I AM SO SORRY THAT IT HAS BEEN THIS LONG! I FEEL HORRIBLE LEAVING YOU GUYS LIKE THAT! But don't worry! I'm back and I promise I will get to my others stories soon! Just please, give me some time c: Enjoy!

I ran to her. My arms wide, waiting for an embrace. It had been three years since I've seen her. School sort of took away from us. Breaking the hug, she grabbed my shoulders and looked me over.

"Wow, sweetie, you look great!" she boomed.

"You too, Mom!" I said with a wider smile.

Kendall cleared his throat as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Oh! Mom, this is Ken-," but she cut me off

"We've met before."

"I made this happen, didn't I?"

I turned to face him.

"You knew where I lived?"

"I told you, Jen told me about this place." I smiled.

"Oh, sweetheart, your father will be home any minute! He's going to be so happy to see you!"

"Dad?"

"Dad?" Kendall seemed tense.

"Yes honey, Keith will be home. I know you're not very fond of him, but." My mother shrugged.

It was nice to know my mom liked him, but dad is the person I'm worried about. He was never fond of boy bands that weren't the Beatles.

"You met Dad? Wait, when did you have time to do this?"

"Well, I called your mom, and she loved the idea of dessert here. She already knew me. Something about listening to BTR too, but." He waved his hand. "When she asked if I wanted to talk to your dad, I accepted. I wanted to meet the whole family, and of course make sure it was okay with him as well. We had a little… disagreement."

All I could do was nod. I didn't actually know what else to say.

"What about the others?"

"Oh! I would love to see Camille again! They're welcome to join us!" my mother smiled.

Kendall leaned into me to whisper in my ear, "I like your mom."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll go get our little posse in the bus…"

"I'll be here." He laughed.

"I sure hope so!" I yelled, walking about out the front door.

My front yard was exactly as it was when I left for college. The half dead oak tree is still right next to the garage door. The shrubs blocking in the walkway to the front door are trimmed into perfect rectangles, and the little flower pot I made freshman year in school is still filled with multicolored tulips and daisies. And I was I was kind of liking the new item in the front, the silver bus with a brown stripe parked parallel to the house, my boyfriends tour bus.

I walked up to the door and knocked. It opened thanks to Dustin. I didn't notice he had been driving. I thanked him and ran to the back. Everyone was sitting on the couch, waiting.

"That was quick." Jen said.

"Guys, come eat with us!" I asked, pulling on Camille's left hand and Carlos' right.

"Right now?" James asked.

"YES RIGHT NOW! COME ON GUYS!" I ran out the lounge and up to the front of this bus.

"Hey, Dustin!"

"What's up girly?" he asked with a flirty smile.

"Come eat with us! You know, cake, cookies, food, Kendall would want you there!"

"You had me at cake."

I ran to the front door, the rest of the gang walking behind me. We all entered the house and everyone greeted my mother. I sat down on the couch in the living room with Kendall. Everyone else ate in the kitchen. I was so close to falling asleep when I heard a car pull up. I stopped everything. My eyes flew open. My breathing stopped. My dad was home. I ran off of Kendall's lap so quickly, he couldn't even grab me. The front door shut a few second later.

"Honey! Whose bus is that out front?"

"DADDY!" I screamed, running into his arms.

"Joey! Pumpkin!" he hugged me hard.

"When did you get here?"

"About ten minutes ago!"

"Mr. Taylor?" Camille asked from the kitchen.

"Camille! It's so nice to see you again!" he hugged her as well.

I yelled for Kendall. I could hear him stand up from the couch and walk slowly over to me.

"Well, you must be Kevin."

"Kendall." He corrected.

"Right, right. Well." And he walked away. Kendall looked so angry. I wrapped my arms around his waist before he could go after him.

"Kendall, don't. Please." He relaxed under my grasp. "What did you guys fight about anyway?"

He exhaled. "Well, I kinda told him that we were coming over to meet them, and he asked who I was. I told him Kendall Schmidt, from Big Time Rush. And he goes 'and you're the one dating my daughter?' and I was just like 'yes sir, and I love her so much, thanks you for letting us come over' and he goes 'I never liked you boy bands. Keep your hands off my daughter' and I go 'excuse me?' and he goes 'I said, if you put your hands on my daughter at all while in my house, or I will come after you. And if you hurt her, I'm going to hang you from the chandelier' or something like that."

I blinked in confusion. That was not my dad at all!

"Hang me from the chandelier?" I let out a small chuckle.

"Look, right now I'm just worried about you. I don't care if your dad hates me… are you happy?" he asked. His eyes sparkled and it was like the family Christmas tree when the lights were all turned on. His smile was even brighter.

"The only time I've been happier was kissing you on stage." I whispered. Then, I went onto my tippy toes and gently kissed his nose, and he wrapped my arms around me, holding my closer.

We heard someone clear their throat. Kendall let go of me and we turned to find my father. His arms were crossed and he stared at Kendall so deeply, I thought it would leave a burn mark. I muttered a sorry to him.

"Are you children eating?" he asked more to me than Kendall.

"Yes Daddy. We'll be right there." He nodded and went back into the kitchen.

"Why does your dad hate boy bands so much?"

I sighed. I guess the story had to get out sooner or later.

"My older sister, Katharina, went out with this boy named Jared. Cutest couple I have ever seen. A few months later, Jared, his brother Shannon, and their other brother Tomo made their own band. You've probably heard of it."

"30 Seconds to Mars. Yes, I have…." He looked a little like he was about to start fangirling.

"Well, then you know how 'bad boy' he is. He introduced my sister to cocaine. She only used it once, but it was enough to have my dad break them up. A few months later, they came back in town for a concert. My sister ran away and my parents haven't heard from her since."

Kendall was just staring at me. His eyes were huge, and his mouth hanging open. I think he got the reason my dad hates him. I knew Kendall would never do anything as bad as drugs, but my daddy didn't.

Kendall and I piled into the kitchen and found everyone dining on homemade peanut butter cookies and apple pie. I remember Mom's cookies. We would make them every weekend when Camille would sleep over. I picked one up from the counter and bit into it. It tasted the same as always, but better, knowing that the love of my life was standing beside me eating one as well.

"So, Jo…. How's college going for you?" My dad asked.

"It's going good. Have mostly all A's." I mumbled through bites of cookie.

"Good. Good. And, ugh, Kendall, how is your 'tour' going." He put the quotation marks around the word 'tour'.

I had such an urge to just rip his throat out. Even though he was my dad, couldn't he see that Kendall made me happy?

"It's going great! The guys and I are having the time of our lives. Actually, when your daughter finished her last semester to school, she would come with us!"

He stopped.

Completely stopped.

Oh, Kendall. I love you, but you never say that to my dad. I had half a mind to shove a cookie down his throat as a distraction!

"You… you're what?" He directed the question to me. His expression was blank.

"Daddy, let me explain! You see, when we met after the concert, he heard Camille and I singing and asked us to maybe open for some of their smaller shows! And I said –"

"No. You said no." He slammed his hands down on the counter and stared me in the eyes. I could see the rage rising into his brain. I can understand. He didn't want me to leave, but this is what I wanted to do with my life. This was my life. Kendall was my life, and he always has been.

"Dad –" I said softly.

"Jo, I cannot believe you would do something like this to your family. We just got you back from 4 years of college and now you're leaving to go on tour with this, this, this BOYBAND?"

I couldn't even look at my dad anymore. I could feel the tears start to form at the corner of my eyes. Kendall tried to look at me but I turned away to finally stare at my father. How could he say that about Kendall? About James and Logan and Carlos as they sat in the room? How could he do this to me? I thought I was his little girl!

"Dad, I'm 20 years old now. I think I can do as I please." I stood up, slamming my hands onto the granite countertop. "If you cant handle my decisions, then maybe you shouldn't worry about me anymore! Maybe I should do what I want for once, and not follow your little ass like I've been doing my entire life to make you happy!"

Smack!

The pain spread across my face as if I couldn't grab my cheek fast enough. I could feel the blood trickle down my face and into my open mouth. The tears started them and mixed into my wound. I could feel Kendall's arms quickly go around me protectively. What had just happened? That couldn't have been my dad.

"I think it's time to go…" I heard Logan whisper quietly. My father didn't say anything as Kendall grabbed me, and the six of us walked out the door.

The bus ride was a quiet one. Kendall had wrapped my cut and I was sent to bed.

"You need your rest, babe." Kendall whispered as he carried me into his bunk with him. He didn't want me sleeping on the couch, just in case the wound opened up again. I just moaned an "mmhmm" and laid my head down on his pillow. He then proceeded to climb in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. I sighed and leaned into his embrace.

"I love you, Jo." He breathed, almost so quiet I couldn't hear him. Still, I turned around slowly, being conscious of my bandages, and smiled at him. Lightly touching our noses together, I whispered back "I love you too." I could feel the tears coming back as I kissed him lightly but passionately, holding his face in my hands.

"Now go to sleep." Was the last thing he said to me before I snuggled into his chest and fell into a deep sleep.