“Hey Joe” Miley opened the door, she was smiling, Joe hoped it wasn’t fake.

“Wassup Mils?” he bends forward and hugs her, his leather jackets straining against the pull. “It has been forever since I saw you.”

“Forever? We meet last week,” she replied.

“Say what?” Joe froze.

“Hahaha, I’m just messing with ya.” Miley smiled again, but this time Joe knew it was more from the heart. She wore a white top that dips at one angle of her shoulder and a flowery knee length skirt.

“Mind if I come in?” Joe pointed passed her and into the house, “Or do you want to keep me out here till I freeze to death?”

“You could never freeze to death, Joe” Miley moved over to the side to let him pass. “Your too hot headed for that.”

“Says the girl from Tennessee”

“I’m not from Tennessee, I’m from Texas!”

“Say what? When?” Joe looked at her as he walked into the spacious living room.

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear about me on Hannah Montana” she replied, in that southern drawl of hers. “Lemme guess, you actually believed Dolly Parton was my Godmother? Or that I was renamed Miley coz I smiled a lot?”

“Er….?” Joe was at a loss for words. “No…yes?”

“Good.” She wiped her hair around and walked into the living room, flops down on the couch and looks at Joe, “Cause there actually true” she laughs. “You should’ve seen the look on your face”

Joe dives after her she jumps from the couch and dashes around the house, anytime Joe catches her he’d tickle her mercilessly, which made her more desperate to escape. It was fun, they had fun.

After being harassed for over more than an hour the finally ended up in the backyard, Miley’s dogs had been lounging around in the shade of a lopsided umbrella but quickly peeked up their ears when they saw their beloved owner. Tongues and tails either wet or wagging, they run around her in unrestrained glee, Joe couldn’t help but stare, she looked like a mother as she hugged and rubbed and gave equal attention to her dogs. He felt a slight tug in his heart but he ignored it.

After what felt like a long time of staring Joe finally decides to talk, to do what he was here to do in the first place, clearing his throat, “So how's everything Mils?”

She looked up at him from her husky dog, Floyd I think his name was, who was mercilessly trying to lick her face. “Good.” She said it short and quick, with little though put into the process.

Joe just sighed, dipped his hands in the pockets of his tight pants, and walk right up to her, the dogs move out of the way, Joe looks down at Miley, looks at her dead in the eye and says again, “How are you.” It was more a command then a question.

“Uhm…” she was at a loss for words, one of the reasons being that she’s never seen Joe in this way before, it was actually kinda hot. What the heck are you thinking Miley? This is Joe! Virtually your brother that’s literally from another mother! “What do you mean?”

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” he says quietly.

That’s when it broke, Joe practically saw it on her face, saw it break, the layers of her cool output slowing crashing down around her. She looks down as the wall she tried to put up fell, she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, not infront of Joe.

She wasn't particularly surprised when Joe gathered her close and consumed her in a fierce hug, so tight and suffocating that she couldn’t breathe, she didn’t mind. She needed the strength and support he offered, the comfort that could only come from another man’s warm embrace. He smelled like the woods, strange, Joe was your typical bad boy brother who’d party hard and drink up and wear enough cologne to endanger humanity itself.

“Thanks,” Miley muttered into his chest, she was slowly becoming afraid of this feeling of not wanting to leave his embrace, she slowly pulled away. Joe reluctantly let her go. Are you for real man? Maybe it was because she was single that made her attractive…maybe.

“You want to talk?” he holds up her face and gazes into her eyes-looks! I looked into her eyes, there’s no gazing here…

She nods her head like a child would when offered chocolate, Joe smiles to himself and muse, not a bad though.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, he holds her hand and drags her back into the house, her dog Floyd hot on their heels. Once in the kitchen Joe opens up afew cabinets till he finds the ones that held mugs, he gets them out and lays them on the counter. Then he opens the fridge and fishes around for a chocolate bar, he found five. “Do you mind?” he points to them.

“Not at all, make yourself feel right at home,” Miley said, rubbing the goosebumps off her arms. Sad thing was that they weren’t from the cold, what was wrong with her? This is Joe! Is it cause of the way he smiles at her, his cockily cool demeanor, or the way his sexy ass moves as he moves about the kitchen?

Oh my God! I’m thinking about Joe’s ass! What is wrong with me!? She did not know, and could come up with no answers. Afew minutes later Joe walks up to her with two cups of piping hot chocolate, she smiled at that. “Thanks,” she accepts a yellow mug.

“You’ve already said that” he lift the mug to his lips and takes a sip, Miley stared the whole time, she had to mentally slap herself to get out of it.

“Uhm…” what else to say?

“Do you still wanna talk, or should I just go?” Joe offers, the look of complete remorse in his eyes.

Should he leave? He should, “No” her mouth says instead, “please stay.” That was not at all what she had planned to say, Miley wondered when on the journey between her mind and her mouth did the words change.

“Okay, if you insist.” Joe says cockily.

“Uh, let’s sit in the living room” Miley says, outstretching her arms and leading the way.

“Well we sure weren’t gonna talk in the bedroom.” Joe laughs, but freezes as soon as his words were out, just the very thought of a bed room and Miley made him uncomfortable. He was glad she couldn’t see his reaction, but he also didn’t notices hers as well.

“Something I’ve quickly learned is that the bedroom wasn’t made for talking.” Miley replied, then wish she hadn’t, she knew she’d just sounded like a slut.

They finally reached the couch, with fake smiles plastered on both faces.

Boy I hope I don’t blow this, Joe thinks sternly.

I hope I can make it through this, Miley thinks desperately.

And then they talked, it was hard at first but the process became easier the more they went into it, half way through Miley couldn't hold it and broke into tears, but Joe was there as always to comfort. They hadn’t even notice that they were both cuddling each other on the couch looking at old pictures, the conversation slowly ended and both parties remained in comfortable silence of a long time, just enjoying the others company. When slowly but surely it came to the point where they were each having the one same though on their minds, what would Nick think if he finds out?

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That. Was. Awesome!

Didn’t think I’d do that did ya? Well to tell the truth me neither, as I was writing they both just sort of took over. They possessed my fingers and ordered me to write this.

I could nicely incorporate this into the tale.

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