AN: Well, it is going to be decision time, but not before Miley decides to have a chat with her father about a certain matter.
Chapter Three: Talking Makes Things Worse...
Miley walked down the steps, and saw her dad sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper. She had an important matter to discuss, and she hoped that her own father could help her out with this.
"Dad? Can I talk to you?" Miley said sitting across from him.
"Sure hon, what's on your mind?" Robby Ray asked.
"Dad, me and Michael are supposed to go to Ft. Lauderdale this weekend, but I am a little nervous about going." Miley said in a nervous tone.
"Really? What did he say?" Robby Ray asked, his full attention on Miley now.
"Well, it's not what he said, but it is what I asked him." Miley said. She knew what she was going to say next was really going to get her father mad at Michael.
"Miley, what did you ask him?" Robby Ray asked his daughter.
Then came her answer.
"I asked him when would be the best time for us to have sex." Miley answered.
Then came the silence.
When you become a father, there are certain things you grow accustomed to. You grow accustomed to being really protective of your children, and you grow accustomed to helping them grow up and leave the nest, which is probably the hardest thing to do as a parent. Wait, I take that back, that might be the second hardest thing to do as a parent.
Talking about their sex life is never easy, especially with your only daughter.
Well, Robby Ray Stewart, let's see how you are going to handle this.
Robby Ray just sat there in stunned silence. His daughter, his ONLY daughter, just told him that she asked her boyfriend about when would it be best to have sex. He was thinking about how and what his answer should be. That, and what would be the best way to murder Michael and get away with it. Of course, she had to answer her, and he gave her the best, and only answer that he could give her.
"Miley, you are my only daughter, and I can't tell you not to have sex because you are of that age when the issue comes up. The only thing I can tell you is to be careful." Robby Ray said.
Miley smiled, and gave her father a big hug. "Thanks, dad."
Robby Ray could only smile, because he knew that he was going to kill Michael the moment he saw him again.
Michael really had a bad feeling. He was coming over to Miley's house to talk to her, and he wondered if he should come over here, and talk to her with out at least bringing Melody with him. Too late to back out now, Jackson opened the door, and smiled at him. Michael knew that he was walking into a hornet's nest now. Jackson rarely smiled at him, and the fact that he was smiling at him now, that meant that something big and bad was about to go down involving him.
"Come on in, my sister's boyfriend, me and my dad want to talk to you." Jackson said, literally yanking the blonde haired teen into the home. Michael broke free of the grip, and took a seat on the couch.
"Is Miley home?" Michael asked him. Jackson look at him, and just shrugged. Soon enough, Robby Ray came down the steps, and stood right next to his son.
"Michael." Robby Ray said in a fatherly, 'if you touch my daughter, I'll cut off your manhood and feed it too you' type of voice.
"Okay, what is up?" Michael said, trying to get up, only to be pushed back into the couch by Jackson and Robby Ray.
"You are going to Ft. Lauderdale with Miley Sunday, right?" Jackson asked.
"Right, you knew that." Michael asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Just a warning, if you try anything fresh, we will find out about it." Robby Ray said.
"Okay." Michael said. He had a calm expression on his face. He was expecting this, and he can't say he would blame them at all.
"Guys! Miley screamed, walking down the steps.
"Michael, are you ready to go?" Miley asked him.
"Yeah, just having a chat with Jackson and Robby Ray." Michael said. He got up, and walked out of the front door with his girlfriend.
"Well, what do you think is going to happen with them?" Jackson asked his father.
"I don't know, because that is really up to her now." Robby Ray said, and he was right, it was up to Miley.
Michael and Miley were sitting at the beach, watching the sunset. Michael looked over at Miley, who was dressed in shorts, and a shirt, while Michael was dressed in casual t-shirt and jeans. Michael looked over at her, and asked her something.
"You told Robby Ray about what you asked me, didn't you?" Michael asked her.
"Yeah, sorry about them reading you the riot act." Miley told him.
"Can't blame them, if it was my daughter, I would feel the same way. Also, Charles and I did the same thing to Jackson when he started to date Melody." Michael said.
"Yeah, I remember that." Miley answered. Michael looked out, and took a deep breath.
"Miley, I have been thinking about what you asked me, and I have something to tell you." Michael said.
"Oh?" Miley said, looking him right in the eyes.
"I love you, and I am willing to do anything to keep you in my life." Michael said, knowing that what he just said was the truth.
Miley smiled and moved over, sitting on his lap. "I love you, too." She leaned in, gently kissing him. Michael smiled, and held his girl close to him, he satisfied her for now, but with Ft. Lauderdale and Spring Break close upon them, he was not out of the woods by a long shot.
AN: Next chapter, the two arrive at Ft. Lauderdale. R&R!