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. . . . "So what was his face like when you told him?" Miley asked referring to my eventual confession to Nick about the baby. Her eyebrows raised in curiosity as she pulled into a vacant space in the parking lot. "Oh, you know...shocked," I replied, smiling at the memory. Again, it felt like a long time ago. "Really shocked." "But he's happy, right?" she said, wanting to be sure as we got out of the car. "He is, it's just kind of complicated right now. We're going to talk to his parents about everything later, so I guess thats when the shit is really gonna' go down." "No offense girl, but I hear Papa Jonas is a bit of a drag," she admitted quietly, looking worried for me. "Well yeah, he definitely can be. He's never liked me, since day one." "That's tough. I had a boyfriend like that once, I had to get out." "Yeah, I understand what you mean. His mom's lovely though." "Well, that's certainly a plus." I nodded, pulling my light brown cardigan around my shoulders so it had a little more structure. "Oh fuck," Miley cursed, looking down and rolling her eyes. I looked up immediately, curious to see what the source of her annoyance was. Paparazzi. Of course. "Miley! Selena!" they yelled. "How are you?" I gave them a small wave, just for the sake of acknowledging them. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and my eyes wandered down the screen, anxious to see Nick's reply to my 'Do your parents know we're coming over tonight?' 'Yeah, they know. I don't know how many times I have to ...