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Miley's POV:

I closed the door to my house behind me quickly, leaving Nick standing there, smiling like an idiot. Well, he didn't look like an idiot, he looked cute…So, I skipped upstairs, and ran to my closet. It's times like these that I wish I had a larger selection of clothes. I stared at my clothed disappointedly.

"Damn it," I muttered.

I rushed to my mom's room in hope to find something of mine. Something feminine.

I finally found a gorgeous blue dress which I could wear with a denim jacket and my cowboy boots. I smiled at my discovery. It wasn't too dressy, or too casual, it was just right. I placed my outfit on my bed and went to get a shower. I shaved my legs—it was needed—and dried myself off. I quickly ran into my bedroom and began to put on my outfit.

After I was dressed—and I must say, it looked amazing—I curled my hair and applied some finishing touches with my make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror, and a beautiful girl stared back at me. She looked like the type of girl you see in magazines. I couldn't believe the girl staring back at me was…me.

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Two hours had passed; it was now 5: 30. I started to worry. I mean, I didn't know what time I needed to be at Nick's. Absentmindedly, I began to fiddle with my mobile in my pocket. I sighed. Should I call him? Or, maybe I should call Joe and ask him what time I needed to be there, so I didn't seem too clingy.

But I wanted to hear his voice badly.

Darn it.

In the end, I called his house phone. There was a small slice of a chance he'd pick up. But he didn't pick up. His dad did.

"Hello?"

"Hey Paul, it's me. Um, I was just wondering; what time should I come to your house?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, um, how does 7 sound?" he offered.

"Cool, I'll be there. And thank you so much for inviting me over today, Paul."

"My pleasure, Miley," he chuckled.

I smiled, "Oh, okay then. See you soon!"

"Yes, bye, Miley."
We hung up.

And then I realized something.

I'd just been talking to the dad of my boyfriend; and he didn't even know.

Or did he?

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7 o'clock soon came. I left a note on the phone table telling my mom & dad where I was. I walked out of my house and crossed the road. Before I knew it, I was at Nick's house. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

No POV:

When Miley knocked on the door, Nick, Joe, Kevin, Paul and Denise all sprang to their feet. Denise scurried to the door, and opened it. Nick stared at the doorway.

"Miley!" Denise cried, as she flung her arms around Miley.

"Hey," Miley giggled, hugging back.

Miley and Denise had a special relationship. They were like mother and daughter. Because Miley's parents used to work all the time—and still do—Denise looked after Miley and soon Miley had become part of the Gray family. Nick, Joe, and Kevin were like brothers to Miley. Paul and Denise were like parents to her, but Denise was someone who Miley could rely on, no matter what.

"Miley, you look beautiful," Denise declared, gesturing towards Miley's clothes and face.

"Thank you," Miley blushed.

Nick, Joe, Kevin and Paul—who were all stud around the table in which they were eating—all tried to get a glance of Miley.

"Well, come in." Denise smiled, moving aside so Miley could enter.

Nick stared at Miley, with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe she was his. How could he not see someone so beautiful before? Joe kicked Nick from under the table, "Stop staring!"

But Nick was not the only one who was amazed by Miley's beauty. Even Kevin and Joe were staring at her. This made Miley extremely self conscious. She stud beside Denise shyly, like a shy 3-year-old.

Nick, Kevin and Joe had been taught to treat a girl with respect. That meant standing up when a girl is about to sit down at a table, taking her coat, etc, etc.

Joe walked over to Miley, smiling, "May I take your coat, ma'am?"

Miley giggled, which made Nick smile, "Why, of course you can, sir."
Joe gently took Miley's coat off her and placed it on the coat hanger and sat back down at his seat at the dining table.

This left Miley in her dress and cowboy boots. Because her chest was more visible now, she was extremely self conscious.

Denise pointed to the only empty seat at the table—the seat next to Nick. Miley took a deep breath and walked towards her seat. Nick pulled the chair out for her, smiling uncontrollably.

Miley smiled up and him, unable to break the gaze, "Thank you." She whispered.

When Miley was seated, Nick, Kevin, Joe, Paul and Denise all sat down at their seats.

"Tuck in!" Denise grinned.

Joe dived into his pasta like a hungry tiger. In seconds his face was covered in pasta sauce.

Miley looked at him and giggled. Nick smiled as he watched her laugh.

"Honestly, Joseph, where are your table manners? We have a guest round!" Paul sighed.

Joe swallowed, "Sorry, Dad."

"So, Miley, I hear you're a great song writer?" Denise piped up.

Miley blushed, "Well…I…Um,"

"Miley's an amazing song writer," Joe beamed.

"Truly amazing! You should've heard this song she did in poetry class. It was awesome!" Kevin chimed in.

Miley placed some pasta in her mouth.

"Oh, that's nice." Paul smiled.

Miley was unaware that all that time, Nick had been staring at her. Not in the weird way, but the adoring, caring kind of way. It wasn't until Denise told her son, "Nick, stop staring at our guest!" that Miley realized he'd been watching her.

Miley flushed scarlet.

"Sorry," Nick mumbled and started to play with his pasta.

A few minutes passed. Miley found herself having the time of her life with her favourite people. She knew that, even though she was falling in love with Nick, she was already in love with his family. Suddenly, Miley felt Nick's fingers intertwine with hers under the table. At first she jumped, but after a while the heat of his hand made her feel comfortable. Their hands parted as Denise came around the table to collect the empty plates.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Yes, it was amazing, Denise. Thank you." Miley smiled.

Paul left the table. Joe, Kevin, Nick and Miley soon departed, too.

"I should get going," Miley announced.

"Leaving so soon?" Joe pouted.

Miley giggled, "Sorry, Joe. My parents will be wondering what I'm up to. You know how paranoid they get. Well, I see you later. Thank you so much for having me round, guys."

"It was our pleasure, Miley!" Denise grinned as she gave Miley another huge hug.

"Yes, it, um, was," Paul noted.

Miley gulped. Why was Paul acting so strange around her?

"Shall I walk Miley home?" Nick asked, hopefully.

Paul nodded, and Denise agreed.

Miley and Nick left. The night was cold and dark.

"Crap," Miley muttered as they entered her front garden.

"What?" Nick asked her.

"I forgot my jacket, I left it at your house,"
"I'd give you my jacket but…I kind of don't have one right now."

Miley laughed, "That's okay."

This was the time they both hated. Saying goodbye. Sure, they'd see each other the next day; but they still didn't want to part.

"So, um, thanks for having me tonight," Miley thanked.

"Pleasure," Nick grinned.

Miley suddenly hugged him, and breathed in his scent. Nick hugged back; then lightly kissed the top of her head.

"Miles?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"
" Could you do me a huge favour?" he asked her.

"Anything," she replied.

Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It had 'Open Me Later' written on it. Miley pulled away from the hug and looked at the paper curiously.

"I want you to open this before you go to sleep tonight," he told her.

"Okay," Miley nodded, "But, what is it?"

Nick tapped his nose and smirked, "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

Miley's lips curved a little, "Oh really?"

"Really."

"Okay, I'll open it," she smiled, "On one condition."

"What's that?" Nick inquired.

Miley pouted and pointed to her lips. Nick smiled as he realized what she was doing.

"Please, Nicky?" she begged.

Nick smiled and pulled her close to him. Her breathing intensified. He kissed her forehead and his lips travelled down her face until they reached hers. He kissed her slowly, gently, then pulled away.

Miley's face fell a bit, "Is that all?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Don't be greedy."

Miley folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

Nick chuckled, "Aw, I don't want to leave you in a mood."

"Then kiss me."

Nick sighed. He pulled her close to him once again and leaned in. He stopped, his face millimetres away from hers. His breath flew onto her face, causing her to shiver. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing her. And it was driving her crazy. His kissed her quickly then pulled away, although his arm was still wrapped around her waist.

"Nicky," Miley whined.

"What?" he chuckled, as the pressure of his body on her intensified.

Miley's breathing became quick, uneven and heavy. She wondered how he had this much self control, as she just wanted to devour him.

"S-stop teasing m-me," she begged.

"'K,"

Nick pinned her up against the house roughly, yet gentle. He didn't want to hurt her. His lips found hers and her kissed her passionately. Soon enough, they were making out. Miley ran her fingers through his hair. Nick loved that. He smiled while kissing her. Air soon became necessary; they pulled away.

"Wow," Miley breathed.

Nick laughed. Miley stared at him adoringly. Her eyes were big, her smile was wide. She was glowing.

Nick kissed her forehead, "Goodnight," he whispered, "Don't forget your note."

"I won't." she promised.

Miley ran into her house, said goodnight to her parents, got ready for bed and pulled out the note.

She opened it slowly; carefully, she read the words on the page;

I love you, too.