get the keys to their new house, however, since nothing was there in the way of furniture, they stayed at a hotel. So for 2 days, they shopped for beds, living room furniture, kitchen supplies, paint, sheets, lamps, and everything else that they would need in their new house. Their new home was completely filled with bags from Target and Bed, Bath, and Beyond full of the smaller things that they had gotten. The furniture would be delivered today.
Denise and Kevin Sr. got to the house early, to start unpacking things and putting them away. The boys took a cab over later in the morning before the furniture got there. When they saw 2 huge trucks pull up into the driveway, they all got excited. All but Denise. She was dreading having her boys move the things in. There was bound to be some sort of complication.
Everything went smoothly for the most part, until they were unloading the beds. Joe insisted that his be the first to go up.
"Joe, we're not going to climb all the way to the back to get your bed. The three of ours are in front of your mattress. You'll just have to wait," Kevin told Joe.
"NO!" Joe yelled. "I want my bed out now!"
They were all cranky after the heavy lifting earlier. Joe just wanted to take a nap, and his brothers knew that.
"You're not going to sleep, Joe. We have stuff to do," Nick said, grabbing the end of one mattress while Kevin got the other. Frankie was helping his mom in the kitchen, putting things away still. Kevin Sr. had gone to get them some lunch and Joe stood outside the truck with his arms crossed. As Nick and Kevin approached the end of the truck, Joe refused to move until they got his bed out.
"Joe! Stop being ridiculous!" Kevin yelled at him.
"I'm not being ridiculous. I just want my mattress!" he whined.
"You'll get it in a minute. If you'd help us, it'd go a lot faster!" Nick told him. Joe just huffed off away from the truck and got on his phone.
Kevin and Nick carried the 3 mattresses and the 3 box springs into the house and up the stairs all by themselves. Joe was still on the phone in the front yard, with AJ, no doubt. Kevin and Nick, not wanting to be tattle-tales but also not wanting to do all the work, told Denise that Joe wasn't helping. She walked outside and marched right up to him, took his phone and shut it.
"Joseph Adam Jonas. Today is stressful enough. Either help your brothers or find somewhere else to live!" she yelled at him.
"You wouldn't kick me out!" Joe laughed.
"Try me," she said in a stern voice and a pissed off look on her face. Joe stopped smiling and walked away to help his brothers with the rest of the stuff.
By the time they got all of the furniture into the house, it was a little after 2 o'clock. Nick decided to call Miley, since she said she would come over to help organize and unpack after they had gotten everything into the house.
"Hello?" she answered her phone.
"Hey, you! What's up?" Nick asked.
"Nothing much. Me and Brandi are watching a movie," Miley said and Nick could hear her crunching on some popcorn.
"Are you guys at your house?" Nick asked.
"Yeah. How's the moving going?"
"We're all moved in," he paused, "Kind of. We need to unpack still."
"You want me to come over?" Miley asked.
"No, I just thought I'd call you and tell you that I didn't want to see you," Nick told her.
"Jerk," she laughed.
"Skank," he retorted.
"Idiot," she replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is Nick, not Joe," Nick said and he and Miley both laughing. "I'm just kidding. I do want you to come over here. Brandi can come if she wants to."
"Nah, the movie's almost over and she's got plans. But I'll be over in about 15 minutes, okay?"
"Sounds good. See you then!" Nick said and shut his phone. This was the first time that he was going to see her in almost 4 weeks. He was so excited.
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"Did you just uninvite me?" Brandi asked Miley.
"No, I just said you were busy," Miley replied, getting off the couch and turning off the movie.
"Why?" Brandi questioned.
"Because. I wanted to get to spend some time with Nick."
"And you can't do that if I go with you?"
"Well, yeah, fine, if you want to come, then just come," Miley told her, walking up the stairs and to her room without waiting for a reply from Brandi. Brandi took the popcorn bowl to the kitchen and dumped it out into the trash and then followed Miley to her room.
"What's going on with you?" Brandi asked her sister.
"Nothing. I just, I don't want you going over there," Miley told her as she put on some makeup.
"Why?" Brandi asked.
"Because, you and Kevin have been talking a lot. What if you and him get together? And then break up? It would be awkward for me and Nick," Miley said and turned to face her older sister.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. If Kevin and I did like each other, you would have no business in that. You can't tell me who I can and can't like, little girl. So I suggest you keep your nose out of other people's business before it gets you into trouble."
Miley was shocked. Brandi didn't usually get that way with her. They were pretty close, but lately Brandi had been distant, and it all seemed to stem from when she met Kevin. Miley knew that something was going on, and she didn't want that to happen.
"You can't honestly tell me nothing is going on with the two of you," Miley retorted.
"I can honestly say that, Miley. We're just friends. Believe it or not, girls and guys can be just friends if they want to. He's a guy who's my age that's really cool. That's it," Brandi told her.
"Then why did you get so defensive?" Miley asked.
"Because, Miley. You can't just go assuming things about people. If you'd stop thinking about Nick for 5 seconds, maybe you would realize what was going on," Brandi said and stepped out of Miley's room.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miley yelled. Her only response was hearing Brandi's door slam shut.
Miley finished getting ready and headed downstairs. She left a note for her parents, who were out that day and grabbed her jacket off the back of the couch and headed for the Jonas' new house.
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"Hey!" Nick said when he answered the door and saw Miley. He grabbed her in a big hug and spun her around. With one hand around her waist and one on the back of her neck, he set her down and pulled her close. "I missed you," he whispered.
"I missed you, too," she replied in a whisper. She sent chills down his spine with her words and she felt him tense up. "Do you like that?" she whispered again.
"Not funny, Miley," Nick said and pulled away from her and walked her into the house.
"This looks great!" Miley exclaimed as she walked into the door. Even though the furniture was it, it wasn't organized at all. There were bags and boxes of things everywhere and a few large trash bags here and there, but it really was just a beautiful house.
"Very funny," Denise said, walking into the living room to greet Miley. "How are you sweetie?" she asked with a hug.
"I'm good. Nicholas here told me ya'll could use some help," Miley said and poked Nick in the side.
"Of course!" Denise replied. "Nick, your bags are up in your room. She can help you make your bed and everything."
"Alright," Nick said and grabbed Miley's hand and led her upstairs to his room.
"Your mother is very trusting of you, isn't she?" Miley asked as the entered his room.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked, confused.
"She just sent me and you up here all by ourselves," Miley said, raising an eyebrow. Nick just laughed and turned to face her.
"I'm probably the only one she can do that with. Kevin and Joe aren't allowed to have girls in their rooms, unless other people are in there, too. And I'm technically not supposed to, but my mom trusts me a lot. And she trusts you," Nick said, squeezing her hand a little tighter.
"Well that's cool!" Miley said as she pulled out his sheets from one of the bags on the floor. "These are so cute!" she exclaimed.
"Great. Now I have to get new ones!" Nick said.
"Why?" Miley asked, looking up at him.
"I can't have cute sheets!" he said sarcastically as he pretended to puff up his chest. "I need manly sheets!"
"Shut up. I just meant that I liked them!" Miley said. They were a navy, white and dark green plaid print and his comforter was navy blue with music note patches of the same material his sheets were made of sewn into the fabric. "Where did you find this?"
"Target, but Mom sewed the patches on. She does all kinds of crafty stuff like that for us," Nick told her. They made his bed and Nick realized what he had done by bringing her into his room. She would find out that he could see her room out of his window! "Let's sit down," Nick told her, trying to keep her away from the window.
They each went to one side of the bed and fell backwards, so they were laying down. They propped themselves up on their arms and faced each other, making Miley face Nick and the wall behind him, while he could see her and the window. They made small talk for awhile. After it was silent for a few moments, Nick told her what he'd been waiting to tell her.
"So I got a call the other day," he started.
"From who?"
"This guy who works for D-life," Nick told her.
"D-life?" Miley asked.
"It's an organization for teens with diabetes."
"Oh, what'd he want?"
"He wants the Jonas Brothers to play at a concert in New York, in March."
"How'd they know you have diabetes?" Miley asked, stunned.
"They don't know. They just asked because a lot of people were asking for us," Nick said. He looked down at the comforter and played with one of the patches. Miley reached over and grabbed his hand.
"I think you should do it," Miley said firmly.
"But if I do, I'll have to tell everyone that I have diabetes!" Nick told her.
"Then tell everyone. Nick, come on. Do you know what this would mean to your fans?"
"I don't think I can do it, Miley."
"Of course you can. You can do anything," she smiled at him and he smiled back. They just looked at each other for a moment. Each of them subconsciously moved forward a little, and then a little more. They were so close. She could feel his breath on her lips. They started to close their eyes and lean in a little more.
"Hey Nick, could you come help me with—Whoa!" Kevin yelled as he walked into Nick's room and turned right back around. Nick and Miley's eyes flung open and they looked at each other nervously, and then at Kevin.
"What?" Nick asked, a little angrily.
"Sorry, if I would have known, and you, that, I mean, I just," Kevin sputtered out.
"What did you need?" Nick asked again.
"I, umm, oh, never mind. I'll go ask Joe," he said as he left. After he was gone, Miley and Nick looked back and each other and started laughing. Sure, their first kiss was interrupted, but they both had to admit, Kevin's reaction was almost priceless.
"I guess we should take that as a sign?" Miley asked Nick.
"Probably," Nick replied. "Next time, we'll be more careful, though."
"What if it would have been your mom?" Miley asked.
"It probably wouldn't have been a big deal. I mean, she obviously would have stopped it, right?" Nick laughed and kissed Miley's hand.
"Yeah, I guess. Wait…a next time?" Miley asked with a raised eyebrow and a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah?" Nick asked, a little confused.
"Who say's there's going to be a next time?" Miley questioned jokingly.
"Oh you can count on it, missy," Nick replied. "That's for sure."
"Kids, lunch is here!" Kevin Sr. called up the stairs. Nick and Miley heard what Miley called a 'herd of elephants' rushing down the stairs. The two of them calmly walked out of his room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Joe was already stuffing his face with the monster burger that his dad ordered him. Kevin wasn't far behind Joe with the face stuffing. Frankie was surprisingly waiting patiently at the counter for his mom to put his meal on a plate.
"So how's the room coming?" Denise asked as she handed Nick and Miley each a plate with a burger on it.
"We made the bed," Miley said, and then turned to Nick. He paused.
"What else did you get done?" Denise asked again.
"Just the bed," Nick laughed. Denise gave him the look and he held his hands up in surrender. "I promise, Mom." She just smiled at him.
"Go on, go sit in the living room with your brothers. And don't get anything on the carpet!" Denise told the two of them. They walked out and saw Joe, Kevin, and Frankie all sitting on the floor with the TV on. Joe had insisted that the TV be the first thing installed. It wasn't even up on the entertainment center yet, just on the floor, but it was nice to have some kind of noise while everyone was eating.
"I don't want to watch this!" Frankie whined. Kevin threw him the remote. As Frankie was skimming the channels, Disney happened to be one of them. Frankie didn't stop, but Joe grabbed the remote from his youngest brother and turned it back.
"You get the BEST of both worlds," sang the blonde on the TV.
"Turn it off," Miley told Joe.
"No way. How cool is this? We can watch Hannah Montana, and Miley Stewart, and Miley CYRUS!" Joe exclaimed.
"You're ridiculous!" Nick told Joe and tried to take the remote from him.
"Nope, we're watching it," Joe replied, sitting on the remote.
"Whatever," Miley muttered as she bit into her sandwich. It's not like she was embarrassed that she was Hannah Montana, but she didn't really like to watch herself on TV. It was weird.
What was worse, was the episode. It was all about Miley Stewart trying to impress an older guy and making him like Hannah Montana. Sure, it was a fine episode, but it was Miley with another guy, and Nick was getting jealous, even if it was just acting.
"Turn it off," Nick told Joe after they'd had it on for about 5 minutes.
"Not a chance," Joe replied. Nick tried to ignore it, but when he saw Miley flop on the couch and strike a pose for the guy, and he said she was hot, he lost it. He got up and turned the TV off. Joe just turned it back on, so Nick unplugged it and stormed off into the kitchen with his half full plate of food.
"What was that about?" Joe asked to everyone in the living room. Kevin shrugged, but Miley knew. She excused herself and walked into the kitchen with her plate as well. Nick was sitting at the counter talking to his mom.
"I'm so stupid, Mom, but I just couldn't help myself. And I can't tell her because--" Nick was saying before Denise cut him off. She looked up and saw Miley in the doorway.
"I think you need to tell her," Denise looked at Nick and said.
"But I can't!" Nick desperately whined.
"Yes, you can," she informed him and pointed to Miley standing behind him. He turned around and saw her standing there, waiting for him to say something. He said nothing.
"Tell me what?" Miley finally asked.
"I'll be out in the living room if you need me," Denise said quietly and exited.
"Tell me what?" Miley asked again.
"Nothing," Nick said, turning his back to her and taking a bite of his burger.
"It's not nothing, Nick. What's going on?" she asked as she walked over to him and placed her plate on the counter next to him and took a seat.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Well I do want to talk about it. What happened in there?" she asked even though she already knew.
"I just, I just lost it," he said, looking up at her.
"No kidding. Why?" Miley asked.
"Because, you were, and, it's stupid," Nick mumbled.
"Nick, tell me," she pleaded with him.
"Because that guy called you hot, and I just couldn't take it!" Nick spilled out. Miley just smiled at him.
"Nick, it's just a show. It's not real," she started to say.
"But he really said that to you. I mean, I can't blame him, you are, but I don't like when other people say that about you. It's like you belong to them or something, which you don't," Nick huffed out. Miley, even though she knew the reason, was still taken aback by the things Nick had just said. She placed a hand over his.
"I don't belong to them, Nick. I belong to you," she said softly. He was surprised by what she had just said. She was surprised that she had really just said that to him.
"Do you mean that?" Nick asked her hopefully.
"Well I guess technically I don't belong to anyone. But I wouldn't mind if it was you," she told him. This time it was Miley who was embarrassed.
"I wouldn't mind if it was me, either," Nick chuckled at her and pulled her into a somewhat awkward hug since they were both sitting down. They pulled away and looked at each other and as their faces came closer and closer and closer, their hearts started beating faster and faster and faster. But of course, nothing is ever that perfect.
"Dude, I'm really sorry about earlier and I—Never mind," Joe said as he walked into the kitchen and right back out. Nick and Miley pulled away and laughed again.
"Today is just not our day, huh?" Nick asked her.
"I don't think it is, Nick, I don't think it is."
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They all finished their lunches and went back to unpacking. Nick needed to keep Miley out of his room as long as possible, or at least until it got dark so she couldn't see out the window. They helped Frankie unpack all of his stuffed animals and books and toys and that took a good 2 hours. Joe still hadn't done anything to his room but plug his TV in and set up his XBOX, so Miley and Nick helped him unpack some of his stuff as well, mostly while he sat on the floor and played his game.
It was finally dark, and Miley had been begging Nick to let her help more with his room. They went back to his room and they unpacked his books and pictures and stuff like that.
"There aren't any pictures of us," Miley told him.
"We haven't taken any!" Nick told her.
"Let's take one now, then!" she said, getting excited.
"Nah, I look like crap. We'll do it tomorrow," he replied, driving a nail into the wall to hang a picture of him and Joe when they were younger, wrestling.
"Does that mean we have plans tomorrow?" Miley asked him, grabbing another picture frame out of the box.
"If you want," he said, looking back at her.
"Of course!" she said. She looked down at the picture in her hands and cracked up. "That's the funniest thing I've ever seen!" It was a picture of Kevin, Joe, and Nick in their Halloween costumes when they were younger. Nick was dressed up as Blue from Blue's Clues.
"Hey! I was a cute Blue!" Nick defended.
"You know, Blue is a girl," Miley told him.
"But I didn't know that when I was 5!" Nick said.
"I was Magenta that year," Miley told him while she handed him the frame.
"You're kidding me?" Nick laughed.
"Nope. I loved Blue's Clues, but my favorite color at the time was pink. So I was Magenta," Miley explained to him.
"That's adorable," Nick told her as he hammered another nail into the wall. Miley kept handing him the frames and Nick kept hanging them up. Miley would have something to say about every picture she came across and Nick would have to explain himself for most of them. When they were done, they both took a step back and looked at the wall. All around the back wall with the window in the middle, there were pictures of Nick, his friends, and his family. They admired their good work as Nick put an arm around Miley. She leaned into him a bit and put her head on his shoulder.
"Tired?" he asked.
"No," she yawned.
"Liar," he laughed.
"Really, I'm not. Not when I'm with you," Miley said softly as she looked up at him. He smiled at her.
"Now we have to take them all down."
"What? Why!" Miley exclaimed, moving out from under his arm.
"We have to paint tomorrow," Nick told her.
"Then why the heck did we do this tonight?" Miley asked him, her hands on her hips.
"I wanted to keep you here as long as I could," Nick told her. She tried to look angry, but it wasn't working.
"You're so cute!" she said and pinched his cheek.
"Hey, I try!" he said and then paused. "So are you coming over tomorrow to help me paint?"
"Do you want me to?" she asked.
"No, Miley. I asked if you were going to so that I could tell you that I didn't want you here," Nick said sarcastically.
"Yeah," she laughed. "I'll be here. What time?"
"Can't you just stay?" Nick pleaded, of course joking with her.
"I'd love to, Jonas, but I just can't," she said, ruffling his hair.
"Why do you call me that?" Nick asked, going to sit on his bed. Miley followed him and sat down next to him. They both flopped backwards and were laying on their backs, side by side.
"Cause it's your last name, silly! Or did you forget?" Miley smiled.
"But it's also my brothers' last name."
"Duh," she said, wondering where he was going with this.
"I don't know, it just makes me think of you talking to my brothers," he sighed.
"And that bothers you because?" Miley started to say.
"It doesn't. I just want to think of you when you are here, not my brothers," Nick said and grabbed her hand.
"Okay, weirdo," Miley laughed and poked him in the side. He laughed, too, and poked her back. Before long, the poking had turned into tickling. "Nick! Stop!" Miley squealed.
"Not a chance!" Nick said as he shifted his weight so he was mostly on top of her, holding her down.
"Really, I can't breathe!" she gasped.
"Fine, fine," Nick said and stopped tickling her. He was, however, still leaning over her a little. She pulled a stand of curly hair behind her ear and caught her breath. Nick swallowed loudly. Miley bit down on her bottom lip, all the while looking at each other. Nick leaned down and got closer. She leaned up a little to meet him and they both closed their eyes.
"Hey, Miley, you sister just called and—You guys! Close the door!" Kevin yelled as Nick jumped off of Miley and they both sat up and turned a bright shade of red. "Seriously. You need to be smoother about this whole thing."
"It was fine until you walked in," Nick said under his breath. Miley elbowed him in the side.
"Anyway, Miley, your sister called and said you weren't answering your phone, but you needed to come home," Kevin told her.
"Thanks, Kev," Miley said standing up. Kevin left and Miley stood in front of Nick who was still sitting on the bed.
"Come here," he said and held a hand out. Miley grabbed it and he pulled her to him. She stood at the edge of the bed with one of Nick's legs on either side of hers. He hugged her waist and put his head on her stomach. She fluffed his curls a little bit.
"Certainly a memorable day, wasn't it?" Miley said. Nick just grunted into her midsection. "If I wasn't wrong, I'd think you just wanted to touch my stomach," Miley said and giggled.
"Maybe," Nick said and pulled her tighter, if that was possible.
"Nicholas!" Miley said and pushed him off a little so she could look at his face.
"Can you blame me?" he pleaded with her and stuck his bottom lip out.
"Fine," she said, and touched his nose with the tip of her finger and then turned to walk away. Nick stood up and followed her. He grabbed her before she could walk out of his room and placed his hands around her waist. He put his head on Miley's shoulder and she leaned her head back a little to put hers on his shoulder as well.
"Besides," he whispered. "You know if you got the chance to get close to my abs, you'd want to, too."
"Nicholas!" Miley squealed and turned around to slap him on the chest.
"Hey!" he said rubbing the place she hit him. "You know I'm right."
"Whatever," she said and turned to walk out of the room.
"Tell me I'm right," Nick said.
"No," she said as she walked down the hallway to the steps. He was close behind.
"Tell me I'm right, Miley," he said again.
"Nope," she laughed and ran down the stairs.
"Tell me I'm right, Miley!" Nick laughed loudly.
"Right about what?" Joe asked, who happened to be in the living room.
"Nothing," Miley and Nick said at the same time.
"Thank you so much for letting me come over, Mrs. Jonas," Miley said as she hugged Denise. "Where is Mr. Jonas?"
"He went to bed early. He was quite tired from today and we still have a lot of moving to do tomorrow," Denise explained.
"Oh, well tell him I said thank you as well!" Miley said and waved at Denise as her and Nick walked out the front door.
"Come back soon, Miley!" Denise called after them.
Nick walked Miley back to her house, the whole way badgering her about telling him he was right.
"Miley, you know you want this," he motioned to his body and winked at her as they passed under a street light.
"Fine. Is that all you want? Is for me to want your body?" Miley asked.
"Yes!" Nick told her. They both stopped walking so they were just barely in the light.
"Nicholas Jonas! I want your body! I want to touch your abs! I want to be able to run my fingers through your hair whenever I want! I want to be able to call you 6 times a day and you not get annoyed with me! I want you to never have to leave, to just stay here forever with me! I want you, Nick!" Miley yelled in the middle of the street at him. He just stood there, dumbstruck and not having any idea what to say. "I want all of you, Nick," she said softly after he refused to speak.
Miley hung her head and looked at the ground. She had gone a little overboard, hadn't she? Now Nick was freaking out. Well, not really freaking since he wasn't doing anything! She looked back up at him and he was still just staring at her.
"I'm going home," Miley said in defeat. As she turned to walk away, Nick snapped out of the trance that he had been in and grabbed her hand. He pulled her back to him and before either one of them knew it, they were close; real close. There was no space whatsoever in between their bodies that seemed to fit so perfectly together. Miley was only a little shorter than Nick, so she didn't have to look up at him very much.
"I want all of you, too," Nick said and leaned down into her. Miley leaned forward a little and their lips touched. It was soft, not rushed at all. After a few seconds, Nick pulled back and looked at Miley. He saw stars in her eyes as she looked back at him and he pulled her into another kiss. He grabbed the back of her head gently as they got closer with one hand and put the other on her waist. She placed both of her hands on his upper chest and then moved one of them up onto his neck.
When they finally pulled away, Nick had to hold Miley up because she had started to fall backward a little. He wasn't sure how he could hold her up, though, considering that his legs felt like pudding. Each of them had kissed people before, but it was nothing like this. It was by far the best kiss either had ever had. This was fantastic, incredible, amazing, and much like a fairy tale, but thankfully for the both of them, this was real.
"We should get you home," Nick said softly and slowly as he stepped back a little and grabbed onto her hand. She just nodded in agreement. They walked the rest of the way in silence, but words weren't really needed. "Well here we are," Nick said as they walked up the stairs to her porch.
"Yeah," Miley said, looking at him.
"Thanks for hanging out with me today," Nick said as he looked back at her.
"Of course," she smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Nick asked.
"I'll be there whenever you want me," Miley said.
"Well if that's the case, then we might as well go back to my house right now," he laughed a little and so did she.
"I would love to," she said as she grabbed his other hand as they stood facing each other.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Say, around ten?" Nick suggested.
"I'll be there," she smiled again and swayed back and forth a little.
"Goodnight, Miley," Nick said as the porch light turned on.
"Goodnight, Nick," Miley responded. All she wanted to do was lean over and kiss him again, but now her parents were watching, so that wasn't going to happen. Nick gave her one last squeeze of the hand and took off down the stairs back to his house. Miley smiled and waved when he reached the road and waved back to her. After she couldn't see Nick jogging up the street anymore, she walked into the house.
"Did you have fun today, Miley?" Tish asked her daughter.
"It was wonderful!" Miley said in a dreamy state and continued to walk.
"What did you do over there?" Brandi asked as Miley passed her as well.
"I fell in love," Miley sighed and walked up the stairs to her room.
"Great. Now Nick's going to have to die," Trace said and Brandi smiled at him.
"Trace, he's a nice boy," Tish said.
"Who's a nice boy?" Billy Ray asked, coming out of the bathroom.
"Nick," Brandi, Trace, and Tish all said at the same time. Billy Ray looked a little confused.
"Your daughter is in love," Tish informed him.
"Great!" Billy Ray exclaimed and clasped his hands together. The three of them looked at him questioningly, since he was usually so protective of her. "I've been looking for a good excuse to clean my guns!"
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Okay, so torturous, right? I was actually going to make them wait longer for their first kiss, but even I couldn't stand not seeing them together! I hope you guys liked it! Let me know which parts you liked, of course! I love the reviews! I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, but it will certainly be updated this weekend at the latest. Love you all!