a/n: Hey guys! Well, this is something I just HAD to write. I was thinking up ideas for future 'fillers' for See You In The Dark, but somehow this filler idea expanded into an entire new stroy. Basically, I am in love with it. Like, really. I wrote like 3/4 of this chapter in a straight away, and the rest took me a little longer, haha. I know there's a bunch of spelling mistakes, but my new computer won't let me go on Word until I install it, & quite frankly, I can't be bothered to install it yet :P But yeah. I really love this story, and it would mean a lot of you reviewed and told me if you want to continue. I have lots of ideas, but it's going to be like a 'make it up as I go along' type of story, but I like taking risks with my writing, so I can't wait to see where this story goes! :] See You In the Dark will be updated sometime next week, I Hope. For now, review this & make my week! :]
Her name was Miley. She was so, so beautiful; long, perfect light brown hair with soft caramel highlights, the body which any girl would kill to have, and the most amazing blue eyes you could ever imagine. You would've never of guessed that behind her beautiful mask, was a troubled young woman.
Her problems started when her mother died, exactly seven years ago. Her father became an alchoholic, her uncle was murdered, her aunty commited suicide...Her family, basically, died out. All the things her beautiful blue eyes had witnessed...Her life was pretty tragic.
It was a Saturday night, and Miley was in a rowdy club. She stumbled out of the club's ladies bathroom after applying some more make- up. Naturally, she'd went totally over the top: her eyes were dark, and smoky; she wore deep red lipstick, which she has appiled over and over again after kissing a countless number of boys.
Miley stumbled over to the bar, and ordered herself a strong cocktail; she'd only ordered 'The Nighthawk' because it looked pretty. As she sat at the bar, waiting for drink, she could've swore that the young man sitting next to her was glancing at her. Miley laughed mentally, Every guy in this club is looking at me. But, this guy was looking at her...differently. It looked like he was dissiproving of her behaviour of something. Who the fuck did he think he was?
Miley ignored his glances, however, and smiled wide as her cocktail -- complete with a little pink umbrella stuck on the side -- was brought over to her. She grabbed it from the waiter and gasped as it was grabbed out of her hands.
"I think you've had enough," that staring guy said to Miley as he passed the cocktail back to the waiter.
"...What the fuck did you just do?!" Miley growled, staring helplessly after her colourful cocktail.
"I just saved you from becoming completely and utterly wasted," he replied tactfully.
Miley narrowed her eyes at him, "Smart ass."
"You should be thanking me," he told her.
"Why would I thank you?! You just took away my cocktail." Miley scoffed.
He chuckled, "Yes I suppose that was a pretty nasty move."
Miley stared at his amused smile. Who the hell was this guy? "Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" he asked, turning his head and staring right into her eyes.
"Take my drink away from me, obviously." Miley said with attitude.
"I did it because you're one drink away from being wasted. Which could lead you to being taken advantange by one of these many admirers you have." he nodded his head towards the group of young men on the dance floor staring at Miley.
"You're weird," Miley noted, raising her eyebrows at the handsome young man before her. Most of the boys in this club would take advantage of Miley quicker than a snap of their fingers, but this guy...this guys was different.
"So I've been told," he shrugged.
"What's your name?" Miley asked curiously. Her anger for him was slowly dying down.
"Nick," he said, "You?"
"Miley," she said without hesitation.
Nick nodded. "Hmm."
Miley bit her lip. She looked him up and down. This was the first time she'd really taken in his apperance. And boy, he wasn't half bad.
Miley smiled to herself. Looks like she'll be staying with Nick for the night.
"Hey," Miley whispered leaning over so her mouth hovered over Nick's ear, "Do you wanna go somewhere a little more...private?"
Nick knew perfectly well Miley was drunk. As much as he'd like to accept her offer, he knew he couldn't.
"Okay then," he said sharply.
"Your place," Miley said way too quickly. Miley didn't have a place of her own, or at least she didn't think she did.
Nick nodded slowly and got up from the bar. "Come on," he prompted. Miley followed him through the large, dancing crowds.
A young man grabbed Miley by the waist and began dancing with her suddenly. Miley didn't object, in fact she encourged him, grinding against this random stranger's leg. Nick turned around when he realized Miley was no longer following him. He sighed heavily as he realized what she was doing. Then suddenly, a random female came to Nick and attatched them both by the mouth. Nick was in shock at first, but after a few seconds he managed to push her off.
She stared at his bewildered face, shrugged, and walked away dancing. Nick thought she was a idiot, but realized she was nothing to compared to a grinding Miley. She had a large group of young men around her, admiring her dancing. She suddenly lay down on the floor and giggled. Nick knew he had to step in.
Nick pushed his way through the crowd of young men and pulled Miley up from the floor. She pouted playfully, "I was enjoying--"
"Just come with me," Nick said sternly. He could see the eyes of the men around him burn into him. He hated being the center of attention, so he dragged Miley out of the club before anything else could happen.
Nick grabbed hold of Miley's arm, "We're getting a cab." he told her softly, but still trying to get her to understand.
"Okay?" Miley shrugged, "Just as long as we get in somewhere..." She trailed her finger down his chest.
Nick rolled his eyes and pushed her away.
A cab soon came and Nick dragged Miley inside of it. He gave the driver directions to his house.
Miley tapped his shoulder. Nick turned around, "What?"
"You know, by now I'd normally be making out with a guy." Miley said.
"Yes well...I do things differently..." Nick lied tactfully; he had a plan (kinda) figured out.
"Saving it for the bedroom?" Miley giggled.
Nick looked at her, his eyes were wide, "How many guys do you sleep with?!" he asked her.
"As many as it takes," Miley told him.
"Takes to what?" Nick questioned.
"To keep a roof over my head." Miley replied.
"What? Why don't you just- "
Miley stopped him, "Enough talking," he told him. She hated talking about her life, it was her least favourite subject.
"Oh, okay," Nick nodded.
Miley blew onto her face, "Dang it's hot it here!" she gasped, as she took of her high heels.
Nick sat awkwardly next to her. He had no idea what to do when a drunk woman was undressing herself next to him in a back of a cab.
"Is it this left?" the driver asked. Nick could see the driver getting sneaky glances of Miley from the mirror.
"Yes," Nick nodded.
Nick turned to Miley, who was looking down at her breasts, "I swear, they're getting smaller." She said randomly.
"Miley!" Nick gasped, "How could you be so...?"
"Here," the driver said.
Nick threw the driver a twenty and dragged Miley outside with him.
"Aw, crap!" Miley muttered, "I left my shoes in the cab."
Nick looked her up and down, "You'll be fine. My apartment is only down- "
Miley jumped on his back, "Carry me." she ordered.
Nick was surprised, but sighed and carried her on his back anyway.
When they got to Nick's apartment building, he carried her into elevator, put her down, and typed in the code.
The elevator pulled them up to Nick's apartment. Miley stepped in first, then gasped as she looked around.
"You really live here?" he asked in shock.
"Yes," Nick nodded.
"So..." Miley grinned, "Are you gunna get to work?"
"No, actually, we're not," Nick said, "Obviously, you're wasted."
"Wow, you're smart."
Nick bit his tongue, "So of course having sex with you would be a big mistake."
"It would?" Miley asked, cocking her head to the side, "Am I...ugly?"
"No, no, no!" Nick said quickly, "You're...beautiful. It's just that I don't want to have sex with a stranger."
Miley continued to look around Nick's apartment. Nick ran his hand through his hair; he'd suddenly doubted trying to help her. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to get any information out of her when she was this drunk. He looked up, and Miley wasn't there.
"Miley?" he called out.
He suddenly heard the splash of his shower. He ran into his large bathroom to see Miley in the shower, fully clothed.
"What are you doing?!" He asked her.
"Testing your shower out," Miley giggled.
Nick couldn't help but laugh. She looked so stupid in his shower, with her long brown hair sticking to her, and her little black dress.
Miley stepped out and turned the shower off; she was soaking wet. She shook herself around, waving her wet hair everywhere. The water splashed all over Nick. He sighed and laughed.
"Ah! My make- up!" Miley gasped.
Her make- up was running down her face, but it didn't make her look ugly, just odd.
She grabbed a near- by towel and rubbed her face, clearing it of make- up. Even without her make- up, she still looked beautiful.
Miley walked out of the bathroom and continued to explore. She walked into the living room, and turned on the giant TV. Miley turned on a music channel, and put the volume on full blast. Nick had to grab the remote from her and turn it down.
"You need to keep it down!" Nick told her, "I have neighbours, you know."
Miley looked up at him and searched his face with her eyes, "You're really boring."
Nick didn't know how to reply to that. He couldn't think of anything. What was he supposed to say? He knew he wasn't the life of the party or anything, but was he really boring?
"Uh, anyone in there?" Miley asked Nick, waving her hand in front of his face.
Nick shook his head, discarding all of his negative thoughts, "Where do you live?" he asked her.
Miley ignored his question and wandered into the bedroom. Nick slowly followed her, and asked her again.
Miley lay down on Nick's giant bed, ignoring his question once again.
"Miley, why won't you tell me where you live? I need to know, so I can get you home." Nick explained.
"It's none of your buisness where I live!" Miley snapped, sitting up and staring Nick down.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me, how are you going to get home?" Nick asked her.
"I..." Miley sniffed, "I don't..." she sniffed again, "I don't have a home, okay?!"
Nick's mouth hung slightly open, but she pressed his jaw up when he realized how uncomfortable Miley looked.
"What do you mean?" He asked softly, gently sliding himself next to her.
Nick's whole plan on getting Miley home revolved around finding out where Miley lived, but now his plan was totally down the drain.
"I don't have a home." Miley mumbled, playing with her fingers, "I just sleep with guys a lot, and they...they let me stay at their house for a while. Like, a night or two. Then, I...I steal some money from them, leave, and buy clothes for my next night out, and then the...the 'cycle' continues."
Nick took all the information in, he know her honestly was because of her being drunk, it was clear she wouldn't tell this to anyone if she was sober.
"How can anyone live like that?" Nick asked in shock.
"Well, I've been doing it for the past year. Trust me, it isn't the best life." Miley answered his question with attitude.
"Why? Why don't you have a home...if you don't mind me asking?" Nick added quickly; even though he was curious and in a very awkward position, he still managed to be a gentleman.
Miley sniffed loudly, "My dad kicked me out," she replied honestly.
"Why?" Nick asked.
"He's an alchoholic," Miley whispered, quickly whiping a stray tear off her soft cheek.
"I'm sorry..." Nick tried to comfort her, but she carried on.
"My mom died seven years ago. Even since then my dad just relied on drinking to make everything better," Miley continued, even though every word was making her feel sick to the stomach, "About a year ago, he caught me smuggling some of his beer out of the house..." Miley hung her head, "He kicked me out."
Nick bit his lower lip. "I...I, um, I'm really sorry about that."
"I went to go and live with my aunt and uncle...But my uncle was killed by some guy, and my aunt commited suicide soon after he died because she loved him so much. They were really holy, you know? They believed in God and Jesus and Heaven and everything. Before they died they were always telling me to believe that Jesus was looking down on me, and if life got too hard, he'd send me a guaridan angel."
Nick's heart hung onto Miley's every word; how could someone go through that?
"How old are you, Miley?" he asked her.
"I'm twenty one," she replied, "How old are you?"
"Twenty three," Nick replied.
"You're such an old man," Miley giggled.
Nick smiled; seeing Miley smile after her very emotional speech made him slightly happy, too.
"Yes, I'm very old indeed."
Miley opened her mouth and yawned loudly, "I am so tired," she sighed, "It's been a long day today."
"I'm sure it has been," Nick smiled. "Hey, how about you sleep in this room tonight? I'll go in the guestroom."
Miley looked at Nick, "Are you sure? I mean, I could just...sleep on the floor?"
Nick laughed, "Why would I make you do that?"
Miley shrugged, "I don't know."
Nick found Miley one of his old shirts, "Here, wear this tonight instead of that dress."
Miley began to wriggle out of her little, damp black dress. Nick closed his eyes. Miley grabbed the t- shirt from his hands and slid it on.
"Can I look now?" Nick asked after a few moments of silence.
"Um, yeah." Miley yawned.
Nick opened his eyes, and saw Miley who had already snuggled into the covers. He smiled softly. He had no idea what to do with her now. But God, she was a vision. Nick found it hard to believe he'd even stumbled across someone this beautiful. And even better, he'd gotten the chance to help her.
Nick slowly creeped out of the bedroom, and switched the light off. He heard Miley's steady breathing and when he was sure she was asleep, he walked into the quest room.
He undressed himself and threw on some pyjamas. After that, he walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. His mind was a mess. What was he going to do with Miley? She had no home. She had no family. And she certainly didn't have enough money to buy herself somewhere to stay.
Nick climbed into the bed, trying to let his thoughts drift away. But, for someone like Nick, letting something so serious glide out of your mind was impossible. He twisted and turned all night; he knew he'd done the right thing helping Miley, but the question was, how was he going to help her?
Another thing that bothered him was Miley's wild behaviour. He'd only studied her for an hour last night, but it was obvious she was going to be a handful. Nick sighed and buried himself deeper into the covers. He refused to lose sleep over this.
If only he knew what was coming...