(Corey's pov)
Chapter VI

When Nicole and I got to the pool we were elated to see that we had the entire thing to ourselves. I had brought my iPod and my speakers, so we plugged that in and were jamming to a mix of the Jonas Brothers, Boys Like Girls, Fall Out Boy, and Vanessa Carlton. We had it all the way up, so high that I could hear it wile I was doing my laps. I suppose that was what the problem was. I didn’t notice the curly-haired cutie from breakfast enter my lane; I was too busy going over the whole gay babies incident. Had I crossed the line? I knew the Jonas Brothers were really religious . . . what did they think of my comment?? I never asked.
I was too busy thinking about those things to pay attention to where I was going, the last thing I remember thinking was, ‘hey, there’s . . . oh *beep* after that it’s all black.

***
“What part are you at?”
“We just knocked each other out. Why?”
“Well, you want to do this properly, right?”
“Yea, why?”
“Let Joe tell this part. I mean, neither one of us know what happened while we were knocked out, so let him tell it.”
Nick had a point, except for one thing. “When will he do that? Aren’t he and Cole down in Florida?”
“Yea, except they came in for a visit, remember? They’re coming over to night . . .”
“OH CRAP, I totally forgot!”
“It’s okay, I’ve got everything done.”
“Thank you SO much, love.” Tonight had to be perfect, it is the night that Nick and I are telling Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, Kevin and his wife, Joe and Cole, and Frankie and his girlfriend that I’m going to have Nick’s child.
***

(Joe's pov)
I heard a scream and I turned to see the one called Nicole freaking out. I ran over to her, despite the ‘no running’ signs. I never was very good at following ANY rules.
“What’s wrong? Tell me, what’s wrong?” I had been too stupid to look in the pool, because every time I saw this chick, I was enveloped by her amazingness.
Before she could answer, I heard a splash. I turned and saw Kevin in the water, trying to pull two limp bodies out of the water. I put it together. “Oh *beep* I whispered.
Running again, I went over to the bodies of Corey and Nick. I didn’t know what to do, so I said, “Are they . . . dead?” They sure as hell looked it.
“No, just knocked out I think, check her pulse, just to make sure,” Kevin told me as he did the same to Nick, all the while he was mumbling something incoherent. Probably thinking about the fact that we had a concert that night, and there was Nick, unconscious on the pool deck.
I put two fingers on Corey’s neck, looking for a pulse, I wasn’t very good at finding it, but I did, all the while, Nicole was walking towards us, looking at Nick. Great, I thought, another one likes Nick, lovely, and it’s always the one I like that likes Nick. It pissed me off.
“Um,” Nicole said, “eh, do you want me to . . . test him?”
I couldn’t think of what she was talking about, but it clicked as Kevin told her to go ahead.
“120, exactly. I think I’ve only been that like once or twice. Ha, usually I’m like 200 or something.”
Just then, Corey started stirring. I leaned over to see if she was waking up. She was.
“You look funny with curly hair, Joe Jonas,” she informed me.
“What are you . . . oh right,” I didn’t know how to respond, my hair had been straight, but when I got in the water, well, there went my straight hair.
Of coarse the next question was, “How long have I been knocked out?”
“Five, six minuets, maybe,” I told her.
She sat up and looked at Nick, “Oh dear, I hope the concert will still be on, I’m so sorry!”
“Its okay, see, he’s waking up now.” And indeed he was.

***
“Alright, Corey, you have your ‘waking up scene,” I say.
“Thanks Joe, you have no idea how important this is to me.”
“Yea, about that, why IS it so important?”
“You’ll find out at the same time as everyone else, when your parents get here,” Corey tells me. I can tell she’s hiding something; I’m just not sure what.
“Mom and Dad are here,” Nick says, entering the computer room with two more coats, “You wanna eat now, Corey?”
“I don’t see why not, come on, Joe, you’re about to see why this is so important. You saw the title, I’m assuming?”
I nod my head, and she winks at me.
Wondering what the hell is going on, I get up and follow my brother and his wife to the kitchen. Out on the table is best looking meal I have ever seen, I assume Nick coked.
“Let’s all sit, shall we?” Nick suggests, gesturing with his left hand. That’s when I notice he’s not wearing his purity ring anymore, what’s up with that, he’s worn that thing everyday since he got it, fifteen years ago. Then, it hits me, oh, my, God, I think, Corey’s pregnant.
“Nick, where’s your purity ring?” I ask. I notice he still has on his wedding ring. For some reason, Nick had decided to wear his purity ring, even when he got married, “as a vow I won’t have sex for pleasure,” he had told me.
Every one looks at Nick and Corey, Nick sends me a look that could kill; apparently, they had a plan that I just shot down.
“Well that’s why Nick and I wanted you all to come and have dinner with us,” Corey starts.
“We have something very special to tell you all, however, first, why don’t we all say grace,” Nick continues.
We all link hands and Dad says, “May God bless this food, this night, and this family, and I ask for forgiveness for all their sins, both past, and to come—”
Nick cuts in, “and may God bless my wife . . . and my unborn child”
There is a slight pause as everyone absorbs this new information, then together, we all say, “Amen.”
***
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(Corey's pov)
Chapter VII

I watched Nick stir, like I must’ve done. I wanted nothing more than to comfort him and tell him that it would be okay. I was sure that he would be freaked that he passed out from blood sugar extremes. Thinking that no one thought of it, I asked, “Did you test him, Nicole?”
“Yea, I did. He was 120, exactly.”
“What are you talking about?” Nick asked.
“Your blood sugar.”
“Oh, what was I?”
“120.”
There was an awkward silence again. Right when I was about to speak, Joe said, “Well, there goes another gay baby, the world is getting gayer by the minuet.”
We all laughed, but no one more than Nicole. I looked at her. The only reason she came with me, was because she liked the Jonas Brothers’ music, not because she thought that they were hot, at least that’s what I thought. Nicole was better than me at not getting star crushes.
Just then, one of the hotel worker people came in and started yelling at us about how loud the music was, I was surprised, I had forgotten about the music. I listened and realized Hello Beautiful was playing, I glanced at Nick to see him quickly look away, his cheeks bright red.
Kevin walked over to my iPod and turned it off. I went to stand, but Nick was already standing over me, he was, for whatever reason, not allowing me up.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked
“Not allowing you up,” he replied.
“No *beep* Sherlock, I mean why aren’t you letting me up?”
“I dunno. I just don’t think that you should get up yet.”
“And why is that? I hope it’s not because I’m a girl, because then I would be very pissed at you.”
There was a silence. I had this thing against boys thinking that girls are under them; or that girls can’t do what boys do.
“Well, not pissed, but not . . . happy,” I tried to redeem myself.
“No, no, I would be pissed if it was the other way around. I suppose I’m being a hypocrite though, aren’t I, because didn’t you wake up before me?”
“Yea, you are,” I told him as I stood up. I looked at the pool, “I don’t think I want to swim anymore.”
“Yea, I agree,” Nick said, laughing.
“Hey, Corey, we should probably go back up to the room, its three o’clock, we gotta get ready for to the Jonas . . . Brothers . . . concert.”

***
“Hey, Kevin,” I say.
He gives a start, “Jeez, I didn’t see you there, I had been wondering where you had gotten to, what story are you telling now?”
Kevin has always liked my stories, “Our Story. Nick and I’s. Hey you wanna tell the next part? Joe told the part when Nick and I wake up from knocking each other out.”
Kevin thinks about it a bit then says, “Yea, sure what part are you at?”
“Cole just said that she and I were going to your concert.”
“Okay, I’m not promising anything though; I’m not the best writer.”
“That’s okay; I just want it from your P.O.V.”
“P.O.V?”
“Point of view.”
“Okay, got’ cha.”
“Thanks.”
***
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Chapter VIII
(Kevin's pov)

***
I settle down, nervous, I told Corey that I wasn’t the best writer. That was an understatement. I really CAN'T write. Well, I might as well try, I may surprise myself. Here goes . . .
***

I looked at Joe and Nick, waiting for their responses. I didn’t want them to scare away Corey and Nicole. But then again, I thought, Nick really likes Corey, even if he won’t admit it, and it seems that Joe likes Nicole. I sighed. This was what I hated about being twenty. There were age limits. And all the cute fans that look as if they were decent seemed to be fifteen to sixteen. That was too young for me. I wouldn’t be comfortable, if I had kid, if they were dating someone that had four to five years age difference between the two.
Enough of my rambling.
I understood something watching Nick and Joe: they had already realized that Corey and Nicole were going to the concert that night. Duh, why didn’t I realize that? I thought, I mean they were listening to our music!! Goodness, it was times like these that I felt really stupid.
“Well, we need to go as well, you know we need to get ready,” I said, trying to make up for my unspoken stupidity.
Nick walked over, I knew what he was going to ask, so I said, “No Nick we can’t take them to the concert with us.”
“Actually I was going to ask if we were going to play Hello Beautiful.”
“Yea, Kevin, are we playing it?”
By now were almost to our rooms, Corey and Nicole had left in a hurry; I suppose they hadn’t thought of the fact that they were playing our music, and that gave them away.
“Well I think so, why?” I looked at Joe, I was wary of his response.
Nick looked at Joe and I realized that they were thinking the same thing; I stopped right out side our room, blocking their entrance, and demanded, “Why?”
We all looked around when we heard a door close; I guessed that that was Corey and Nicole going into their room. “Why?” I demanded again.
They looked at each other again, and Nick answered. “Well, we were wondering if we could choose them to come up to the stage, together. As one.”
I thought bout it, then said, “Yea, okay, sounds good.”
Three hours, two complications, and one resolution later, we, the Jonas Brothers, were on stage giving yet another concert.
When we were warming up all three of us realized that we didn’t know what seats Corey and Nicole were sitting in, so we called them, well, Nick called Corey and Joe called Nicole. Luckily, they were in the second row, dead center.
Also, our dad wouldn’t allow us to choose two people to sing to. He said,” Choose one!” So, we decided we’d have Nick pick Corey, and she would drag Nicole up with her, or so we’d hoped.
Anyway, we sang all of our songs, save for Hello Beautiful that was planed for second to last.
“OKAY!! As you all may know, we need someone to come up here for this next song. WHO WANTS TO???” Nick asked. The crowd went wild, they all wanted to come. Nick pretended to think about it, all the wile I’m sure he was hoping to God that Corey dragged Nicole on stage with her.
I heard Nick say, “You there in the second row!! With the black shirt!!!”
There was an antagonizing silence between the three of us as we waited to see what Corey would do. We saw her hesitate, looking at Nick, looking Nicole, looking at Joe.
I swear I heard Joe sigh with relief when he saw Corey grab Nicole’s wrist and drag her up on stage with her.
“Come along, come along now,” Nick coaxed.
Joe took over, winking at Nicole, he said, “What’s your name?”
“Nicole.”
“And yours?” Nick said to Corey.
“Corey.”
“Where are you fine ladies from?” I asked.
“Saint Louis, Missouri,” they both said.
I had to admit, they both looked really pretty. Corey had on a black lower cut shirt that had red roses snaked around the side. She also had on blue Chuck Taylors, a blue and black stud belt and faded blue jeans that had sequins one the back pockets.
Nicole had on regular blue jeans, Nike tennis shoes, and a three-quarter length sleeved shirt, the sleeves were yellow and the rest was white, on the front was a yellow submarine.
Because we were psychic, or so we were going to tell our dad, we had two stools. Joe got them and Corey and Nicole sat down in them.
Nick picked up the microphone and moved it closer to Corey, Joe moved closer to Nicole. Nick started playing his guitar.
Nick started sang to Corey and Joe sang to Nicole.

Hello beautiful
How's it going?
I hear it's wonderful in California
I've been missing you
It's true...

But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly

'Cause I could comb across the world,
And see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes

Hello beautiful
It's been a long time
Since my phone's rung
And you been on that line
I've been missing you
It's true

But tonight
I'm gonna fly
Yeah tonight
I'm gonna fly
Oh yeah

'Cause I could comb across the world,
And see everything
And never be satisfied
If I couldn't see those eyes

I don’t know what Nick was thinking, but this was something I would have expected Joe to do, not Nick. Although, after Nick did it Joe must have thought that he could do it as well, for he did the same thing Nick did, but he did to Nicole. The whole crowd gasped. I wouldn’t have been surprised if some people fainted.
Nick bent over Corey, and kissed her on the cheek.
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Chapter IX
(Kevin's pov)

***
I get up and walk into Nick and Corey’s living room.
“There you are, Kevin,” my wife, Karalee, says, “Where are our coats? I thought you were going to get them.”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot, I went in and saw Corey typing on the computer so I asked her what she was writing. She ended up convincing me to write the next chapter, I’ll go get them now.”
I walk back into the computer room. All there is in the room is a computer on a desk, a chair, and stacks and stacks of papers on the desk. However, today, Nick and Corey have about four chairs crammed into the room so that we didn’t have to put our coats on the floor. Corey is sitting at the computer, reading what I wrote.
“Be nice,” I say.
“About what?”
“How bad it is.”
“No, no, it’s good; you’re not as bad at writing as you seem to think.”
“Thanks, hey I’ll see you later; Karalee and I are heading out.”
“Okay, thanks so much for writing this for me,” Corey sands up and gives me a hug. She was always good at giving hugs.
“See ya later, Kevin. Hey, didn’t let life wear you down.”
“See ya.”
***

(Corey's pov)
I looked up at Nick. Surprised, I had NOT thought he would do that.
“Take Nicole and go back stage, I don’t think you should go back to your seats now,” Nick whispered in my ear.
“Okay,” I was in shock. This was so unexpected. Nicole and I got up and walked backstage, we heard the Jonas Brothers play S.O.S. When they were through, Kevin Joe and Nick walked over to us. Kevin rounded on them.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!” This question was, I noticed, directed mostly at Nick.
“Joe kissed Nicole too, Kevin,” I pointed out.
“I know, I know.”
“Boys, they’re calling for an encore, are you ready?”
“Yea. M’kay. Fine,” Kevin said, “I’ll talk to YOU later, Nick.” Together, Kevin, Joe and Nick walked back onstage and preformed Hold On and Just Friends.
“Do you have ‘Meet and Great’ passes?” Nick asked me.
“No, why?”
“Good and I think you and Nicole should go back to the hotel, I’ll talk to you later,” he paused, hesitated, and said, “I love you.”

***
“Hey, we’re leaving, Corey,” Frankie says, “So are Mom and Dad. Congratulations; have fun writing your story.”
“Bye, Frankie,” I say, getting up, “thanks, I suppose I should come out and tell your parents bye, shouldn’t I?”
“Yea. Mom’s starting to think you think you think that they are ashamed of you and Nick.”
“WHAT?! No I don’t think that!!”
“Well you’ve been in here all night. . .”
“Oh, right, good point.”
So together, Frankie and I walk into the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Jonas are sitting on the couch, Frankie’s girlfriend is on the loveseat, and Joe and Nicole are on the floor.
“Sorry about staying in the computer room all night, I am writing a story,” I say.
“Oh, what about, dear?” Mrs. Jonas asks.
I look at Nick and say, “Nick and I’s story.”
“Oh, that’s nice, honey,” Mrs. Jonas looks at Nick, curious. “The whole thing?”
“I . . . yea, you know when Joe disappeared? Well he was telling a chapter, same thing with Kevin.”
Mrs. Jonas looks at me and says, “May I tell the next chapter, dear?”
“Yea, sure, here follow me,” I say.
***

(Mrs. Jonas' pov)
After the ‘Meet and Greet’ Kevin, Joe, Nick, Frankie, my husband, and I went back to the hotel. However, before I released Nick to the boy’s room, I had a little chat with him about the public displayed affection he displayed during the concert.
“Nick, come here.”
“Yes, Mom?”
“What was that, during the concert?”
“What was what? . . . Oh you mean, why did I kiss Corey on stage?”
“Yes, Nick why did you do it?”
“Joe kissed Nicole!!”
“Joe doesn’t have a girlfriend, Nick.”
“Oh . . . right, yea, about that . . .”
“Have you broken up with her yet? Because, you know this performance is going to be aired on the Disney Channel, remember?”
Nick leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, telling me he forgot. “I forgot about that, Mom.”
“Nick let me ask you something, do you love Miley?”
“Sometimes, when she’s not being annoying . . .”
“Has it ever crossed your mind that you want to spend the rest of your life with her?”
“No.”
“I think it’s time to end it with her, dearie.”
“Yes, ma’am. May I go to bed now?”
“You may, and do please think about what we talked about, Nick.”

***
I get up; I have told what I wanted to tell. I walk back into the living room, and Corey tells me, “That was fast, Mrs. Jonas.”
“Yes, I only wanted to tell the conversation between nick and I about Miley,” I say, “And please, dear, call me Denise, how many times have I told you that, honey?”
“A lot, sorry, it’s just . . . I find it weird calling you that . . .”
“Hon, you’ve been married to my boy for 5 years, and you still think it’s weird to call me Denise?”
“Yes, sorry.”
“It’s all right dear; well, I need to go, my husband’s probably wondering where I am. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
***
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Chapter X
(Nick's pov)

***
I haven’t looked at this in a long time, nor, it seems, has my wife, I think. I read what Mom wrote. And I find myself starting to type more, after two months of nothing . . .
***

I laid down, really thinking about what Mom had just told me. The more I thought, the more I realized how much I really hated Miley. I couldn’t believe I was so naïve!! Thinking that Miley really loved me. I shook my head, what was I thinking, getting myself in to this mess!!!! Now I had to tell Corey about this . . . well, maybe, if I ended it with Miley . . . AGAIN, I could make this simply disappear . . . like this problem was never there . . .
Yes, I decided, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll make the problem disappear. . .

***
I get up that’s all I wanted to add, was that small part. Maybe I’ll ask Corey how the story is going tonight at dinner, just to get it started again.
***

(Corey's pov)
I opened my eyes; there were five new text messages on my phone. I was glad that Nick had AT&T, because then I got free unlimited texts.
I opened the first one. It read:
Nick Jonas 9:30 AM
So what’s up? How’s life?
Number two:
Nick Jonas 9:45 AM
Are you awake??? . . . Do you wanna come over???
Number three:
Nick Jonas 10:02 AM
I’ve got this awesome amazing crazy kinda crush on yooooouuuu!!! Lol, no really . . . wait . . . am I being ignored???
That one made me laugh, I, again had the song he sang on Darcy’s Wildlife show, Crazy Kinda Crush On You, stuck in my head. I had bought it on iTunes a while back.
Number four:
Nick Jonas 10:17 AM
This totally isn’t fair, Joe woke me up cuz he was bored, and know I can’t sleep. But you’re over there, sleeping the day away.
And the last one:
Nick Jonas 10:35 AM
WAKE UUUUUUUP!!!!!
I responded to all the texts with one, which read:
Corey Paige 10:45 AM
Haha sucker, I just woke up, what time do you me over there??? And I agree, I’ve got this awesome amazing crazy kinda crush on yoooouuuuu!!!! Oh and life is great!!!
I put my phone back on the night stand and got up to take a shower, if I was going to go to the Jonas’ room, then I wanted to look my best. I mean I knew for a fact that Nick liked, me, why else would he have kissed me the previous night if he just thought I was another fan???
My phone beeped, I had another text from Nick:
Nick Jonas 10:47 AM
XP how about as soon as you’re ready?
I responded with:
Corey Paige 10:48 AM
Okay, be over in ½ hour. Is it okay with Joe if Cole comes as well??? or you for that matter . . . lol
I went to set my phone down but Nick had responded before I had a chance to do so:
Nick Jonas 10:49 AM
Okay, sounds good, and yea, Nicole can come of coarse . . . love you
I smiled, Nick was so sweet!
Half an hour later, Nicole and I were out side the Jonas Brothers’ room. For some reason I was nervous, but Nicole was her same happy hyper self.
As usual I forgot that the little peep hole is one way, so I had my eye up to it, trying to see them coming, so I knew when to fix my hair. But suddenly, the door was opened and Kevin was standing over me.
“Hello!” I said, surprised.
“Hey, Corey, Nicole. Nick and Joe are inside,” he said stepping aside, and closing the door behind us.
Nicole immediately pranced over to Joe and sat next to him, I saw her hand hesitate at Joe’s before she changed her mind.
I walked over to Nick and said, “Hey, got your text messages,” I got your text messages??? What was that? Obviously I got them, other wise I wouldn’t be here.
Nick laughed, “Obviously, so what do you want to do?”
But before I could answer, Nick’s phone beeped, he looked at it, and answered the text message.
“Who was that from?” I asked.
Nick hesitated, and then replied, “No one.”
“So what are we going to do to day?” Kevin asked.
“Well, what movies do you guys have with you?” I said, ignoring Nick’s answer.
“I don’t think we brought any,” Joe told me, know holding Nicole’s hand.
“Oh, well, we could go out and walk around Times Square.”
“We could . . . but it’s like, twenty degrees outside . . .” Nick’s phone beeped again.
“OOOOO,” said Nicole, “I know, let’s go see a movie!!”
“Yea, I looove that idea,” I said, “Do we know where one is though?”
“Well, that’s okay; we can just ask the desk clerk.” Kevin resolved the problem.
“Great!! Let’s go,” I called out, “We can decide what to see on the way.”
“Wait, wait, wait, shouldn’t you tell your parents where you’re going?”
“Oh yea,” I flipped open my phone as Nick’s beeped again. I glanced at him, trying to see who he was typing.
Ten minuets later, Kevin, Joe, Nicole, Nick, and I, were in a taxi, on our way to see Sweeny Todd. Kevin was going to pay, and Nick and Joe were going to pay him back for both Nicole and I’s ticket.
About half way through the movie, Nick got up and went to get more popcorn. When he came back and sat down, his leg touched mine, I moved my hand onto the armrest. Nick handed me the popcorn to pass down to Nicole and Joe, then he also rested his hand on the armrest. When his touched mine, he held it. I was giddy with excitement; I had never held anyone’s hand, well not in the way I was now holding hands with Nicolas Jonas.
Well, then again, I had never had a boyfriend before either . . .