4th July 2008
What should have been a usual day for Miley Stewart, turned out to be a really… unusual day for her. It was summer and she just finished Sophomore Year at her High School. With 16 years, she knew that her skies were wide open for everything. And she was willing to do everything since she was quite an adventures teenager.
July 4th always has been a very special day for her. Her parents got married on that day which was why they celebrated it bigger than the rest might. This year would be celebrated with practically the whole town because… nobody really knew the reason. It would be a nice get-together. At least that's what everyone planned.
But for Miley Stewart, this get-together would be more than that. It would change everything and instead of her wide open blue and sunny skies would be something that turned out to be a storm. A storm that would be there for almost two years. And it all would happen because she was quite an adventures teenager.
Her mother made her wear something extremely short - for whatever reason, Miley didn't know. It was blue, red and white which only seemed to fit because of the occasion this get-together was even held. The heels were too much for Miley's liking but once again, her mother made her wear them.
What you don't know yet is that Miley's mother Tish is one famous designer. Every girl would dream of having one as your mother or maybe father. But Miley hated that she had to wear various designer clothes just so people knew they were wealthy. Don't get her wrong, she loved her mother and sometimes even the attention but something just didn't feel right when it came to the clothes.
The little party would start at around four so that Miley could do her hair. Thankfully, Tish let her do that part on her own. She didn't plan anything fancy. Just her natural curls and waves flowing down her back comfortably. And her make-up would look natural as well. She wasn't the slutty one like all her friends. She was the considerate and rather shy one.
But none the less, she loved her friends for who they were. It didn't matter that every single one of them had had sex before and would get a new boy every week. They were her friends and the people she could count on when things would turn bad. Not that anything ever turned bad for Miley though. Her life had been perfect so far.
But things change and people do too. Miley knew that but she also knew that over the years, every friend of hers had changed and they remained her friend so she knew they were true friends. Her father had moved out which was the only bad thing that had happened in her sixteen year old life. And soon, another would be added.
You see, Miley was a rather popular girl. In her school, she was in the 'leading group'. Everyone wanted to be like her. She couldn't understand why though. Her life was just as normal as theirs. Her mother was just insanely famous and rich. But along with the admirers came the haters. One of those seemed to be the group of the skaters and bad boys.
That group held exactly one girl and she despised Miley though she was nice to that girl every chance she got. The rest of the group was guys and one hated Miley just as much as the girl. They were siblings so maybe they wanted to gang up on her or something. The thing is though, that nobody would ever want to intentionally hurt Miley in a physical way.
She was a goody-two-shoes - she admitted that a while ago - and everybody seemed to think she was so fragile that even the slightest touch would break her apart. But she was a tough girl - her friends knew that. She would be able to take the pain of a hit if anyone ever wanted to hurt her that way. What she wasn't ready for was the emotional pain.
Nobody was ready for that. The thing with Miley and the bad boy group was that, as much as Miley wanted to like everybody, she couldn't help but hate those two people out of the many more the group held. The girl's name was Penny Grey. She had dark hair that flowed down her back perfectly. She was pretty too.
The guy's name was Nick Grey. He was handsome and had curly hair. One curl would always fall in his eye and he'd brush it away only to have it fall back in his face in an instant. He was tall and buff. And Miley hated both of them. They said mean things to her that weren't true and that hurt her, of course. But what was about to happen on that little get-together would hurt her so much more.
Of course, in a town as small as theirs, everyone was invited and everyone would come. They enjoyed those get-together because then the women could have their usual gossip-exchange in a bigger group which got them more gossip. The guys could talk about sports with all their friends because really everyone was there. And the teenagers would walk off a bit and have their own little party.
After Miley finished with doing her hair and her makeup, she descended the stairs to show her mother the work she had done. Fortunately Tish was happy about the outcome and so they left at exactly four o'clock. Miley was excited to go there for several reasons.
She would get to party with her friends which was always a good thing to say to get her to go to things like that. And her crush would be there. Her crush being none other than Will Johnson. He was a handsome guy and an average one at that. Nobody hated him, nobody adored him like Miley. Well, Miley liked him in a romantic kind of way but that didn't count as 'adore'.
Tish smiled at her daughter as they arrived at the place the party would be held at. Miley smiled back and hugged her mother before she hurried to her girlfriends. Of course they were dressed in the skimpiest clothes they could find. But that didn't really matter to her anyway. They were known for that. Demi - one of her best friends - grinned at her and hugged her.
"Hey Miles, you look bitching!" Miley giggled and hugged her back. She shrugged and turned to the others, hugging each of them too.
"Oh, you know - I just threw it on." They all laughed and started walking to the beach together. Their party would be held there. Random talk started to erupt between the girls until they reached their destination.
"Well, look like we're the first ones here…" Miley looked around until she spotted about ten figures walking up to them. She frowned immediately.
"Oh great…" Taylor - another one of Miley's best friends - patted her back.
"They won't do anything, alright?" Miley faked a smile and nodded. But the second the girls looked away she worriedly watched the figures reach them. She frowned and looked away quickly.
"Hey, did you know that Will was going to bring alcohol?" Miley shook her head and frowned even more. She didn't think of him as that kind of guy. She actually though he was different from the rest of the jerks in her school.
"Really?" The girls nodded and one wanted to say something but was interrupted by another girl's voice. A voice that belong to the only girl that Miley hated.
"Well, well… look what we have here. Bitch #1 with the rest… decided to go slutty on us now?" Miley looked down at herself. Those two were the only people who could make her feel self-conscious and unfortunately they knew that. Demi growled at the girl in front of them.
"You are the bitch here! And Miley isn't slutty!" The skaters broke out laughing and shook their heads amused.
"You wish. She's the sluttiest girl I have ever seen." Now the only boy Miley hated decided to speak up. His voice didn't sound as rude as Penny's but it came as near as it could get. Miley bit her lip and didn't dare look up as she gulped back the tears that threatened to spill over. She was a sensitive girl too, you should know.
"No, she's not! Just because she can't skate nor doesn't wear torn up jeans every day like you do or just because she puts makeup on doesn't make her a slut! Before you go judge you should maybe look the word up in the dictionary!" Miley smiled at Demi though she knew that it wouldn't bother those guys what they said to them.
"Oh please, it's not about skating! She just is a slut, end of." The girls glared at the group - especially Penny - as Miley got up quietly and walked away. Fighting was one of the things she hated most. She couldn't handle it since her parents used to fight in front of her and she couldn't do anything. But don't think Miley never fought. She was a pro at it. She just couldn't handle fights that involved her but where she didn't have a say in it.
"Oh that was a smart comeback, Penny! I mean, what kind of name is that anyway? Penny… you sound like money, just cheaper." Miley heard Penny scoff.
"So? Your name's Demi - that's not really any better, Demetria." Demi huffed and Miley assumed she'd crossed her arms angrily but at that point Miley couldn't hear them fight any more. She was too far away, somewhere at the shore. All she could hear was the waves crashing. And soon enough, someone's voice.
"Of course, go hide your skinny ass here…" Miley jumped and turned around only to meet a pair of chocolate brown eyes. She glared at him and turned back to the sea.
"Of course, go stalk me with your little dick." Nick chuckled and sat down next to her.
"If you weren't such a prude you'd know that my little guy is anything but little." Miley rolled her eyes and glanced at him.
"You don't make any sense, Grey. First you say I'm a prude while just a few minutes before you were saying I was a slut. And then you say your little guy isn't that little…" Nick chuckled.
"Well, I don't think you've ever had sex - you're a prude. And I'm just saying little guy because at the moment he's…" Miley pushed him over, having heard enough of that.
"Shut up. I don't want to know about your little guy. Why are you even here?" Nick shrugged and looked out at the ocean himself.
"I hate when the girls fight, as much as I hate admitting that. Penny thinks she's all that but she doesn't know shit either. She hangs around David too much. He changed her and that sucks. So I guess it was pure coincidence that I ended up here." Miley rolled her eyes and looked at him.
"This sounds like a bad excuse, buddy. Admit it, you just wanted to see me alone so you could show me your 'little guy', right?" Nick laughed and shook his head.
"I actually didn't want that. I really just wanted to think." Only then did Miley realize that this was their first conversation without yelling.
"With what? The stick with the note saying 'brain replacement'?" Nick glared at her.
"At least I have a replacement. All that you have is air in there - air and bleach." Miley glared back at him and so their normal conversations about nothing in particular was over.
"I don't bleach my hair! I don't even have blonde hair, you dickhead!" Nick got up and stood in front of her - towering over her.
"Well, the only stick on my body is the one down there so you better shut up too!" Miley got up and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.
"You are so full of yourself, Grey! The only thing you can think about is sex! And by the way, I wouldn't call that pickle of yours a stick!" Nick scoffed and walked up to her, his face now in hers.
"You can't even judge what I have in my pants! Like I said, you are a prude. You couldn't tell if it was a dick if it hit you in the face!" Miley glared at him and pushed her nose against his.
"Well, you don't know how to treat girls right. You are an asshole and you know that nobody really loves you." Nick didn't move a muscle as he answered her.
"Well, I know a hell lot of people who hate you. You're just a fat bitch that nobody loves. I have some people that love me but everyone hates you." Miley was now so fired up, her face turned red.
"I hate you, Grey." He stared at her face all red and that. Quietly admitting to himself that she looked cute he answered her once again.
"Right back at you, Stewart." And with that he started something that would hurt Miley along the way. He leaned forward and just kissed her. Totally caught up in the moment, Miley kissed him back angrily, not even realizing what she was doing. He pulled her closer forcefully and put one hand on the back of her head while the other rested on the small of her back.
Miley's fingers tangled themselves in Nick's hair and pulled on it angrily. If she was completely honest, Nick was her first kiss - this was her first kiss. An angry fist kiss… But Miley didn't care. Nick slowly put her down on the sand, behind the rock they were sitting on. His hands started roaming her body aggressively.
Miley let out a quiet moan as one of his hands landed on her breast. He smirked and kissed her neck, leaving a hickey there. Miley slipped one hand under his shirt and let her hands feel his abs. He groaned a little and kissed her again. Soon enough her shirt was off, followed by his. They looked at each other hungrily. Nick kissed her again as his hands made their way down towards her pants.
He threw the shorts off her and pulled his pants off himself. Miley put her hands on his now very erected member and smirked at him. He growled at her.
"Bitch." She smirked back at him as she put a little pressure on him.
"Asshole." And with that, their underwear was off and soon enough, Nick thrust into Miley. She moaned loudly but Nick put his mouth on hers, keeping her moan quiet. She kissed him back and rocked her hips with his, creating a steady rhythm.
This is how it all started. They hated each other but yet they had sex. And with this one event - the 4th of July - they made a pact. They would continuously have sex with each other. But neither would say anything and it would only be sex, nothing more. Unfortunately, one of them couldn't keep their promise - one fell hard for the other. Just guess who it was.
Hey :) This is just the first part of... a few others, I'm not sure yet and I'll be posting the rest during the day :) The plot is pretty complex or whatever you want to call it. Basically it's like this: Boy and Girl hate each other. They have hate sex. One of them falls for the other. You'll see where it'll go from here from there - today, that's a promise :) Thanks for reading and I would be moore than happy if you left a review :)
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