Another story? Oh yeahhh:)

This is short 'cause its sort of a preview to see if I should continue it

Nicks POV

Someone rustled around in the bedroom and awoke me from my sleep. I looked over at the clock and groaned: 6:23 am. I rolled over to put my arm around Miley but was greeted by the mattress instead. Ah, so that's who's making all that noise. I lifted myself out from under the sheets and swung my legs around so that they were hanging off the side of the bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, but was suddenly startled when something flew into my face.

"Well good morning to you too, darling," I rolled my eyes sarcastically, removing the piece of clothing from my face.

"Put that on,' she hissed at me.

I looked over and laughed at her running around like a chicken with her head cut off. My eyes raked her body that was just clothed in her jeans from the night before. Mhmmm, yummy.

"Where is it? Where is it?" She muttered frantically while holding her shirt and desperately searching through her bedroom for, presumably, her bra.

I chuckled and got off her bed, slipped on my boxers that were thrown at my face, and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "What's the rush? I like you better without a bra." I kissed her neck and gave her stomach a squeeze, and creeped my hands up her chest to take advantage of her lack of clothing. She pushed me off though, and instead, dropped to the floor to search under her bed.

"Hurry up and get dressed right now! And help me find my bra, Nick!" She reached under the bed and scraped her hand around in search for her missing bra.

"Miley," I chuckled, "Calm down. It's 6:30 in the morning. Let's just go back to bed and we'll find your bra at a decent time. How's that sound?" I lifted her off of the ground and pulled her onto the bed with me.

"Let go of me, Nick! This isn't funny! It's serious!" She struggled to squirm out of my grip, but I held onto her tight.

"Now, what can't be funny about this situation?" I softly grabbed her chin and forced her to look at the ceiling fan above her bed. She gasped in horror and shot up, jumping for her bra that was hanging there. I leaned back and placed my hands behind my head, watching as her breasts bounced up and down with each jump. "Go ahead, baby. We can stay like this all day."

She groaned and turned to me, eyes raging with fire. Oh shit, I'm in trouble now. "Nicholas, stop being so fucking God damn immature! Get my fucking bra off the ceiling fan and get your ass dressed right now! We don't have time for your games right now!" She gave me a look that dared me to disobey. I sighed and stood up, grabbed her bra from the fan and handed it to her. She snatched it out of my hand and threw it on, turning around for me to re-clip the back.

"Now, do you want to tell me what this is all about, babe? Or are you just going to keep screaming at me?" I asked and turned her around to face me and look in my eyes. She sighed and looked down before looking back up at me. And I noticed that look. It was a look of panic. A look of desperation. A look of regret.

Fuck. Jake's on his way home. Early.

I have some good news and bad news-

Good news: New story! Bad news: New story to write..hahah.

Good news: It's my birthday today:) Bad news: I'm driving to Canada on my birthday :(

Good news: I can work on stories while I'm in Canada

Bad news: I can't upload for about a week