Nick's POV

LA plus 3 months equals an amazing vacation. I'm surprised they even gave me that much time off. Thanks God they did. I mean it's only fair; I haven't seen my family for 3 years. I guess one month for every year.

"Nick," someone calls out for me. That's me. Nicholas Jerry Jonas. Nick for short. The one who called out for me was my younger brother Frankie; he's 18. I'm only 26 if you were asking. I Have an older brother too, well two actually; Joe and Kevin, 27 and 29.

"What's up?" I answer back; I think I've been in my dream world for too long. "Well, it's Thursday and I was wondering, wanna go to the beach. It's amazing outside so that means, girls everywhere," his eyes bulge, and a smirk grin on his face appears before my eyes.

"Yeah; I've been wanting to go to the beach all day today for some reason." Frankie smiles, heading up stairs to get changed. I follow, heading into my own room.

"Where are those blue shorts?" I ask myself, trying to find my favorite blue shorts with the black design on them. I sigh, grabbing the white and blue one, pulling a tank top over my head.

"Where you always this buff?" I chuckle, grabbing my towel and slipping on my sandals. "Um, no," I put my tan lotion in my little northface back pack; stuffing it with more essential needs.

"Actually," I turn to Frankie, finally finished. "I did have some muscles in high school, but that's because I was in football, basketball, and baseball, don't forget soccer during the summer."

"Yeah, yeah, you were a big showoff, but how did you get these," he punches my arm to inform me of my larger muscles. "May I remind you I am in the army," I chuckle, ruffling his head, stepping out of my room and into the upstairs hallway.

"When did mom say she was coming back again?" Frankie shrugged, grabbing the keys to the family car. "Oh no, it's my turn to drive," I chuckle, grabbing the keys from his hands.

"Whatever," I smile, grabbing my phone and wallet from the kitchen table. "Ready?" I ask, opening the front door. He double thinks everything before finally agreeing and closing the door behind him, on our way outside.

"I have a good feeling about today," Frankie informs me, jumping in the passenger's seat of the Range Rover.

Rolling my eyes, I start the ignition and pull out of the drive way. I'm not going to lie; I have the exact same feeling.

Miley's POV

"Are you sure you didn't have any school?" I ask, turning my head from the scorching sun to ask her. "I'm sure," she chuckles, shaking her head at my asking. "We have the trip tomorrow so they gave us the day off today,"

"Mhmm, hold up," I grab my phone, thinking it may be Taylor, calling us to make sure she landed. "Hello?" I ask into the speaker.

"Hey girl," Taylors angelic voice fills my ears. "Hey, you landed?" I fix my position on the beach chair, laying my hand on my stomach. "Yes mommy," she jokes.

"Oh shut up, how was it?" you see, we had to drive Taylor to the airport this morning; big conference tomorrow. Ew.

"Boring." By the sound of her voice, I can tell she rolled her eyes. "There was no one in first class, only me and like 5 other people, I wanted to die." I chuckled. "But, I fell asleep on the way over here, so, my dreams were quite interesting. I think it was more interesting than the plane ride."

"Who's on the phone?" Demi asks, coming back from the shack nearby. "Taylor."

"Put her on," she sits in her sun chair while I bring the phone to her. "Hey Tay," and then she was gone. They won't be hanging up for a while.

"Frisbee time?" Noah asks, seeing my boredness. I smile, standing up, grabbing the Frisbee on our way over to a clean space.

"You know what," Noah stand her ground, making her position to throw the Frisbee. "Catch this one," she throws it and my mouth gawks at how high and far this going to go.

"Cheater!" I yell, running my ass of, trying to catch the damn thing. "I almost got it!" I inform Noah. "Miley watch out!" Demi's frantic voice screams while I collide with a rock hard body. To say this hurt would be an understatement.

"Miley!" I hear Demi and Noah scream at the same time. All of a sudden, the sun was darkened by the feeling of many bodies around me. Finally, the weight is lifted off my body.

"Are you ok?" a husky voice asks me. I open my eyes to be met by a pair of big, brown, gorgeous ones. My breath hitches, my heart probably skipped a beat, and everything around me freezes.

"Uh, y-yeah," great going Miley. I mentally slap myself, for my stuttering. "Here," the gorgeous man extends his hand out to me, and I gladly take it, not taking my eyes away from him. At the touch of his skin on mine, it felt like a bolt of electricity run through me, and I whip my hand away.

"Are you ok, I'm terribly sorry," I shake my head, recomposing myself, looking around to see a group of people surround me.

"It's my fault, and yeah I think I'm ok," at the sound of hearing my confirmation, he lets out a long sigh, smiling.

"It's ok people, she's ok, go back to your parties and what not," the mysterious man announces to everyone, turning his whole figure around and finally back to me.

"Nick," he introduces himself," I smile, putting my hands me hind my back. "Miley," I blush, biting my lip.

"And I'm Frankie!" a boy around my sister age calls out from behind Nick. He looks just like him, just with a rounder face. "Hiya," I wave my hand at him. "Sorry he crashed into you, he's not good with girls," he whispers, putting a hand the opposite of him.

"I heard that," Nick blushes, shifting from foot to foot. "Hey you ok?" Noah asks me running to me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Noah, this is Nick and Frankie. Guys, this is my little sister Noah,"

"Nice to meet you," Nick greets her, extending his hand for a shake. She gladly takes it before looking back at Frankie.

"I'm, uh, I'm Frankie," he stutters, letting out a shaky hand. "Noah," they shake and stare at each other like little puppies.

"Um, if you don't mind, wanna go have a shake?" Noah nods her head before leaving me off with curly-top-knocks-me-to-the-floor-big-buff-guy.

"I guess it's just you and me now," I nod, kind of blushing. "Well, well, who is this?" Demi comes in. "Nick. Demi. Demi. Nick," I introduce. "Demi here, girl's best friend." She rest her arm on my shoulder, sipping out of her drink.

"Nick here, girl's, uh, person who almost killed her," sense of humor. Nice.

"Well, I'm going to leave you guys here. Miles, I saw a bunch of guys playing football, and I so want in," and as she finished her sentence she was gone.

"Best friend?" I sigh, nodding. "Hey, let me buy you something to eat, it's the least I can do," I put my hand to my face, covering up the sun, trying to see him better. "Sure," I smile, walking after him as he leads the way.

"You come here often?" I shake my head, sitting on one of the stools. "Vacation. Parents are gone, gotta take care of my little sister, and she's leaving tomorrow, so I gotta take care of the house. Besides, I need the vacation. It took me this long to realize I need one."

"Ah, where your parents heading to?"

"Asia and Europe, they have business to take of," he nods his head, turning to the bartender. "Um, what do you want?" I look over at the menu and my mouth waters.

"If it's not too much, a cheeseburger, with curly, chilly, cheese fries, and a sprite," he chuckles underneath. "Two of those," he turns back around to face me. "Girl with an appitite?" I shrug, tapping my belly.

"This can hold a lot," he laughs, looking down. "So, how about you, on vacation?" he looks back up and nods.

"Three months. I got here about 2 weeks ago." I nod. "You born here or what?"

"Born here, you?" I nod, smiling like an idiot. "Here you go," the guy brings us our food, and Nick pays.

"Thanks," I smile, taking a sip of my sprite. "So, where your parents from?" he asks, after taking a bite of the cheeseburger.

"My mom and dad were both born here, but grandparents were born in Italy,"

"Ooh, Italian girl now are we?" I chuckle, taking fries into my mouth. "How about you?"

"Italian," he says with pride. I smile, shaking my head, not feeling one bit uncomfortable.

The rest of the day I spent it with Nick just talking at the shack, or taking a walk. It was actually a really fun day. In the end, everyone had fun.

"Am I going to see you again?" he asks sweetly as I pack up under the setting sun. Noah's still not back and Demi's, well, you never know where she is.

"Hmm, maybe," I tease, putting on my shorts. He groans, pulling his head back. "Ok, ok, I'm pretty sure we can work something out," I laugh. Soon enough, just seconds later, Noah comes back with Frankie, while Demi strolls her way back with the biggest smile on her face, and her hair all wet.

"Shit, Nick we have to go, Mom's gonna be mad we didn't help her with cooking." "Damn, I totally forgot. I have to go, sorry. Hope to see you again," he kisses me on the cheek, and runs off.

"He was cute," Demi and Noah comment at the same time. "Oh hush up, you have his brother," Noah starts blushing like crazy, and packs up her stuff. This summer, is going to be interesting.