A/N: Okay, I think I screwed up their ages… I don't know, well they are 18 and in their first year of college… so whatever.

And I think I may have to change the rating…. I won't write anything descriptive, I'll just be suggestive… so idk.

Also, Kevin and Danielle aren't married in this story, they're just engaged… I would make up a character but I feel weird writing about him with someone else since he's married… xD

Remember flashbacks are italicized.


Roslyn

Chapter 4

Miley POV

He drove away with that stupid, adorable smirk plastered on his face. My arms remained crossed and I swallowed hard. What just happened?

I turned around and walked back into my house, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, shutting my eyes, going over what happened.

I'm just going to assume Nick went to the ice cream shop and asked if I was there like last time, and Demi must have given him my number and address. I'm going to have to talk to her about that. So because he went to find me… he wanted to see me? Well I know he wanted to see me, or else he wouldn't have showed up at my house. But he apologized for kissing me, which shows he has respect for girls… but then how'd he end up with a daughter? No, never mind, I can't judge him. So he apologized for kissing me… I should have apologized for rejecting him.

Truth is, I wanted to kiss him. I've never moved that quickly in a relationship before but… something about him is just…. I don't know… I want him.

So when he threw himself at me, why did I push him away? Isn't it time I get passed my past?

"Miles," My eyes opened in surprise and I jumped a little at the sound of my mom's voice. My hand flew to my fast beating heart.

"Jesus…" I said under my breath, "Mom, you scared me."

She chuckled, "Sorry, honey, are you alright?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just… thinking." I told her.

"Who was that at the door?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Nobody…" I lied, "Just… a friend." I said and she nodded.

"Alright, well if you need to talk I'm always here." She offered and I nodded.

She walked off and I made my way to my room in the garage. I don't know what it was that sparked in me, but it made me do something I swore I would never do again. I picked up my phone, went to my recent calls and found his number right at the top. I pressed call.


Nick POV

I just walked in the house when my phone started to go off. I put Roslyn down and she ran to the living room to play with her toys and I went into the kitchen and pulled my phone out of my back pocket.

Miley.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, kind of confused.

"Hey…" She said shyly and I held back a chuckle.

"What's up?" I asked, since she wasn't saying anything else.

"What? Can't a friend call a friend…?" She said in a joking manner.

"Well of course… but it's expected you want something since I just saw you." I told her and I could picture her rolling her eyes.

"As a matter of fact… there was something I was wondering…" She trailed off.

"Yeah?" I asked, trying to keep a smile off my face, just imagining what she was going to ask.

"Do you wanna hang out tonight?" She asked, a smile formed on my face as I pictured her blushing on the other line.

"It's Tuesday." I said, lamely.

"Yeah, so?" She said and I sighed.

"I don't know… it's just… Rose might think-,"

"I'll come over after she's in bed." She interrupted quickly. "Besides, I have class until 7:30, that's around her bed time, right?" She added.

"Uhm, yeah… well I guess if you really wanna hang out… sure. Yeah, come over after your class then." I told her and smiled to myself.

"Great, I'll see you then." She said and before I could answer her, she hung up.

That was interesting. Why her mind changed? I don't know… well it seemed like her mind changed. But a guy and a girl can hang out as just friends. So maybe she didn't. Maybe she's just being nice. Why am I over thinking this?

I was walking to the living room when my mom walked through the door with her hands full of groceries.

"Hey Nick, did you just get in?" She asked.

"Yeah, a few minutes ago." I told her and grabbed the bags from her hands and put them on the kitchen counter. I started putting groceries away and she walked in the kitchen with a few more bags.

"Is that all of them?" I asked and she nodded.

"Hey Mom, can I talk to you about something?" I asked hesitantly and she nodded.

"Nick, I think by now you know you can talk to me about anything." She said and I looked down, thinking of how to start.


As soon as I walked in the door my phone started going off. I looked at the caller ID. Sam.

"Is anyone home?" I called out nervously. No answer. I picked up the phone frantically.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Did you tell her yet?" She questioned and I shook my head even though she couldn't see me.

"No. I just got home. She's not here." I said and ran my hand through my hair. Shit, I can't do this.

"I am freakin' out Sam. Freaking. Out." I said and sat down on the couch, fidgeting.

"Nick, calm down. It'll be fine." She reassured me.

"No, my dad is gonna kill me and then my mom will serve me for dinner!" I exclaimed nervously.

"Oh, shut up. They'll understand."

"What's there to understand?" I practically shouted and I could picture her flinching at loudness of my voice.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I'm just…"

"Freaking out?" She finished for me.

"Yeah." I breathed.

"Me too." She said softly.

I heard the front door open and my mom called my name.

"Okay, she's home. I gotta go. Love you, bye!" I said quickly and hung up.

I jumped up off the couch and walked into the entry way.

"Hey mom," I said and grabbed a few bags of groceries from her hands and walked into the kitchen, settling them on the counter. When I turned around she walked in with a few more bags.

"Is that it?" I asked, trying my best to sound casual, which failed horribly.

"Yeah…" She said, looking at me suspiciously. I looked at my mom nervously as she began putting groceries away. I couldn't move. I felt paralyzed from the neck down. So I just stood there and stared at her, my mind running wild.

"You okay, Nick?" She asked, "You look like you're about to pass out," she added. I looked at her with wide eyes.

"You look pale, honey, do you need to sit down?" She asked and I shook my head a little bit.

"Mom I…"I paused and put my hands on the counter and looked down.

"You what?" She asked, walking towards me.

"Mom… I did something terrible." My voice was shaky and she looked at me with love and care in her eyes.

"Nick, what is it? Just tell me, you're making me nervous." I felt like I was gonna pass out. My head was spinning and I moved to sit down. My mom followed and sat across from me at the table.

"I uhm… well we… as in Sam and I… uhm I- we… we had sex." I confessed and she raised her eyebrows and sucked in a breath of air.

"She's pregnant, Mom," I finally said.

She looked at me with solemn eyes and her teeth clenched. Her face was contorted into just plain worry. I looked down, ashamed.

"How far along is she?" She asked and I closed my eyes.

I opened them after a few seconds, "Eight weeks," I said. I looked at my mom, scared of what I would find.

"Do her parents know?"

I shrugged, "She's telling them when they get home," I said. She nodded and looked down at my shaking hands and put one of hers on them to still them.

"Nick, I'm not mad. I'm extremely disappointed, but I'm not mad, okay?" She clarified and I nodded.

"I can't tell Dad, Mom. He'll kill me."

"You have to. I'm not doing it for you," she said. I ran my hand through my hair and then rested my head in my hands.

"Once you tell him, we'll talk as a family," she told me. I bit my lip nervously.

"Do you guys know what you're gonna do?" She asked.

"Sam says abortion is out of the question," I said and she nodded.

"We don't really know…" I admitted and took a deep breath.

"Okay, well help me unpack these groceries," she said. I stood up and helped put the food away. It was very awkward and very silent.

Once everything was put away my mom looked at me, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Why don't you just… go up to your room and think about what you're going to say to your dad." She suggested. I nodded and headed up to my room. I would have called Sam but my mom took away my phone… so I took a nap instead.


I almost went through dinner without saying a word… until…

"Nick, you're awfully quiet," I looked up suddenly.

"What?" My dad looked at me expectantly, "Oh," I said, processing what he said. "Yeah, sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be. Is there something bothering you?" He asked, and I took a deep breath and glanced over at my mom. She tilted her head, as if to tell me that I should do it now. I looked back at my dad, who was looking at me curiously now, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's up…?" He asked and I looked down at my plate of barely touched food.

"Sam and I… slept together," I started, I didn't bother looking up. I knew he was furious. "And she's pregnant." I finished. I slowly looked up at my mom; she was looking at my dad with a worried expression. I turned to my dad and his lips were pressed together in a thin line, his nose flared as he knitted his eyebrows and he glared at me through thin slits.

"I'm sor-," I started but got cut off.

"How could you be so stupid?" He spat out.

"I wasn't…" I shook my head and I felt sick to my stomach. My biggest fear was to disappoint my parents but most of all, my father.

"Dammit Nick! I thought we talked about this." He exclaimed, slamming his knife and fork down on his plate.

"We were safe," I told him. "I wore a condom… I… I don't know what happened. Next thing I know she's calling me in tears because she was late and the home pregnancy test was positive." I explained.

"When?" He demanded.

"Our two year anniversary… two months ago," I responded, looking back down.

"This is just… perfect, Nicholas. Perfect!" He said sarcastically.

"I know, I fucked up."

"Yeah… that's an understatement. Your future is over. You think you're gonna go off and be a musician now? Not gonna happen!" He said and I looked up at him.

"It was an accident," I said through clenched teeth.

"I can't even look at you right now. I have never, ever, been so disappointed in you." He said bitterly and I fought the tears that pricked my eyes.

"You really did it this time." He said and I rubbed my eyes, failing to keep them dry.

"Don't even start crying, be a man, it's time you start acting like one." I let out a short sob and clenched the edge of the table. Why couldn't he take the news like my mom did? Why did he have to be a complete dick about it? Does he not understand that I spent my whole life trying to please him? I slip up once and I'm suddenly the worst person on the planet.

I stood up and pushed my chair back, causing it to fall on the floor, making a loud noise.

"Why can't you just react the way Mom did? I don't understand why you need to tear me apart even though you can already see how I'm reacting to the situation!" I shouted. My mom was sitting in her seat, still and silent, rubbing her fingers around her temples and my dad looked at me with an anger I've never seen before.

"You're acting like nothing but a worthless piece of garbage and I'm ashamed to call you my son." He spat out with venom in his tone.

My face calmed and I relaxed from my tense position. I heard my mom gasp but my eyes remained on my father's.

"Fuck you," I said. "Fuck. you!" I gave him the finger, picked up my chair and slammed it back in its position and then made my way to my room.

"Don't even look at me. Grab some pillows and a blanket; you're sleeping on the couch tonight." I heard my mom say before I slammed my door shut.

Something in my father snapped that night. I don't know what it was, but it happened and it screwed things up at my house for a while. I regret what I said and I forgive him for what he said, but I will never look at him the same. And I'm sure he thinks the same about me.


Later on, when my dad calmed down, my mom came up to my room and told me to go downstairs because they wanted to talk to me. I didn't feel like looking at my dad. But for my mom, I went downstairs.

"We want to talk to you about this calmly." My mom said and I nodded.

"You will be there for Sam and you will continue to get good grades and still try to aim for that music career you've been working on." I agreed by nodding, already planned on doing this, so that made it easier.

"You are grounded. We'll give you your phone back but you're not allowed to go out with friends, and no friends are allowed to come here. Not even Sam. Are we clear?" My dad said and I nodded.

"I couldn't hear you, what?"

"Yes." I said obnoxiously loud.

"Don't be a smart-ass."

"Don't be an ass and we have a deal." I argued and that did it. Why did I always have to crew things up more than they already are?

"You need to get your act together, Nick! Life is no game, especially when you're responsible for more than one!" He yelled at me as I stood there defeated, knowing my father was damn right.

"So how long am I grounded for?" I asked, at this point not really caring.

"How long do you think you should be grounded?"

"I don't know, a few weeks?"

"Two months it is!" My dad exclaimed and I glared at him.

Asshole.


"Nick?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at my mom. "You wanted to talk to me about something?" She reminded me. Right.

"Do you think it would be okay for me to… date?" I asked while putting stuff in the freezer.

There was a short pause and I shut the freezer door to see my mom shrugging, debating on how to answer.

"Well that depends. Do you mean just dating around, like a few dates with different girls? Or do you mean a serious relationship, like a girlfriend?" She responded.

"Like a girlfriend." I told her and she stopped what she was doing to look at me.

"Now that depends on you." She stated and I sat down at the bar.

"There's this girl… and I want her to be something more than a friend. I'm just worried that Roslyn will get attached to her in a mother-like way and then we break up and she's gone… I don't want Rose to lose someone close to her like that again." I explained and my mom nodded.

"I don't really think I'm in any position to give you advice on this. All I can say is to go with your gut. It could be really good for Rose and yourself… but you don't want this girl to be overwhelmed." She said and I nodded, thinking about how well Miley and Rose got along.

"Does this girl know your situation?" She asked and I nodded.

"Does she mind it?" I shook my head.

"I don't think so."

"Just do what you think is best. I, personally, wouldn't move too fast. Rose only just lost her mom a few weeks ago. It might be a bit soon." My mom said and I nodded and looked down.

"Thanks, Mom." I said and got up from my seat.

"Oh, can you have Rose pick up her toys in the living room and could you try and tidy up around here? Kevin and Danielle are coming over for dinner." She added before I left the room and I nodded.

Rose helped me clean around the house and when we were done she was kind of cranky so I decided to sit and play piano for her. She sat next to me on the bench and hugged my arm, also resting her head on it.

"What do you want me to play?" I asked her while lifting the cover and placing my fingers on the keys.

"Katy Perry!" She exclaimed and I chuckled.

"Okay, uhh, let's see…" I, like Miley, can play by ear, so I winged it.

"Oh she used to be a pearl, ohh yeah she used to rule the world, ohhhh," I sang as my hands grazed over the keys and I looked down at Rose, who was smiling.

"Can't believe she's become a shell of herself, 'cause she used to be a pearl" I finished, since I only knew how the chorus went.

"How was that, angel?" I asked and she clapped.

"Firework!" She exclaimed and I obeyed her request.

"You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night like the Fourth of July, 'cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth, make 'em go 'Oh oh oh,' as you shoot across the sky-y-y…" I ended softly and Roslyn clapped excitedly.

"I love that one, Daddy. You sing it the best!" She said excitedly and reached up to kiss my cheek.

"Aw, thanks Rose," I said and kissed the top of her head.

Suddenly the front door slammed and Roslyn and I both flinched. My father was home and I figured he was in a bad mood.

"Rose, go say hi to grandpa," I told her and we both got up and walked to the kitchen. Whenever he was having a bad day Roslyn cheered him up, something about her made him just turn into a softy, so she used her Jonas charm to get him in a good mood.

She ran into the kitchen and my father picked her up and swung her around excitedly as I watched from the doorway.

He put her down and she ran to me with a huge smile on her face. I picked her up and carried her on my hip. My father turned to me and his smile faded and turned into an expressionless face.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but closed it. For a minute I got my hopes up that he would start a friendly conversation with me. Who am I kidding?

"Dinner is almost ready," my mom said and right on cue Kevin and Dani walked in.

"Hey guys," Kevin said, "Hey Rose what's goin' on?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Same old, same old," she said and everyone laughed at her cuteness.


I brought Roslyn to the bathroom to get her washed up.

"Why do you and grandpa never talk?" She asked and I looked at her through the mirror with shock.

"We talk…" I said and she shook her head.

"Not a lot." She told me and I nodded.

"He's just angry with me," I said and played with the ends of her hair as she washed her hands.

"What you do?" She asked and I shrugged.

"It was just something I did a while ago… he hasn't completely gotten over it yet," I said and she turned around, wiping her wet hands on my shirt to dry them off.

"Okay, I didn't know I became the towel." I chuckled at her and she smiled, showing off her baby teeth.


We were eating dinner and it was going alright. I don't know when Rose became so skeptical but I really wish she hadn't. Kevin was telling a funny story that happened to Dani and him and I was feeding Roslyn a bit, she wasn't really in the mood to behave.

"You can't have dessert if you don't finish your dinner." I said quietly to her and she looked at me and her face scrunched up into anger.

"Not fair!" She exclaimed and slammed her fists down on her plate… getting her food all over her hands. Great.

My parents and Kevin and Danielle all stopped what they were doing and looked over at us at the end of the table.

"Everything okay?" My mom asked, I nodded.

"Yeah, fine." I lied and they looked at us suspiciously as I wiped the food off of Roses hands with a napkin before they went back to their conversation.

"If you don't behave you're going to have to go to bed early." I said to her and she looked at me and smushed her hands back into her food.

"Not uh!" She exclaimed loudly and I swallowed hard. I never had her behave like this before. I truthfully had no idea how to deal with it; I didn't know how to discipline her.

"Nicholas, will you please do something about her behavior?" My dad said strictly and I nodded numbly, with wide eyes.

"Roslyn, cut it out and eat your dinner." I said trying to be strict… but I just couldn't.

"Uh uh." She said and pushed her plate away from her. I sighed and put it back in front on her.

"Please," I said softly, she looked at me and slightly raised her eyebrows before taking her plate and throwing it over her head, behind her. I looked at her in shock as my jaw dropped. I turned my head slightly and saw Kevin looking around, trying to avoid me, my mom had her mouth slightly open and her eye brows raised, my dad was looking at me, shaking his head, big surprise, and Danielle had wide eyes and was covering her mouth with her hand.

"I… sorry about this, guys." I apologized for Roslyn's behavior and picked her up out of her chair and began to walk into the other room.

"I'll be right back." I said, embarrassed and carried Roslyn upstairs as she fought against me, kicking and screaming.

I set her down on her bed and she crossed her arms.

"You're mean." She said coldly and I shook my head.

"No, I'm not mean." I retorted and she huffed.

"Yes you are." She argued back and looked at me. I decided the best way to handle this would be to talk nicely to her… so that's what I did. I bent down so I was eye level with her and my face softened.

"Why do you think I'm mean?" I asked.

"'Cause… you made… mama leave." She said softly and I slowly stood up as I processed what she said. I don't know where she got that idea… especially so suddenly when she seemed to be fine all day up to a certain point. She looked at me, her face still angry and arms crossed. She's only three. She doesn't know what she's saying, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Because it did. A lot.

I frowned and rubbed my face with my hands before slowly walking out of her room and closing the door behind me. This is exactly what I was afraid of… she's only three though! I don't understand how that idea got planted in her mind. I wish I knew, but I don't. This really fucking sucks.

I put on my poker face and silently walked back downstairs, they were all eating ice cream and Roslyn's mess was still on the floor, along with my half eaten dinner on the table. I walked over to her mess and picked up her plate then grabbed a napkin and picked up the food that was on the floor. Once that was done, I stacked up her plate on mine and threw away the leftover food and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I know I had four sets of eyes watching my every move, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with that.

"Want some ice cream, Nick?" My mom asked and I turned to her and shook my head, forcing a small smile.

"Nah, I'm good." I said and stood there awkwardly.

How could she say that?

'Cause… you made… mama leave.

Shit.

"I'll uhm… I'll be upstairs." I said and they all nodded and I went up to my room. My door was open and my light was on… uhm? I walked in and saw Roslyn sitting at my piano, slowly hitting each key, in order from right to left.

I used to do that. I walked over to her and kneeled down beside her.

"Having fun?" I asked and she nodded.

"Are you calmed down, now?" She shrugged.

"It's time for bed, angel." I said and put my hand on her back, kissing the top of her head. She got up and ran out of my room.

"Not again…" I said to myself.


"Rose, please get in bed…" I tried one more time, looking at the clock to see it was 7:53. Way past her bedtime.

"No!" She yelled.

"Don't yell at me." I told her and picked her up from her spot on the floor of my bedroom, bringing her into her own room and plopping her down on her bed. She tried pushing me away by pushing my shoulder back but I gently laid her back down on her bed.

"I not tired!" She said and I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter, you need to go to bed so you can wake up in the morning and feel as good as new." I explained to her and she shook her head.

"Please, Roslyn. I really need you to cooperate." I said and she sat there silently.

"Are you afraid of having nightmares?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Did you have a nightmare last night?" She shook her head. Well that's good, but why won't she get in bed?

"If I sing you something will you lie down and stay in bed?" I asked and she paused for a second then nodded.


Miley POV

Being in this neighborhood brought back memories. I hated it. I remember everything that happened here 2 years ago. It's so vivid and clear in my mind. All of it.

I parked on the street and sat in my car for a few seconds. The lights were on in the house and I sighed.

"Was this really a good idea?" I asked myself and shook my head. Can't back down now.

I pushed myself to get out of the car and walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Through the door I heard some chatter and then someone announce "I got it!"

A few seconds later I was greeted by Nick.

"Hey," I said and waved.

"Hey, come on in." He said and smiled at me. He led me to the stairs, stopping at the living room.

"Hey guys, this is Miley, Miley that's my mom, my brother Kevin, his fiancée, Danielle, and my dad." He introduced us and I waved and smiled politely.

"Nice to meet you," I said, my eyes glancing away from his dad, who looked upset about something.

"We'll be upstairs," He said and grabbed my hand, sending chills through my body.

"We have to be quiet because Rose is sleeping… I don't want her to wake up." He whispered as we got to his room and I nodded.

"This is my room," he said and shut the door behind me. I walked in a little more and observed it. The walls were dark blue and he had a full bed in the center, a desk up against the wall with a computer and what looked to be a mini recording studio. There was a piano and a few guitars near it. He had a TV against the wall across from his bed and his dresser was against another wall. There were various movie and band posters hung up and some framed pictures. Scattered on the floor were some of Roslyn's toys and I grinned at that. I don't know why, but I found that really cute.

"Nice room." I complimented, "the Barbies are really… fitting" I chuckled and he laughed lightly.

"Sorry, about that… Rose was a little out of control tonight and I didn't have time to clean up my room." He told me and I nodded with understanding.

"So do you write and record your own music?" I asked, walking over to his work area.

"Uh… I used to. Not as frequent anymore, unfortunately." He said and I sat down at his computer.

"This is all really neat." I said looking at all the equipment he had set up.

"Thanks…" He trailed off and I smiled at him.

"Can I hear something you recorded…?" I wondered and he opened his mouth and closed it, unsure, then shook his head.

"Aw, why not?" I gave him puppy dog eyes and he shook his head again.

"It's not any good." He said. Bullshit.

"Nick, nobody buys all this stuff if they're not any good." I said and he shrugged.

"I guess I'll just have to explore through your computer until I find something…" I teased and shook the mouse to get the screen going.

"No!" He exclaimed and pressed the button on the monitor so the screen went black. I looked at him suspiciously. He stared back at me, peering through those eyes of his; his lips were pressed together, trying to fight a small smile.

"Hiding something?" I accused and he smiled crookedly.

"Maybe." He said and put his hand on mine, lifting it off of the mouse, not taking his eyes off me. I felt like my stomach was going to explode from the feeling he gave me.

I smiled and turned to face him completely.

"So, besides being a musician… what else can you tell me about yourself?" I asked and he shrugged and sat down on his bed.

"I don't know, I don't really do anything." He said.

"Do you go to school?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I recently dropped out of community college." He told me and I nodded.

"Why's that?" I asked softly and he sighed and looked at his door then back at me.

"Rose. Now that I'm raising her by myself I've been missing classes, didn't have time to write papers, work has been brutal to me." He informed me and I nodded.

"Where do you work anyways?" I was curious; we never really did talk like this yet, so this was good.

"The Harp & Dragon, it's a restaurant. I'm a bar tender." He told me and I nodded.

"Oh yeah, I know the place. You know, my grandfather owns a really fancy restaurant and he's looking for some live entertainment." I said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to him on the bed. He looked at me and shrugged.

"I don't know… wouldn't I have to work like every night?" He asked and I shook my head.

"They have someone for every night accept Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. And then on Mondays and Wednesdays you would do the lunch hour. You'd have Fridays and Sunday's off." I explained and he looked at me impressed.

"Wow, did you come here planning on recruiting me?" He joked and I laughed a little.

"I think it could be really good for you. And your family can even eat dinner there while you play so you can work and be with Roslyn at the same time." I told him and his eyes lit up.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded and smiled.

"Yeah." I said and he looked away in thought.

"Hmm… I guess I could do that." He said and I smiled.

"Sweet, I'll put in a good word for you. The restaurant is called La Belle Luna." I told him, waiting for his reaction at the fact that my grandfather owns the fanciest Italian restaurant in the state.

"What!" He exclaimed, his eyes bugging out of his head. "La Belle Luna? Are you serious? That's a little extreme don't you think?" He said and I shook my head.

"They pay really good… it's perfect." I told him, trying to persuade him and he looked at me with wary eyes.

"I uh, I don't know." He said and I put my hand on his shoulder. My whole body tingled and I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. Every damn time we touch.

"Just try it. Stop in, ask for Cecilio and tell him I sent you. He'll probably ask you to play something right there on the spot, but I know you'll get the job." I told him and he smiled at me gratefully.

His brown eyes remained on mine and he stared at me intensely.

"Thanks." He breathed out and his lips formed a small smile.

Why does he keep doing this to me?

My breathing increased and I noticed my hand still on his shoulder. He watched as I slowly moved it down his arm until it fell into my lap. His eyes glanced back to mine and I took this as my chance. I slowly put my hand on his, which was resting on his thigh. I leaned into him slowly and took a deep breath. He licked his lips a little bit, his mouth slightly parted, and moved closer to me.

Our faces were centimeters from each other, he closed his eyes and I went for it. I pressed my lips to his for a second and pulled back a little, I slightly opened my eyes to see his lips twitch into a small, open, smile. I closed them as he closed the gap between us again. He barely pulled back, took a deep breath and reconnected our lips again. This time, our lips remained connected. I put my hands on his shoulders and moved them down to his hard chest as he moved his lips against mine. I parted my lips, allowing him access that he took without hesitating. One of his hands found my waist and the other landed on my face, pulling me closer to him.

He moved closer to me, pushing me back against the headboard of his bed. Soon he was hovering over me, kneeling in front of my crossed legs. His fingers were tracing pointless patterns on my stomach as I moved my hands all over his chest and his lips were still moving in sync with my own. He suddenly moved his head to the right, causing me to kiss the corner of his mouth. I opened my eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"I can't…" He breathed out softly and my eyes met his.

His face expression contorted slightly into pain and he slowly moved himself away from me and went back to how he was sitting before, breathing heavily.

I took a few deep breaths and went back to how I was sitting; one leg was folded in as the other hung off the side of the bed.

Nick sat still, staring straight ahead for a few more seconds so I placed my hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off. Ouch.

"You can't… what?" I asked him and he didn't bother to look at me.

"I can't be with you…" He said and I didn't understand why. He was just trying to kiss me last night then stopped by my house today and then made out with me… why do that if he can't be with me.

"Can't or don't want to be?" I asked harshly and he turned his attention to me.

"I want to be… it's just not the right time. Sam just died…" I assume Sam is Roslyn's mom. He never referred to her by her name.

"So I'm just a rebound then… or what?" I guessed and he shook his head furiously.

"No… no, Sam and I weren't together when she…" He shook his head and looked away from me. They weren't together?

"Were you ever together?" I asked and he nodded slightly.

"We were pretty serious for three years." He told me and I nodded.

"So what's the problem?" He turned to me and ran his hand through his brown curls.

"I don't want Roslyn to get attached to you just for you to leave." He admitted and looked at me, biting his lip.

"Nick, I'm sorry about Sam. I understand what it feels like to lose someone and I would never… do that." I said and looked at him sincerely.

"How do you know? What if I do that? Maybe I would do something to break us up." He told me and I frowned a little.

"Well you don't know until you try." I said and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry; Miley… it's too soon… I can't let Rose get attached to someone who may not be there later on," he explained and I looked down and sighed.

"We can't date in secrecy?" I asked. I know I sounded desperate, but I really liked him. I know it's really soon, too, but there's something about him…

He chuckled and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Earlier today weren't you telling me we had to be just friends?" He asked and I blushed.

"Well… I changed my mind. I think we could be really good for each other." I told him.

"Why's that?"

I bit my lip and shrugged. "I don't know, you're just… different." I said and he smiled.

"Well why don't we just take it slow for now and like we said earlier, whatever happens… happens." He said and I nodded.

"So what are we?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Do we have to have a title? Can't we just hang out, date… get to know each other?" He replied.

"Can we… do this?" I said, taking a deep breath through my nose and moving closer and intertwining our fingers. He nodded.

"And what about this?" I put my other hand at the nape of his neck and slowly attached my lips to his and his hands quickly found my waist, but I pulled back before he could make his move.

"Do you want to do that… in secrecy of course?" He asked and I nodded and so did he. We laughed and he squeezed my hand.

"Thanks for coming over," he said and I smiled.

"Anytime," I looked at the time and it was still kind of early. "Let's watch a movie." I suggested and he got off the bed and pulled open a drawer in his desk full of DVDs.

"Come pick one." He told me and I got up and went through the drawer.

"Barbie Fairytopia," I read and giggled. "Very manly." I said in a deep voice and looked up at Nick, smiling. He rolled his eyes and smiled at me then playfully pushed me.

"Shut up." He said and I laughed more.

"Hey, every guy has their guilty pleasures!" I joked and grabbed a movie from the drawer and closed it.

"Ha ha, you're so funny." He said sarcastically and I laughed and gave him the movie I picked.

"Pirates of the Caribbean… better than Fairytopia but I think Roslyn would disagree." He said and I giggled. I sat on his bed and he put the movie in the DVD player and then sat next to me.

I felt his eyes on me so I turned to face him, it looked like he was just studying my features.

"What…?" I asked shyly and felt my face get warm.

"Why are you so okay with it?" He asked, now serious.

"With what?"

"Me having a daughter. You realize I got my ex pregnant at 15, right?" He clarified and I nodded.

"I know." I said, wondering where he was going with this.

"So why are you okay with it? Any other girl might have run… but you… you didn't." He said and I looked away and then back at him.

"I don't know…" Lie. Yes you do, you know exactly why. "I guess I'm just an understanding person." I said and he continued to stare at me. I looked down and blushed and then turned to the TV to pretend to watch trailers of movies I've already seen.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He suddenly said and I turned to him in shock. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and smiled at him.

"Uh... no." I said and he shook his head.

"I don't believe that."

"Well there was this one guy-," Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

"He doesn't matter though." I said quickly and before I knew it, Nick's lips were moving against mine and his hand was caressing the side of my face, catching me off guard.

He pulled away slowly and looked at me slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry." He said as a small smile creeped up on his face.

"It's okay." I breathed and smiled at him.

The main menu came up and Nick pressed play. He set the remote down and then locked his hand in my own.

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy.


A/N: I have read over this chapter every time until I didn't find one imperfection... then I gave up.

Now some of you may be thinking, wow they move quickly, well… I waste no time :]

If you read the story, please review, I wanna see how many people read it.

Recap: We get in Miley's head, but not so much inside her head where she's not a mystery. We also see when Nick broke the news to his parents. We get to see Roslyn's cranky side, hmm where did she get that idea planted in her mind anyway…? You'll find out soon enough!