Get it together Nick...keep your head on...do not go insane.

Nick paced around the house very early in the morning because he didn't want to do this when Olivia was awake.

The call will come in any second now...any moment now.

Nick jumped over the glass table, the couch, and landed on the floor, just not to break stride.

He shouldn't have called, he should have let sleeping dogs lie, he should have just gone to the store and bought Viagra! Why must he always make bad decisions? Can he not for once act like a sensible human being?

He should probably leave well enough alone, he should be focusing his energy on finding Joe, who, by state law, is technically classified as a missing person by now. But seriously, where was Joe? What happened to him? And more importantly why hasn't Miley called back yet?

Why would Miley call you to give you advice on how to sleep with your girlfriend? She owes you nothing. Worst of all you kissed her, how are you so sure you can even trust her advice? What if she gives you advice to steal you from Olivia?

Oddly, Nick was okay with that.

And he knew he shouldn't be okay with that.

Just to pass time Nick tried to call Joe again, Miley was probably trying to get settled in in Brooklyn. He should really give her some space and stop seeming so obsessive....it wasn't healthy.

To Nick's surprise Joe's phone actually rang through, for the past days it was switched off. 3 to 5 rings into the call it finally connected.

"Hello?" Blanda's Switzerland accent comes in through the phone. Nick had a minor bad taste in his mouth when he remembered the last time he meet Blanda...yup, that was not a good day.

"Hello Blanda, could you please put Joe on? He's been AWOL for several days and important stuff has been happening-"

"I'm sorry, but who is this!?" Blanda shouts harshly.

"Excuse me?" Nick was actually surprised by her response.

"Whoever you are do not call this number again or I will contact the authorities" she spits out.

"You have got to be kidding me," Nick said incredulously. "It's me, Nick! I am his brother! You can't keep Joe away from his family!"

"He's not part of your family anymore," she says sleazily, and proceeds to hang up the phone.

What just happened?

Nick looks at his phone like it had morphed into an intergalactic space weapon, "Did Blanda just kidnap my brother?" he said out loud.

As soon as he finished talking, Miley's phone call rang through.

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That little runt of a younger brother had the audacity to call and ask where Joe was! Blanda fumed to herself. She had decided to turn on Joe's phone for fear of people being suspicious as to his disappearance and calling the police. But unlucky for her as soon as she turned the damn phone on the first call to come through was Nick's.

She'd be damned if she let Joe out of her sight anytime soon again, the last time she did so he went out into the world and nearly destroyed all her plans. Well, she should be thankful to Nick for informing her that day, resulting in her bolting to the restaurant.

Miley Cyrus was Blanda's public enemy number one after that stunt she nearly tried to pull.

Who'd have thought that little tramp could steal Joe away from her?

Maybe Blanda needed to supply Joe with a different type of substance instead of the one that could alter memory, it worked to her disadvantage when Joe actually forgot about her.

She had wanted to make Joe forget his old life and rebuild a new one for him instead, a better one, one where she was queen. She had gotten Joe so hooked she knew he couldn't live without her.

Now all she had to do was think of a way to get Nick from calling the police, because she knew that would be his next course of action.

"What to do, what to do..." Blanda sang to herself.

She had a tinge of an idea.

"Joe...sweety?" she says seductively to the couch potato slumped in the corner.

Joe sat down at the far corner of Blanda's room, his back against the wall and he was on the floor. The curtains strain under his weight as half of his body was leaning against it, he looked dead as a zombie, but he still managed to look handsome with his over grown hair messily pointing out everywhere.

"Urngh?" He tried to answer. Drool was leaking down his mouth, he blinked his eyes one eyeball at a time, and his hand was feebly holding onto an empty syringe.

"Do you by any chance have any crazy ex girlfriend, or girlfriends, I could use?" she continues.

"Cr-azy...ex?" he gurgles, he sounded like someone who had a tooth removed. His head moved side to side, as if trying to be a normal human being and think. "Tay-lor Swift?" he manages to say.

"Perfect" Blanda purrs to herself.

Blanda picks up her own smartphone and uses Joe's to find Taylor's number. She mildly wondered why Joe hadn't deleted it, but she'd make sure to do so later. She'd not only format Joe's phone, but his whole memory and life. He would be hers, completely and solely.

After retrieving the number Blanda throws Joe's phone onto her bed, switching it off again. She clears her throat while the phone begins to ring, once it connects through she hears Taylor's cool sing-song voice, it made her skin crawl.

"Hellooo? Who is this please? I do not have this number saved on my phone"

"Hello!? Taylor Swift?" Blanda said in her most panicked voice. "I'm so sorry to be calling you like this, it's Blanda, Joe's girlfriend. Joe's been missing for days now and neither I nor his brothers can find him! Taylor please help!"

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