I got a massage the other day and this came to me after it hahaha. I would have posted something sooner, but I went away for a school trip on Wednesday and just got back, so I'm just getting a chance to write.

Nick & Selena are famous

Miley is 19

Nick is 22

Selena is 22

Nick's POV (this is probably all going to be in his point of view)

"I can't believe you're making me go to a spa," I voiced my opinion to my girlfriend for about the millionth time today. Can she not take the hint that I, oh I don't know… DON'T WANNA GO TO A SPA! I swear if I had never seen her face and only heard her talking, I would think she's a blonde. But hey, she's famous, I'm famous. She gets what I'm going through and gets just as frustrated as me by the paparazzi that follow us; that's a rare trait in the girls that I have dated.

She groaned in frustration for the millionth time as well, "Niiickkyy, your mom told me how stressed you've been lately. I know you think it's stupid and girly, but it will help. I promise."

I scoffed, but decided to drop the issue for now. After three months of being with Selena, I have learned a few things about her. One, she likes to talk. Two, its better not to argue with her because she always gets her way. And three, even when I do try and talk, she most likely isn't listening. So basically, our conversations consist of her talking and me nodding my head in boredom.

She pulled up to the spa place thingy, and I groaned once again as I read the name of the place. "Ladies Treatment? Oh no, no, no, no, NO! I'm not going in there. You can't make me." She rolled her eyes and opened up my door, proceeding to pull me into the spa. Okay, maybe she can make me.

"Oh suck it up. You'll be thanking me later for this." Ha. Yeah right. She walked over to the front desk and started talking to the lady while I cautiously eyed the room. Gay, gay, and gay. I can't believe that I'm here right now. I snapped my head back and fake smiled at Selena when I felt her nudge my side, indicating that the lady at the front desk wanted to talk to me.

"While Selena is doing the all day spa, you will be heading to that room over there where you can treat yourself to anything in there after the massage is finished. The room is completely private and sound proof, so you won't be bothered by the other guests, and they won't be bothered by you," I followed her finger with my eyes to the door she was pointing at and inwardly groaned. Wait…what! Selena isn't staying with me. No, no, no. I'm gonna get some male masseuse that's gonna rape me and no one will be able to hear my screams and save me. Hell no. I opened my mouth to protest, until the front desk lady interrupted me. "You can follow Cynthia, Miss Tyler. She will be your personal spa employee today," she motioned with her hands to whom I assume must be Cynthia. (Cynthia she's a really cool dancer, Cynthia boogie to the groove now. Hahaha anyone else remember that:D) Well, at least its not a good looking guy that I have to compete with. Not that I have any competition, psh. I'm Nick Pitt for crying out loud.

I was just about to protest her leaving me, until I saw her eyes gleaming, and caved. "Have fun today, Sel," I sighed and gave her a peck on the lips. She squealed and ran off with Cynthia. Oh boy. A day in here. Alone. I'm gonna get raped by a guy. Fuck.

"You may enter that door now, Mr. Pitt. You're masseuse should be in there waiting for you. I hope you enjoy your day here," she shot me a smile that I'm sure she's forced to give to everyone.

"Thanks," I muttered. I turned around and walked towards the door, placing my hand on the knob. Here's to hell, just please don't be a man. I opened the door with a held breath, and released it when I saw the back of a woman's head preparing the supplies. Oh thank God….oh shit! Shit, shit, FUCK! She just turned around, and- now I'm not entirely sure here- but she has to be the ugliest woman I've ever seen. She's probably around 60, with a huge nose and a mole under her left eye with a hair sticking out of it. Her gray hair's greasy and uncombed, and she has a lazy right eye. Her teeth were yellow and spewed out in all different directions. Her hands were bigger than mine, and I'm not entirely sure what's covering them, but they look to be like warts. What the fuck. This would happen to me. I hate you mom. I hate you Selena.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Pitt. You're a fine young whipper snapper," she croaked out. Did she just wink at me? I think I'm gonna puke. "Take this robe, go into that room, and remove all of your articles of clothing. Come back out and lay face up on this here table," She handed me the robe, pointed to the door, and then tapped the massage table with just a single sheet lying across it. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I looked down at my clothes, then the robe, then to her smiling face. Fuck. My. Life. I turned around, groaned, and headed for the room to get changed in. The whole time I was shedding my clothes, I was imagining what she would do to me….I think I just lost my sex drive for the rest of my life. Oh god, someone please save me.

I stepped out of the changing room and pulled my robe a little bit tighter, my eyes searching for the barbarian. Thankfully, she wasn't in the room. I'll have a little peace within myself until her gruesome hands have to touch my body. Npoaejv;loeif I just shuttered thinking about it. I climbed up onto the massage table face up and pulled the sheet over me as I lay back. This robe is not coming off. The sound of a waterfall was now playing in the background (Ulga must have turned it on while I was changing) and I closed my eyes to zone in on the soothing sounds.

A few minutes later, a door softly closing, followed by a soft giggle broke me out of my trance. "You do release that I order to get a massage, you need to take your robe off?" Another giggle. Hm. Shrek has a surprisingly sweet voice, and a really cute giggle. What the fuck is wrong with this chick. That's how she must seduce guys; she just blindfolds them and then has her way. Poor souls. "Well? Are you gonna take it off?" Her voice interrupted my thoughts, followed by her hands untying my robe. Oh God. Here comes the rape. She moved her hands up my shoulders and pushed the robe further down my arms. Ew, ew, ew. Her skin just grazed mine…wait a minute. I don't feel any warts. Where are the warts?

She places both hands on my left sleeve and slowly slid the sleeve down my arm. After she pulled the sleeve through my hand, her palms pressed into the top of my hand. She pressed her palms up my arm and across my chest where she removed my right robe sleeve and repeated the action back to my chest. Someone this ugly should not make me feel this good. Just imagine her face again Nick. There we go. Sex drive gone once again thanks to Frankenstein's face.

"Can you sit up and remove the rest of your robe now? You can open your eyes, too. I won't bite," she giggled again. Oh yeah, sure you won't bite. That's what the vampires say to their victims too. Not falling for it. Nope. She giggled once again. How is this funny? "You need to relax Mr. Pitt. You have too much tension. And it's my job to get rid of it. I can't do that if you don't take off your robe and stop squeezing your eyes shut so tight," there's that giggle again. God her voice is so intoxicating; without me knowing it, she just persuaded me to sit up and remove my robe and open my eyes.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" She teased as she pushed my shoulders down from behind me, causing me to lie on my back and stare straight up into her eyes. Oh. My. God. That is definitely not Ogre. Definitely not. This girl had piercing blue eyes, accentuated smoky eye makeup. She had long brown pulled back into a pony tail and I could just imagine it down and blowing in the wind. She was wearing the white uniform that Ulga was wearing, and I could only fantasize about what was underneath those clothes.

And my sex drive is back.

Thank you Selena.

I don't know if this is going to be a one-shot (it's clearly not done yet), or if I'm gonna turn it into a story. Idk I guess I'll see where it goes when I finish it.

I'm stopping now cause I'm going out with my friends. It's Memorial Day Weekend bitches;)