New story. It can be the sequel to Welcome to the Storm if you want, or it can just be a brand new story. Either way works :] Hope you like it (:
Chapter One.
Miley.
Almost there, Babe (; -Nick Jonas
I smiled, reading over the text again. He's almost here. A few minutes longer and I'd see him again. I tapped my fingers on my bed as I laid there, waiting for him to arrive. It had been almost four days since I'd last seen him but it felt like forever. I knew it wasn't his fault, though. We already made a lot of excuses to everyone else when we saw each other and if we did it any more often people would definitely find out.
"You seem anxious," a voice said from my door. I snapped over, smiling and getting up to hug him. "Waiting for someone?"
"My boyfriend," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "See, I haven't seen him in four days and I think he must be the slowest person ever. It's taking him forever to get here."
He grinned, pulling me into a kiss. God, four days was way too long without one of those. "Well," he said as we pulled away. "I hope he doesn't take too long because I might steal you from him. Your boy should be keeping an eye on you 24/7. You're a good kisser, Miley Ray."
"You're alright too," I walked back to my bed, kneeling on it.
"So, what's your boyfriends name?" Nick asked, his ignorant face appearing on as it did whenever he thought he'd like an answer.
"Liam."
I watched as Nick's expression fell. "Not funny."
"I think I'm hilarious," I patted the spot next to me, luring him over.
He sat next to me, pulling me into another hug. "I would argue, but then you wouldn't hug me back."
"And wouldn't that be terrible?" I smirked, wrapping my arms around him as tight as I could.
"Yes. Especially after I haven't seen you in four days," Nick sighed, shaking his head at me. "You just had to be famous and have a busy schedule."
"Says the boy who's about to go to – how many interviews did you say you have this week? Seven?"
He smirked. "Actually eight. Ryan wanted one."
"Tell him I say Hi!"
"Yeah, because he won't suspect anything then," Nick rolled his eyes. "He's been waiting for us to get back together since 2007. He'd realize something was up."
"Oh, I'm sure he already suspects something. He always does. In his mind I'm pretty sure we never broke up. He's been convinced we would end up back together."
"I don't blame him. I mean, he just knows that any guy would be completely stupid to let you go," he shrugged, moving up to the head of the bed and dragging me with him. Once I was comfortable he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his chest.
"That was really cheesy," I told him softly, leaning further into him.
He chuckled a little. "But you liked it."
"Yeah," I murmured softly. "I'm surprised we've managed to keep it from everyone this long. A secret relationship from two teenagers in Hollywood for six months... Nothing is impossible, huh?"
"When it comes to us, nothing," Nick confirmed while he squeezed me affectionately. "I think it's because were happy with our relationship. It's easy to be with you without anyone interfering, you know? We're a good team when it's only me and you."
"We're always a good team," I corrected. "The world just likes to test our teamwork once they find us, and, well... We don't like tests."
"No. We don't."
"Can you hand me my phone?" I pointed to it, a little ways away from him. He reached over, unlocking it with my password that I had mistakenly told him.
"You have a text from Demi," he announced.
"Then can I maybe have the phone?"
He shook his head, smiling. "I'll read it." He clicked open. "Hey, me and Sel are comin'. Be there-shit." He hopped off the bed.
I snatched the phone, quickly reading over it. And of course I hadn't heard my phone vibrate five minutes ago when they actually sent the text. They'd be here any minute. "You can't go out that door, they always come in through it!"
"Well, I can't go downstairs! Your family is down there."
I looked around pushing him to one side of the room. "Get in my closet."
"Then give me your laptop."
"What? No."
"Last time I was forced in there I was in there for an hour. Considering this is Demi, I could be in there all night."
"Fine," I gave in as we both heard a car door slam, shoving both him and the computer in the closet.
I heard him laugh a little as I ran to my bed, grabbing a magazine and casually flipping through it. It took three seconds until they ran through the door, both smiling like crazy.
"Miley!" Selena ran over. "Your best-friends are here!"
I resisted rolling my eyes. I wanted my best-friends to leave. Best-friend number one was in the closet thanks to them.
"Oh, good! All I wanted was to see you two!" I said sarcastically.
Demi nudged me, grabbing the magazine away. "We. Love. You. Too."
"So, why are you two here?"
"You say it like you we interrupted you from your life," Demi held up the magazine again, setting it down.
They had no idea, I thought.
Selena giggled, holding up a stack of papers. "New boys coming into Disney. Got the list today."
"We were hoping they're hot. Thought we'd invite you to drool over them with us,"
"New boys? Now you're talking," I laughed, going to grab my old laptop from a shelf in my room. They didn't even notice the difference as they quickly went onto IMDB and began searching.
I felt my cell phone vibrate again as I picked it up, opening the new message.
Better not look to hard princess -Nick
Rolling my eyes, I hunched over, looking with the girls.
"I call dibs!" Selena automatically yelled at the first one. I laughed, shaking my head. He wasn't that good looking, anyways. Nick was much better.
"Matt Herringson," Demi mumbled as she pulled up his page. "Eh, he's your type, Miles. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Shirtless."
"Let me see!" I instantly grabbed the laptop, scanning him over quickly before handing the computer back to Demi. "I've seen better."
I opened the newest message from Nick.
Tall dark and handsome? Ew. You two would make a terrible couple. -Nick
Once again, after an eye roll I put my phone back in my pocket. I got five more obnoxious texts until finally I couldn't help it, making a lame excuse to leave.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go put on something a little comfier," I slowly got up, making sure they weren't on to our secret before walking away from Demi and Selena, moving towards my closet, trying not to run there.
"Nicholas," I hissed once I entered, looking around for him.
"Yeah?" he asked casually, browsing through the internet. He didn't even glance at me. Some boyfriend I picked.
I walked over, him looking at me for a good thirty seconds before standing up. I tried to hold back a smile and look intimidating. He walked closer, though, making it almost impossible to keep breathing straight. God, why did he have this kind of effect on me?
"You-" I took breath. "You need to stop."
"What am I doing?" He feigned innocence as I felt my jaw drop. I think I just fell right into his plan to get me in here with him. "Oh," he emphasized, "the text messages!"
"Yes, Nicholas, the text messages that are going to blow our cover."
"I'm sorry," he took a step closer. "I didn't mean to upset you."
He gave me a hug as I rolled my eyes unbelievably. He should be a scam artist. He knows how to get people right where he wants them a little too well. He pulled away, leaning in for a kiss.
"Nope," I shook my head, making sure his lips didn't touch mine before pulling away and grabbing a t-shirt, throwing it over what I had on. I turned back to wink at him, laughing at his bewildered expression. "See you later, Superstar."
I shut the door as I walked out, sitting back down to stare at upcoming stars with the other two.
"He's okay." "Not that cute." "I've seen better." "Meh."
I could tell Demi and Selena were getting annoyed with me, but I couldn't help it. They were all okay looking but they were no Nick. They weren't completely perfect like he was. They didn't have that small glare in his eyes in every single picture they took. They especially didn't have the untamed bird's nest for hair that I always thought made him look adorable.
"Miley, are you sure you're over a certain guy?" Demi finally asked as I winced. This is what I got for not kissing Nick? An interrogation from my best-friend asking if I was over him. It'd been a year since we'd been on good terms to the real world.
"I don't like anyone, Demi. We've gone over this a thousand times."
"But, I mean, you still expect us to believe that you haven't liked anyone for a year and a half?" Selena added on. "I think you're still hung up over you-know-who."
I shook my head, giving them both a look to drop it. "Who?"
"Brown eyes. About this tall. Curly hair. Joe's brother," Demi listed off. "You remember him now?"
"Nick? Nah."
Selena crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. "So, who do you find better looking than any of these guys?"
"I don't know! Just people, I guess."
"It's okay to still like him, Miley," Demi said softly. I rolled my eyes. Did they know when to leave a topic alone? I knew damn well it was okay to still like him, I just didn't want Demi to know. Or Selena. Especially Selena.
"I know. I just don't like him. I don't want a relationship, you know? I'm done with the drama."
"Is that why you're wearing his shirt?" Demi raised her eyebrows as I blushed. He couldn't have warned me about that before I walked out of the closet? Damn it.
"I'm wearing his shirt because I was in a rush to get back to you and didn't even look before I walked out. So sorry," I rolled my eyes as Demi stood her ground, crossing her arms. If she didn't like me she would be the biggest bitch alive. She'd make my life hell. Thank God I became her best-friend.
I felt my phone vibrate again, completely ignoring it. Instead I focused my attention on meeting Demi, the more stubborn of the two, in the eye. I wasn't in the mood to read one of Nick's obnoxious messages right now.
Once she gave up, I sighed, having nothing better to do than open the text and read his next witty comment that he probably found so funny while I found it the most annoying thing ever. Can't he tell when I'm just not in the mood and he should stop?
Snapping my head down, I looked at the phone irritated until I read the actual message, a smile instantly appearing across my face that I just couldn't fight off. He could turn a whole situation around with three little words.
I love you :) -Nick
Nick.
I sighed, getting out of the limo and walking on to the red carpet. It's been almost a week since I last saw Miley and when I saw her tonight I had to act subtle and pretend we were still in that awkward stage we'd been in for the past year and a half. Fuck my life.
Then, even if I did want to take a risk tonight her best-friend was standing right next to me the entire way down the carpet and sitting right next to me through the entire show. Demi would catch on to anything.
Joe led us all through the interviews, taking leadership, as always. This being the first public thing all three of us had been to in awhile, the cameras went insane. They took flashes to an all new level, the screams sounding louder than before. I forgot how awesome it felt to be up here.
Then, suddenly the screams increased and all the cameras were aimed elsewhere. Almost as if we didn't exist. Talk about a nice ten minutes of fame. I put on a small grin, though, knowing only one person could turn every single camera – every single person – to them just by walking in.
Looks like Miley's here.
I turned around, my thoughts being confirmed as she stood there, posing a little bit before walking. Damn. My breath literally caught in my throat for the first time in forever. She. Looked. Hot. The dress she wore clung to each and every curve, stopping at her upper thighs. Not to mention it was strapless and her hair was up, leaving me no choice but to gaze at what was revealed.
No one else noticed it, but I swear, once she saw me looking her smile increased, becoming ten times the size. I could picture her browsing through the dresses, trying to decide which one I would absolutely hate for thousands of people to see her in the most. And she definitely picked a winner. She looked way too good for anyone to be allowed to even glance at her.
"Let's go inside," I shook my head turning around. "I'm really hot."
The truth was, if I looked at her for another second, I think I might have gotten a boner. She was that hot tonight.
They both nodded, having no idea why I really wanted to go inside. They followed me as I found our seats, Demi sitting directly next to Joe, both of them taking no time to wrap their arms around each other. I had no idea how they didn't have more cameras stuck in their faces. Their affection wasn't hidden at all and it made me sick to my stomach meaning ninety-five percent of the girl population would find it adorable. Couldn't someone make money off of that?
I kept casually looking around, waiting for Miley to walk through the doors. She was supposed to be sitting directly in back of me the entire show, and I had a feeling she had some serious stunts planned for me tonight. Seeing that dress let me know I should be ready for anything.
Once I did actually see her walk in I automatically looked down, pretending to be busy with my phone. I could almost feel her getting closer, my heart beating faster, then, just when I thought it couldn't get any faster, I felt fingers slowly brush across the skin on my neck. I felt the goosebumps start as she giggled a little bit, quite triumphant at the effect she had on me.
"Demi!" I heard her squeal. I bit my lip, completely restraining from snapping my head back to wink at her.
"Miley! I haven't seen you in forever!"
I heard Miley laugh, that fine smirk once again in her voice. "I know, it's been, what? Two days since you helped me pick out this dress."
My ears perked at this. I should have known Demi was out to get me.
"Hey, boys," she said a little quieter. All three of us turned to her as Joe and Kevin got up to hug her, leaving me no choice but to be polite and do the same. Right now, though, I definitely didn't want to hug her. She was torturing me on purpose. I could tell.
"Like the dress?" I heard her whisper huskily in my ear.
I scowled at her confidence. "I hate it, actually."
She quietly moaned in my ear as I froze completely. Was she really trying to seduce me here?
"I was hoping you would."
We pulled away, me going to sit down as if everything was casual.
"Miley, if you want to sit with the boys I can go sit with your mom," my dad offered.
He wasn't doing this. No, no, no, no, no. Please.
Her gaze lingered on me, obviously waiting for me to turn. I wouldn't do it. I would not give her the satisfaction of looking. Finally, she spoke again. "Are you sure, Mr. Jonas? I mean, if you don't mind..."
"Not at all. Besides, I love your mom, you know that," he got up, beginning to move over by Tish.
"Nick, scoot down one. Miley's sitting by me," Demi grinned, pulling her wrist over. I watched Miley, the smug look on her face being all I needed to see to know everything was going according to her plan. She was sat right next to me, now. An even better place to torture me all night.
She plopped down, giving me a small grin. "Hey."
"Hi," I forced a smile as she giggled.
"Uh, how've you been?"
"Fine. You?"
"I've been good," she turned back to Demi starting a conversation with her instead of me. However, I noticed how she tilted her head, showing off her clearly defined jaw, neck, and shoulders. Out of all the things I could've said Miley was, I never would have imagined her to be this amazing of a tease before now.
I felt her hand slowly run up my thigh as my eyes widened. She wasn't doing this – she wouldn't do this. I gulped, glancing down at it before I shifted, readjusting so I was out of her reach. She looked straight ahead before looking down to her phone and licking her lips as slow as she possibly could.
"I'm gonna go get a drink."
"You want me to come?" Demi offered.
My girlfriend wrinkled her eyebrows, shaking her head. "Nah. I'll be fine. Might go scan the crowd, see who else is here."
She began to walk off without another word.
I began to count to a hundred. I couldn't look too suspicious, going right after she left. "I'm going to the bathroom."
They all nodded, none of them offering to come with me. I shook my head. Everyone was so overprotective of Miley. She could handle walking around by herself, she wouldn't get mugged. If anything she'd find someone to talk to.
I instantly went to the drink line. Almost no one was out here anymore, everybody busy socializing inside. She went up to order, grabbing her downsized bag and getting ready to pay when I stepped up, grabbing a five out of my wallet.
"Here," I handed it to the guy. "Keep the change."
Miley looked up, surprised until she saw it was me. Then that stupid, annoying, know-it-all smirk came back on her face. "Thanks," she said. Just like that, too. With emphasis letting me know she was winning whatever game we were playing this time. Hell, I knew she was winning this. My heartbeat was ridiculous right now.
I nodded, grabbing the water and her arm, dragging her over to an abandoned stairwell.
"Nick, what are you doing?" she hissed, quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching us.
"What are you doing?"
And the look of panic that had been on her face for a split second disappeared as that smirk came back. Then, she had the nerve to actually fake innocence. "Why? Is it bothering you?"
I couldn't help it. I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in until her lips met mine. We kissed for three seconds, if even that, until Miley came to her senses, pulling away.
"Are you insane? What if someone sees us?"
"Sorry," I shrugged.
"No you aren't."
I laughed, walking out and back to the doors. "Not at all."
"You better not try to pull anything-"
I shook my head, giving her a subtle wink. "That's your job. But go ahead, keep pulling your stunts," I challenged as she rose an eyebrow. "I'll control myself fine."
"You don't know what you got yourself into," she warned, coming closer so her breath was on my neck. God, that was a stupid thing to say. I can't control myself around her – I just made out with her, for crying out loud!
"Oh, I do. I just don't think you can seduce me. You don't have that effect on me," I smiled as she got that gleam in her eyes she always had. "By the way," I glanced back, meeting her eyes. She was trying so hard to figure out what I was going to do next. To prepare a witty comeback. "You look beautiful."
I watched her face fill with surprise, but I didn't wait too long as I turned around, letting her try to figure out what just happened. She should know by now that she wasn't gonna figure me out.
"Hey, have you seen Miley?" Demi asked me as I slid back into my seat.
"Oh, uh, yeah. She was at the front of the line as I walked in."
She nodded just as Miley appeared again, sliding into the seat between us. She glared at me threateningly, pulling out her phone and typing a quick message so Demi wouldn't notice. When my phone vibrated, and I took the risk of looking up at her. She sat there poised as could be, shoulders back, legs crossed, paying attention. I gulped, getting slightly anxious of what was next on her agenda but sighing, just waiting for her next move.
Get ready for a long night, hotshot ;) -Miley
Yes. i am aware this is all fluff. haha. so, to clear things up, Miley & Nick are dating, & have been dating for six months. except no one really knows that. everyone thinks they're single.
tell me what you think? :)
