I had this idea a few days ago, and ... tell me if you want me to continue it (:
[Miley's POV]
I woked up, with a light headache, barelly being able to open up my eyes and look around. After forcing myself to do it, I noticed something was wrong. Got up, blinked my eyes several times, trying to make that image fade away. Then I heard someone by my side, while he said something to me.
"Hey Miley!"
"No hey me, mister!" I picked up my cloth from the floor, getting my dress back on me "We did not, did we? Please tell me, we didn't!"
"Had sex?"
"NO, stupid! Plant a tree, in the backyard" I looked on the mirror
"Ok, we didn't" he laughed
"Ew, gross! I can't believe" I turned around, looking at him "Ew, I just can't!"
"Hey, 90% of the girls in school would DIE to be in your shoes"
"Well" I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms "let me tell you, that if I don't remember, it's because it must had been really terrible!"
"Selena never complained!" he said, dressing up a t-shirt.
"What ever, i'm going home!"
But as soon as I got near to the door, I heard footsteps and a female voice on the hallway.
"Nick, Selena's here!"
"It's my mom" he yelled, pulling me inside the closet "Shut the hell up, or i'm dead"
"Wow, you CANNOT get more egocentric than this!" as soon as the plastic queen knocked on the door, he closed the door of his unclean closet, leaving me there, to die.