Let The Flames Begin

Sophia’s POV

“So... I was wondering, can you come over?” I asked Leslie on the phone. I couldn’t believe that I was listening to Joe’s request—more like threat.

“Uhmm... sure, but why do you sound so... unsure?” Leslie asked.

“No reason, I just want you to meet—hold on,” I said to Leslie.

“I am not going to say that Joe!” I whispered as I covered the mouthpiece on my phone.

“Why not, it’s completely true! Do it or no phone...” Joe sang to me.

“Fine—sorry Leslie, I want you to meet one of my most handsome best friends.” I read along the script Joe wrote.

“Okay, but on one condition, how old is he?” she chuckled.

“Sadly, 18” I muttered the first part.

“Sure, I’ll come over tomorrow. Right now I’m taking care of my little sister.”

“Okay... thanks,” I hung up.

“Happy?” I asked Joe annoyed.

“Yes, here you go. When is she coming over?” Joe tossed me my phone.

“Tomorrow, now leave I gotta talk to Chris,” I kicked him out of my room.

“Thank you!” he said, and then left.

***Ring, Ring, Ring*** S=Sophia C=Chris

C= hello?

S= chris? hey it’s sophie!

C= hey baby, how’s everything?

S= could be better. nick’s little girlfriend is coming over, ugh! i can’t stand her!

C= why? ‘cause she’s dating him?

S= no, i never liked her since ‘hannah fatana’ started.

C= aww. don’t worry baby, it’ll be alright.

S= yeah, so, how’s everything over there?

C= great. actually yesterday we went to Acapulco and next week we’re stay in Cancun for a few days.

S= oh my cheese! for real? gosh i hope you have fun.

C= i won’t have fun knowing you’re not going to be there with me—

S= —but you’ll try just for me right?

C= of course, anything to make you happy.

S= thanks baby.

C= sophie, i’m gonna let you go okay?

S= okay...

C= baby, don’t get upset. i love you okay?

S= i love you too... bye

C= bye.

After talking on the phone for about an hour or so I went to get ready for the arrival.



It’s just her not anyone special so I just dressed casually.

Nick’s POV

“Nick, why are you so tense it’s just Miley, not the President.” Joe said to me as I tapped my foot impatiently.

“Yeah, Nick don’t worry. You act as if Sophie and Miley are gonna start fighting,” Kevin pointed out.

“Okay,” I said, standing up to straighten out my clothes.

“Frankie, give me my dollar back!” I heard Sophie say running down the stairs after him.

“Nope, you owe me!” Frankie said hiding behind the couch.

“Since when?!” Sophie asked standing in front of the couch.

“Since... I said so!” Frankie and ran to the kitchen.

“Ugh! Keep it!” Sophie finally said and sat on the couch next to me and Joe.

Suprisingly, she didn’t tell Joe to move or sit on the floor. I guess she’s starting to forgive me.

***Ding, Dong***

“She's heeerrreee...” Sophie said, texting on her phone.

“Ha... ha,” I said annoyed.

I admit, I want her to forgive me, but she shouldn’t be rude to someone she hasn’t even met.

“I’ll get it!” I yelled walking towards the door.

I breathed in, then opened the door.

“Nicky!”