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My morning started out with Nick laying next to me, stroking my hair.

"Hello." I turned to face him with a smile.

"Hi. You look even prettier in the morning, you know." How random.

"Doubt it. Especially after last night." I stated honestly.

"No, really. Your hair is at it's curliest, and you don't have makeup on. Besides, we didn't do anything last night." His head was cocked to the side, putting his face in the cutest position.

"Well you look pretty all the time." I decided to ignore his last statement.

"I know." I watched as he struck a pose. His hand on his side and the other on his head.

"You're adorable." I scooted into him as his grip tightened around my torso.

"I want you to come on tour with me." Another random comment. Isn't that my role in this relationship?

"For how long? I'm on a little break before "The Last Song" starts filming."

"Depends. When is your break over?"

"I have a few weeks but I need to prep a little for tour and the clothes with Max."

"How about a week then?"

"I'd love to. I have to ask my mom, though."

"Ask her now."

"Why? You still have another day here."

"Not anymore. Since we had the other concert early we have to finish the next one so we can move to the next city."

"I'm too lazy."

"Please, Mi? I don't wanna leave without you." A short pause interjected his words. "We could use the jet." He grinned suggestively.

"Ugh, no fair. Fine. I'll be right back." I pouted.

"We can go now, Nick." I half shouted. I was packed and he was in the bathroom most likely playing with his hair. If only all those screaming girls knew what a dork he was.

"Okay, here I come." My shoulders shrugged and I went to get my shoes. "This is all you packed, Mi?"

"Yeah, I can borrow some of Demi's clothes." I answered. I happened to be visiting the same week Demi would be the special guest on tour. Emerging from behind my bookcase, I noticed Nick's expression. "What?"

"You are not wearing that."

"Huh?" I looked down at myself. I had on an orange sundress that stopped a little above my knees. The straps met at my neck and the chest part was triangle shaped like a bikini. No one wears a bra with a bikini right? So why wear one with this? It's not like I looked really slutty. It was just a dress. "What's wrong with it?"

"You look hot." He was whining. Okay, I'm confizzled.

"I repeat. Huh?" He walked up to me.

"People are gonna look at you, Mi." More whining.

"People always look at me." Where was he going with this? "Is this your way of saying the dress is ugly?" I queried.

"No. Little girls look at you, but in this dress teenage boys are gonna look at you, too." I put it together.

"So, you want me to change because other guys will look at me?" I put my arms around his waist. He nodded in response. "Okay." I leaned up for a quick kiss and it soon turned into making out. As I pulled away minutes later, his eyes were still closed. "Haha, you're so whipped." After that, I walked away in the sundress. See, all you have to do is distract 'em. Boys tend to have short attention spans. Especially after you work a little lip magic on them.

We'd just gotten onto the plane and I was cuddled into Nick's side, my legs draped over his.

"How long is this flight?"

"About five and a half hours."

I threw my head back against his shoulder. "Ugh, that's so long."

"It'll be worth it when the week with you actually starts."

"I wanna sit on you."

"Umm...okay."

I crawled onto him, but instead of sitting, I was straddling. He didn't seem to be against it, though.

"I love you." Right after saying that, I kissed his nose, making him caress my cheek and bring my lips to his. His tongue immediately found it's way inside. We never kissed like this. Not until last night, anyway. The weird part is we didn't actually do it. All of a sudden we just stopped. I hadn't had, and still don't, any clue as to why. I paused the kiss, putting my hand on his chest.

"Why didn't we go all the way last night?" Way to cut to the chase Miley.

"Where did that come from?"

"Just...why didn't we?"

He sat back and let out a deep breath. He seemed to be thinking as a hand ran through his curls absentmindedly.

"The way you were completely letting me in...with nothing to hide, it made me feel special. I know I wouldn't regret if we'd gone any further, but I wanted to save it. For our wedding day, I want that to be the biggest present. You letting me inside. Physically and emotionally. 'Cause I know that you will."

I put my head on his chest. "Do you plan your answers beforehand? I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."

"More like the other way around." He chuckled into my hair.

She sat up and kissed my cheek. She then found a way to my ear and nibbled softly. Next was my neck which she nipped and sucked at. I eventually took her face softly and brought her mouth to my own lips. Her sundress was getting higher and higher up her thigh, making me get warm and even a little hard. I was now thankful she hadn't changed her outfit earlier, because I made a trail of kisses down her chest. Her legs tightened around my waist as I groaned lightly. Her hips went up and down, riding me. "Oh my goodness, Mi." I spoke in between kisses.

I stood and carried her to the bathroom. We wouldn't want the pilot hearing us. I felt her leg flex as she kicked the door closed behind me before I sat her on the sink counter, making her legs relax. Catching a glimpse of her ever-rising dress my hands pulled it up to her stomach.

"The plane will be landing shortly. Please sit and buckle yourselves in, the plane will be landing shortly." I heard a deep voice over the intercom and stood up straight.

"Mi, we need to get to our seats."

"No." She raised her body a little bit and kissed me multiple times.

"Mi." A shot a stern look in her direction.

"Ugh, why?" She whined.

"There's still later on tonight." I whispered suggestively.

"Ok, fine." Her tone made her words seem to come out hesitantly.

"Hi Kevin." It had taken almost ten minutes to get off of the plane. I saw Kevin right away and went to hug him. I guess he was picking us up.

"Yo, Kev, that car has some sick mind of it's ow--" I would always know that voice. I turned right away.

"Joey!" I ran to him and jumped as high as I could without him being able to fall back and drop me. But I had a dress on, so my legs were on either side of me with my converse covered feet almost right under my butt.

"Nice to know I was missed, Miles."

"You were." Even though Joe can be really "different" at times, (yeah, that works) I love him with everything. He's my big brother. We're just as close as me and Braison.

"Well, you kind of have to get off of me so I can get to the car."

"Okay. Piggy back ride?" I gave him an irresistibly cute look.

"Fine." He caved.

"Yay."

When we got to the venue I didn't get to watch soundcheck because I was helping get everything set up. Their stage is huge, by the way. I knew I'd be able to watch the actual show anyway so it wasn't a big deal.

"Miley, could you give me a hand please?" I followed the voice that said my name and was led to Mrs. Jonas. She was trying to fix a table.

"Sure."

"Are you excited?"

"For the concert? Of course. I haven't seen them perform since the Best of Both Worlds Tour. I'm sure their much better performers now."

"I think so too. How was your flight here?"

"It was good. Thanks for asking."

"He talks about you all the time Miley."

"You mean Nick?" I looked at her nod.

"He thinks very highly of you." Oh god, she's gonna make me blush.

"Well, I think the same of him, too."

"I know." My head lifted to find a knowing smirk on her face. "You two are so cute and I always loved you."

"And you were always like my second mom. Nick told me about the TCAs and you crying. My mom didn't even do that." A genuine smile crossed my features. There was never a time where me and Denise had a problem. If I ever needed to talk I went to her if not my own mother. Even during certain hard times we kept in touch. She was on the verge of responding before being interrupted.

"Hey Mi." I knew who's arms were around me without having to look.

"Hello." I twisted my torso so that I was face to face with my sweet boyfriend. I hugged him very tightly.

"I'm really sweaty from soundcheck, Mi."

"I don't care." I kissed him once, still aware of his mother's presence. I didn't want to be rude. Therefore, I turned back around to see Denise watching us with a big smile. I smiled back knowing full well what this interaction was. She gave us some privacy and left.

"What was that about?"

"Huh?" I played dumb.

"You and my mom...and the creepy smiles."

"So now I have a creepy smile?" I pouted.

"No, of course n--wait, don't change the subject."

"It didn't mean anything. We just have an understanding. You know, girl stuff?"

"Fine, don't tell me then." He wasn't buying my explanation.

"Okay." I won. "Are you done with soundcheck?"

"Yeah. Demi's on stage now. Wanna watch?"

I was on my way and dragging him by the arm without giving out an answer. I loved watching Demi perform. She reminds a lot of Haley from Paramore. We both love that band. One of the many reasons we're so connected and close. I was checking OceanUp the other day. Apparently, Selena's album is out. A few videos of her private concert were there, too. I decided to watch them. I mean, I cried during the Wizards movie, but singing is a big challenge for her. I'm not hung over it, though. I respect her for trying it. Her songs are catchy, too. Besides, she's my friend and I support her. Just not as much as other friends. Like Demi. My best friend.

"Did you forget?" Speaking of Demi. Her beautiful upper register rang throughout the arena. During about the middle of her set the mic went out.

A stage hand came from out of nowhere by my side with a new one. His head was turned in the other direction. Talking to people one at a time in a rushed fashion made me feel a little bad.

"I can help her with the mic." I suggested and the guy offered it to me, flashing me a grateful smile. This had happened to me plenty of times.

As I walked onstage I felt a rush of adrenaline. There wasn't even an audience. Tons of memories from concerts found their way to my thoughts. But they were interrupted as I swiveled on my foot to do what I was out here for. I guess Demi noticed me daydreaming in that split second and asked me.

"Wanna sing a song with me?"

"No, it's your stage time."

"Oh, come on. You want to. I can tell."

"Of course I want to." I grinned slyly.

"Go ahead."

"Nah, I wouldn't wanna embarass you."

"You didn't." She mock gasped.

"And if I did?" I was challenging her.

"It's on."

"I love you Dragon, but don't cry when this is over." Putting my nickname for her into use was fun.

"Same here Nighthawk."

We sang 'Ignorance' by Paramore. Considering they're one of our favorites and we both love rock it made sense. It may not sound like it, but that song is freaking hard to sing. I almost busted my vocal cords. By the end, we were completely winded. Singing so much disney pop can take a toll on your range after a while. But this was a refreshing change of lyrics. I heard clapping from the side of the stage. My eyes caught Demi's and we both looked on simultaneously as everyone setting the rest of the stage stopped working completely and clapped. Loud whistles surrounded us. I even caught a glimpse of Nick, Kevin, and Mr. Jonas smiling on the side.

"I think we can call that a tie?" I compromised in question form.

"We could...but i'm not that nice."

"Just wait Lovato. Just wait."

"Whatever you say Cyrus."

"I think i'm gonna faint Miles." Demi was pacing back and forth for no reason as I stood at the refreshment table.

"Why? You've done this a ton of times and they're all here for you. You're gonna be great, Dems."

"I have done this a ton of times." She nodded and I did too. "But they're here for the Jonas Brothers."

After awhile you run out of good things to say to comfort a person. "How about we prank them on stage?" I guess I could just make her forget.

"How?"

"I don't know. You know how Taylor pranked Brad Paisley with the Kiss costume?"

"Yeah."

"We could do a variation of that...only better."

She contemplated the idea for a second. "Let's do it."

We made our way to the lift thingy (a/n don't know what it's called) that would take us to the stage. I never got a stage in the round. These boys truly are rock stars. All we could do was wait. The crew all knew us so we could basically do almost anything we wanted. We listened to the music when an introduction to one of my favorites started.

"Ahh! I love this song," Demi and I said at the same time.

"Haha." We danced like fools to the first verse. The crowd seemed to get louder and louder. Underneath the stage it's supposed to be soundproof which was what made it weird that I heard them loud and clear.

"Uhmm! Miles..." Demi tapped my shoulder.

"Wait a sec. I love this song." I kept on dancing with my eyes closed until I realized how loud my voice sounded. It echoed off of the walls. "What the freak?"

My eyelids opened completely to a really embarassing view. All of the people in the audience were watching me with weird looks on their faces. As if timed, there was a huge round of laughter following the silence. Aww man, how did me and Demi get on stage? They must of raised the lift while we were on it.

"Heh...hi?" Why me?

"Looks like Miley and Demi decided to join us tonight." Another round of applause.

Me and Demi stayed and danced stupidly for half of the rest of the show then agreed to go into the crowd and enjoy the concert. I also stayed when Demi came on and cheered. YOu could say I was pretty exhausted afterwards.

"Nice dance moves, Mi."

"Don't mock me." I kidded. "I'm really tired now."

"Wanna go the buses?" We were behind the venue. You had to have a special pass to be allowed back here.

"No. I wanna stay with you. You know I can't be in your bus all night."

"Well, I could accidentally fall asleep in yours."

"Accidentally?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Just like old times."

"Yeah?" He nodded.

"Let's go." We ran to Demi's bus because that's where I was sleeping. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom, though. Mrs. Jonas was in it already and the scene was definitely a shocking one.

Took my time and it's still short. Yeah, I know. Sorry? Hope you liked this anyway. I'll try to make the next one absolutely full of Niley. Please review.