Miley's POV:
Tonight was supposed to be one of the best night of my life. My five year wedding anniversary with my husband Nick Jonas. Everything started out fine, I may have to put an emphasis on the word 'started'. Everything was perfect. He took me to my favorite resteruant then afterwards we went for a midnight walk on the beach. It was so romantic, but that's when it started to go downhill. I brought up the subject of children. I mean, me and Nick have been married for five years! I just wanted him to know that I walked
to have a child or two sometime in the future but then Nick goes and freaks out on me! He said his life was too complicated for children. He said he loves children, but he doesn't want to have any! Ughhh, he makes me so mad. Then I blurted out the most stupidest thing I've ever said. I told him if we aren't going to have children I didn't want to be with him anymore. How dumb could I be? But I will not regret this. We're getting divorced. I want someone who will actually want to have children with me.
The Next day
I woke up to the noise of my alarm clock. I tried to hit the snooze button but someone already hit it. I looked over to see Nick laying in bed beside me.
"What are you doing in here?!" I almost screamed.
"I live here too and there is no law saying I can't sleep in my own bed" he groaned in frustration and flipped over to his other side so he couldn't see me.
"Well, I told you to sleep on the couch." He didn't move, so I had no other choice. I pushed him off of the bed and laughed as he hit the floor.
He looked up at me angrily. "What was that for!?"
"I told you to move" I smirked as got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower to get ready for the day.
30 Minutes Later...
As I was walking out of the bathroom I glanced over at the bed to see if Nick was still there. He wasn't. That was a shocker. He usaully sleep in until 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I looked around the room. No sign of him. Maybe he left? Hopefully.
I decided to make breakfast for myself so I walked into the kitchen and that is when it hit me, it was a water ballon. I looked down at my new Gucci dress I had just put on. It was ruined! That's when I looked up at Nick he looked like he just won the lottery. Was he happy about ruining my dress? Then another water balloon hit me. What was he doing?!?!
"STOP IT!" I screamed trying to run away from the attack of the water balloons.
"No way!" He laughed as he ran after me throwing more at me and my new dress.
After about 30 seconds I stopped running. I realized that he stopped throwing them. I turned around to see him smirking at me.
"That was for pushing me off of the bed" He smiled a smug smile and walked back into the living room to turn on the television. I wasn't going to take this. I ran into the living room and turned of the tv.
"What the hell?! You knew this dress was new!"
"That is exactly why I did it." He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to move so he can go back to watching the football game.
God, he was an asshole.
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A/N: chapter one,
this is my first story on here :)
