Nick's POV: I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say, how to act. We arrived way too soon, way before I was ready. I wanted to go in and see her again, but I didn't want to botch this up either. I didn't want to upset her in any way. I was so scared I would. It felt like the humid air itself was pressing down upon me, choking me so I couldn't speak. My dad gives me a pat on the back. That feels like he's physically pushing me forward and out of the car. Which is good since my feet don't seem to register that I want to move. Was I sweating before and just not notice until now? I wipe away beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. Take a deep breath in and try not to think about what I'll say. It'll come to me when I get there. I hope. Then I look up. A gigantic mansion envelops the sky above me. The walkway uphill towards the house is bordered with huge, trimmed bushes on either side. Okay, I can handle this. I'm Nick Jonas. I live in a huge ass house too. I took a step forward. Then another, and another. This could work out alright. I would be okay after all. Emily's POV: "Welcome! We've been expecting you!" the woman began brightly. "What's your name, child?" "Emily Wilson." I leaned against my suitcase for support. "Tut-tut! You are a Gomez under this roof! Understand?" I was too tired to argue, so I just nodded my head. "And what sort of name is Emily? What was your mother thinking? We'll have to do better than that if this is going to work out...hmm.." "But ...
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