You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

MILEYS POV

'Mum. I honestly cant eat any more of that er.. Um. What is it?' I mumbled, pushing my plate away with the hand that wasn't secretly texting under the table.

'Miley, its sushi. And you're setting a bad example for Noah.' my mum said sternly. My irritating little (and only) sister was smiling at me from the other side of the table.

'I just don't like it.' I lied. My blackberry vibrated in my hand and I quickly glanced at the text under the table.

Are you coming to mine later? I havent seen you in ages. -Nick

Don't know. My mums still being really stern. I think she's taking dad walking out on us real bad. -Mi

My mum says you're welcome anytime. And if you want you're allowed to stay the night. - Nick.

OMG! Your mum is willing to have two hormonal sixteen year olds overnight? -Mi

'Yeah. She trusts us. Unlike Joe, I haven't given her a reason not to trust us. -Nick.

'Mum! I'm spending the night at Nicks.' I declared, pushing my phone into the pocket of my skinny jeans.

'Miley-'

'I know. I know. Don't go too far….. Blah blah blah consequences…. Blah blah blah teen mum' I rattled. I had this lecture every time I left the house, even if I was just going to school.

Well, I'm Miley Stewart and I'm sixteen. I attend Seaview High. I also have one sibling. My annoying little sister Noah. She's six, and she puts me to shame in everything. And mum always takes her side. She has light brown hair and brown eyes.

My hair is dark brown, and my eyes are faint blue. I spend most of my time with my awesome boyfriend Nick. His eyes are deep brown, and his hair is brown and curly. My hair is curly aswell, but no one outside of my family knows that. He's a few months older than me, and we've been dating for just over a year. Its getting really serious. He has two brothers, Joe, who is twenty, but has the mental age of a three year old. And Frankie, who is seven.

I live with my mum, because my dad walked out on us. It was no big loss to me, really, but mums taking it real hard.

I grabbed a muffin from the basket on the table and kissed mum on the cheek.

'Be back tomorrow.' I promised. Grabbing my coat and Chuck Taylors, I opened the door and ran out.

I ran up the street to Nicks house. I opened the door and walked in. Its not a big deal in his house. You get yelled at for knocking, and calling Mrs Lucas 'Mrs Lucas'. Even Denise makes her go crazy. She insists you call her mum. Quite awkward when I first met his family, but I'm used to it now.

'Smiley? Is that you?'

Here we go with the nickname.

'Yeah.' I answered, hanging my coat over the banister.

'It cant be Smiley. My girlfriends much hotter than this.' Nick teased, grabbing my waist from behind.

'Uggh. I'm seriously not in the mood. I just got about five ton of sushi shoved down my throat.' I warned.

'That explains it. You look really sick.' he told me, kissing the top of my head.

'My day just got better.' I smiled.

'Yeah, why weren't you at school?' Nick asked, sitting on the couch and pulling me onto his lap.

'I was at the hospital for stuff.' I replied vaguely, rubbing circles on his chest with my thumb.

'As long as you're ok now.'

'Yeah.' I smiled.

'Miley, come here.' Denise said, gesturing for me to follow her into the kitchen.

'Two minutes.' I said, kissing Nick on the cheek, then following Denise.

I walked into the kitchen and sat on the chair at the breakfast bar.

'Whats up?' I asked, looking at her.

'Just wanted to talk to you.' she replied, sitting across from me. 'I'm guessing you were shocked when Nick told you I was letting you stay overnight.'

'Yeah. Its not a thing that often happens.' I said.

' I trust you two. I swear I do. You're an amazing girl, Miley.'

'Thank you.'

'Nicks lucky to have you. Talking of Nick, I'm guessing you want to get back to him.' Denise smiled.

I smiled again, living up to my annoying nickname. I walked back into the living room.

'Hey, Joe!' I called, seeing Nick's elder brother on the armchair close to the fireplace.

'Hi, Miles. I'd never guess you two were still dating.' he replied, throwing me a pack of chewing gum.

'We're inseparable.' Nick grinned, wrapping his arm around me.

'Total grossness.' Joe remarked.

'So - do you want to play a game?' I suggested.

'Who said game?' Frankie screamed, running downstairs.

'We were going to play a game, but we cant pick.' Nick told his brother.

'I got some plastecine and we could like make models and the other people have to guess what it is.' Frankie suggested.

'That sounds good.' I agreed, looking at Nick, who was also nodding.

'I'll go get it.' Frankie smiled, running back upstairs. He returned a few minutes later with five plastecine pots - black, white, red, pink and blue.

'Me first.' Joe said, grabbing the pots. He started messing around with the black and white.

'Yin and Yang!' Nick said, fist pounding the air. Joe nodded and broke up the sculpture.

'You need to get off of me so I can go build a sculpture.' Nick whispered in my ear.

'Ugh. I don't want to though.' I sighed. 'You're too comfy.'

Nick lifted me up and put me on the couch, then went to the table. He was using the pink and red plastecine. I lay down on the couch, not really focusing. Come on, I was pissed off at him.

'Err… is it an I Heart Miley sign?' Frankie asked. I quickly looked up.

'Aww! I love you too.' I smiled, standing up and wrapping my arms around Nicks waist. He wrapped his around my shoulders, one hand resting between my shoulders, one on my lower back.

'Its Tigger!' I yelled over Nick's shoulder, looking at Frankie's sculpture.

'Aww, I don't wanna let go of you.' Nick pouted, kissing the soft skin under my ear.

'Don't. Its my turn to make a sculpture.' I hissed, unwinding myself from him.

I knew what I wanted to make, but I'm not going to lie, I'm shit at art.

I picked up a blob of black and split it into four, then shaped each bit into a blunt oval shape. I tipped out the entire tub of white, and tried to mould it into a horse's body.

'Is that supposed to be a horse?' Joe asked. Nick elbowed him in the chest.

'I know it stinks.' I admitted, splitting it up again.

'You have a horse, do you not?' Frankie asked, grabbing the plastecine pots.

'Kind of. She legally belongs to a certain Noah Lindsay, but I sneak a few rides on her here and there.' I told him.

'Its almost nine. That's when that movie starts.' Denise told us. 'And, Frankie - BED'

Frankie went upstairs.

'We'll go get comfy for the film.' Nick said. He took my hand and we went up to his room.

How is it? I'm trying to make the chapters five pages on word. If you think they're too long, just say and i'll break them down!