This is the old version of this story. I wrote it with a friend of mine and it is finish. Though I will not post everything, it is all written out. Therefore, every week there will be an update. Every Friday. I don't know how many chapters it has, maybe just a few. But hopefully, it'll catch your attention and you guys will like it. The names are not originally Nick and Miley, so if you see Christian or Elizabeth they are meant to be Nick and Miley. Hope you like it. And lastly, I do like reviews... ;p

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MARRY YOU

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The music was blasting and everyone was huddled around in their VIP table. This had to be their 10th shot tonight and they were still going. Their hands up in the air with the shot glasses full of patron silver clicking as they toasted one another.

"This is for my jackass father who thinks he can fucking control me even if I'm already 23 years old," Nicholas Jerry incoherently mumbles. "Fuck him bitches!"

His friends cheered loudly before taking a gulp of the alcohol in their own glasses.

5 hours earlier

Nicholas entered the restaurant in Cesar's Palace, his eyes searching for his parents. As soon as he spotted his mother, a smile on his face appeared. However, as he saw his father's face, the grin fell and immediately became a frown. He walked towards them and when his parents saw him, they both stood up. His mother, Denise went over to her son and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Pulling away, Nick turned toward his father before seating himself at an empty chair. His father, Paul shook his head while he and his wife followed their son's actions and sat on their own chairs.

"How are you mom?" he asked with a small grin on his face. "Hope you're not stressing yourself too much."

His mother reached for her son's hand on the table and held it. She gave him a smile in return before responding, "No, I'm not. But, I do miss having lunch with my son every day at work."

His eyes gazed from his mom to the empty plate.

"Sorry," he said, the smile fading away again. "I'll take you out to lunch this week after we get back to LA. How's that sound?"

"Alright, you promise?" his mother said, her voice higher-sounding conveying that she was already excited.

He looked back at her and nodded. "Definitely."

"So," said his father, interrupting the mother and son moment. "We came here today to talk to you about something important."

Nicholas looked at his father while his mother tried to calm her son down by rubbing part of his hand with her thumb.

"You're going to get married," his father announced while Nick's eyes widened and a big smile broke out of his face before actually laughing out loud even throwing his head back for a greater effect.

"Sure," he responded. "I'm going to get married to my girlfriend, whoever she is."

He shook his head, still chuckling at his father's announcement. He had no girlfriend and he couldn't even recall the name of the last girl he had been with.

"I'm serious," his father said in a low tone of voice. "You are going to marry your mother's and my friend's daughter. You will meet her tomorrow and get to know her."

Again, Nick shook his head, still chuckling.

"You gotta be joking," he told his own father. "Mom?"

He turned his head at his mom and as he saw Denise's eyes fall towards the table, he realized that it was true. His smile diminished quickly and anger boiled inside of him.

"You gotta be joking me!" he exclaimed, his right hand curling into a fist underneath the table on his lap. "I am no way getting married to a girl I have never met!"

"You're going to get married to her Nicholas and that's that," his father responded.

"Fuck no!" he yelled making everyone surrounding them look over. "I will not get married like I will not work for your fake ass company. You do not control me. I am at legal age and I can make my own decisions whether you like it or not."

"Son," Denise whispered quietly, giving a little squeeze on Nick's hand that she was still holding. "Please just listen."

He looked at his mother and shook his head.

"I'm sorry mom," he responded to her gently and softly. "I can't. Goodbye."

With that, he stood up from his seat and let go of his mother's hand. He gave her a soft peck on her cheek and as his eyes met his father's, he glared at him before walking out and leaving his parents at their table.

"Shit!" he shouted, laughing. "I think I'm hella fucking drunk!"

After a couple of more shots, Marry You by Bruno Mars, Nicholas' current favorite song, began playing. He stood up from their VIP table at TAO and headed towards the dance floor. He never did like dancing, but it was his jam and he was drunk. He couldn't help it. Right when he stepped on the dance floor with his friends behind him, he spotted an attractive young woman. Her hair in highlights and semi-curled while her simple, yet very sexy black one shoulder dress hugged her curves so perfectly.

Smirking, he stumbled his way to her until he could officially reach her. He then grabbed her arm and turned her toward him, making her body collapse into his. Shocked, she looked up at the person. As her blue eyes met his brown ones, she couldn't help but to giggle. He was cute, she thought. Shrugging her shoulder and biting her lips, she started to dance with him. Throughout the song, the two danced with each other, grinding their bodies to the melody.

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you," he sung to her as his lips were right next to her ear, making the young woman shiver.

She pulled away from him and their eyes locked. As the song came to an end, their faces got nearer and nearer to each other. Soon, their lips touched and they were making out on the dance floor. After a while, the two pulled away.

"Miley," the brunette said to the curly-headed young man.

"Nicholas," he responded back.

A smile plastered Miley's face and her eyes twinkled under the club lights. She leaned in towards him, her lips almost touching his ear.

"Marry me," she said instead of asking him.

Nicholas pulled away from her and took a small step back. His eyebrows knitted together and his head turned sideways, but the small smile on his never left.

"What?" he yelled over the music.

"Marry Me!" Miley shouted back.

He looked at the young woman in front of him for a moment, wondering whether she was joking. However, without hesitation, she pulled him towards her, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned in, putting her forehead on his and her lips so close to his, teasingly.

"Marry me," she whispered before closing the gap between them and giving him a soft peck on the lips.

After the kiss, their eyes once again locked. Blue met brown. Nicholas' small smile turned into a bigger one, showing his teeth while Miley bit her lower lip.

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That's it for now. Next Friday, there will be an update. Tell me what you think.. Should I continue posting updates? Or should I not?

Have a great weekend. :)