You Are My Destiny
Chapter 1: You've Got a Friend
"You can always tell a real friend; when you've made a fool of yourself, he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job."
"…And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to…?"
"When are they going to cut the cake?" The little boy of six whined from where he sat next to his best friend, at the backseat. The girl nudged him, annoyed, "Shh. You're not supposed to talk!" The boy huffed, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair.
The girl looked at him and put on her best 'serious' face, which was as serious as a six year old could look, "Nick, they'll cut the cake when it's time. Can you stop acting like a baby?"
"But Miley-"
"Shh!"
They both looked ahead, as they watched the guy at the front done on about something neither of them understood.
"I do."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the guy said, and the man in the tuxedo leaned forward and placed his lips upon the woman, who happened to be Miley's aunt.
"Ewww." Miley and Nick chorused silently and turned to each other with looks of disgust upon their faces.
"Miley?" Nick said, as they sipped on paper cups making slurpy noises with their punch to make each other laugh, later at the reception. "Mmm?"
"When we get older, will you get married to me?"
"No way! Then I'll have to kiss you."
"Don't worry," he said, "We'll get married without kissing. Then we'll get to stay with each other all the time and never go home!"
"Oh… Ok, then!"
"Ok. You want to go dance now?"
"Sure!"
They jumped off their chairs and raced each other to dance floor where many couples were already dancing, trying to imitate the adults' dance moves, but failing miserably and tripping each other to the floor and immediately doubling over with laughter.
The two young mothers stood together, watching them with smiles on their faces, as their kids rolled around the floor with laughter; Miley in her purple dress and Nick in his tiny little tux. "They're adorable, aren't they?"
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Bringing the mascara brush closer to her eyes, twenty three year old Miley focused on her reflection in the mirror. The bell sounded suddenly, making Miley jump and accidently coat her eyelid with mascara.
"Shoot." She muttered to herself and grabbed a tissue and rubbed at it only to make it worse.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
"I'm coming!" she yelled, annoyed and rushed to the door, tissue in hand. She opened the door to find her best friend standing there, with his finger on the bell. He snorted when he looked at her, "Lookin' good."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, thanks to you. And, where were you? You were supposed to help me rearrange my living room, five hours ago!" She crossed her arms over her chest angrily as he plopped down on the couch, throwing his phone on the table and picking up the remote nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, I forgot."
"No." she said sarcastically. "And now you've ruined my make-up! Liam's going to be here any minute now, how am I supposed to fix this in such short time?" She yelled at him, starting to panic.
"Relax," he told her, turning on some sports channel and shifting around to make himself comfy in her couch, "You'd look hot with a paper bag over your face."
"Well, I hope so since I might have to do just that!" He sighed, getting up and walking over to a pouting Miley. He took the tissue out of her hand and leaned forward as her eyes fluttered close. He gently removed the black goop off her eyelid and handed the tissue back to her. "There, all better. Happy?"
"I guess." She muttered, as she checked her reflection, not wanting to give in to him so soon, "I'm still mad at you for showing up late."
He shrugged, "You'll forgive me eventually. You've never been able to resist this." He turned to her with a cheeky smile as he placed his legs up on the coffee table. Miley shook her head, slapping him lightly on his head and said, "Legs off the table, mister."
He groaned, letting his legs fall to the floor, "How does Liam put up with you?"
"The same way I put up with you?"
Shawty say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop.
She looked at him in disbelief, "That's your ringtone? You have got to be kidding me!" He just grinned at her sheepishly.
She say I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop.
"Ugh. Just get it!" she tossed him his phone. He caught it expertly, glanced at the called ID and pressed his thumb down on the red button.
"Why aren't you answering?"
"That was Lisa." He said as if she was supposed to understand. She raised an eyebrow, staring down at him, "I dumped her two days ago. Didn't I tell you?"
"No! Nick, you met her only a week ago!" She sighed when he gave her a look that said 'So?' and shook her head, "Too bad, I liked her."
"Yeah… She was too nice."
"That's no reason to dump someone! Nick, when are you going to find yourself a serious girlfriend? Are you going to be single for the rest of your life?"
"Hey, my current relationship status, or whatever, cannot be classified as being single; I just have a new girl every week is all. And besides, I don't interfere with your love life, I would prefer if you didn't interfere with mine."
"Fine. But when you're sixty and all alone with no wife or kids or anyone, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Dear, I'll have you."
She sighed, shaking head, and he knew she had given up, "You're hopeless."
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"Nicholas Jerry Gray, where the hell have you been?" Nick winced as he walked through the door of his parents' house.
"Hey Dad." He said while smiling, hoping to calm him down.
"Didn't I ask you to come to today's meeting? Didn't I send you numerous reminders? Where were you?" Nick's dad was one of the most successful business men in the country, and they were filthy rich. Paul Gray's only dream was for his only son to take over from him one day, which seemed like it was not going to happen.
"I was at Rick's, we were playing some music and I lost track of time. And then, I had to go help Miley with something." Nick knew his dad would ease up if he told him he was with Miley, because he loved that girl, maybe even more than he loved Nick.
And Miley had wanted him to help her something; it was not a lie… technically.
The older man sighed, "Nick, when are you going to give up this dream of becoming a musician. It's stupid, it's hopeless, and it's never going to happen!"
Nick could feel himself getting angry, "It will happen, dad. I just got to keep trying."
"For how long?" Paul said, exasperated with his son, and not understanding why Nick was being so stubborn.
"Dad, we had this conversation yesterday. When are you going to understand that I cannot change who I am?"
"Nick, you have to—"
"Dad, don't—"
"That's enough."
Denise, Nick's mother, stood at the door, gazing at them both. "Paul, there's somebody on the phone for you. Nick, come with me."
Nick stood up thankfully, following his mother out of the room. She turned to him once they were in the kitchen, "What was that about today?" Nick seated himself on one of the seats, sighing, "The same old thing."
Denise sighed, walking over to him and placing a piece of cake in front of him, "You know your dad, he never gives up until he gets what he wants."
"Yeah, but why doesn't he get that he's never going to get me to do what he wants. Why doesn't he understand that I'm not him?"
"You're very stubborn Nick. Where do you think you got that from?"
"Whatever."
"Nick, your dad loves you so much. He just doesn't want you to go in the wrong path. He wants you to settle down and… when he sees you like this, he just tends to worry a little too much."
"I guess," he muttered.
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"So, how was your day?" Liam asked Miley as they ate their dinner. As usual, they had gone to an expensive, 'chic' restaurant.
"Good. I took the day off from work to clean my apartment," Miley said, taking a sip of her wine, "How about yours?"
He told her about her day. They finished eating dinner and ordered dessert. Once Miley's chocolate mousse had disappeared, Liam stood up, "I'll be right back," he told her and walked away as Miley watched confusedly.
A minute later, she felt two hands cover her eyes, "Liam? What're you doing?" she asked confused.
"Stand up," he told her, and she did. He spun her around, "Ready?" he asked and she shrugged. Not sure what to expect, "I guess…?"
He took his hands off and she froze. In front of her were two men, but that was not the shock, the shock was what they held in their hands. A massive banner that said 'Will you marry me, Miley?' The whole restaurant watched hushed as her jaw dropped open.
She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. When she looked at Liam again, he was on his knees, holding an open velvet box in his hands with the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen.
"Miley," he began, "The past year I have spent with you has been, by far, the best time of my life. I love you so much. I never want to let you go. And that is why I'm asking you this question today… Will you marry me?"
She was too choked up even to speak as she let out a cracked, "Y-yes!"
Liam grinned, getting off the floor as the band started to play 'Beating Hearts Baby' by Head Automatica, which was Miley's favourite song. She leapt into his arms with a smile and he twirled her around as the whole restaurant broke out into applause.
Miley blushed furiously as Liam lowered her to the ground and somebody yelled "Kiss her!" Liam grinned, leaning towards her and doing just that.
A/N: Hi. I've got a new story. I've been working on this for a while now, and I have about eight chapters done. I will be most probably posting one chapter per week.
Do you guys like it? (On my knee, looking up at the sky and praying to God that you do.)
Lol. Can you guys like, review… please?