September 3, 2009. My current bedroom, 8:56 PM.

Okay, it's one thing to be embarrassed when you walk out of your bathroom in only a towel to find a really cute...but arrogant boy in your room, it's another to see him standing next to your bed, reading your diary. And it all gets worse when a sudden unknown desire of like and dislike are thrown at you when he is around.

I had just gotten out of the shower and saw that I didn't put my pajamas in the bathroom, at least I remembered my towel, or that would have really been embarrassing.

I wrapped the towel around my body and combed out my hair so that it wouldn't dry in knots. I hate how when you put your hair into a towel right away, and then later on, you try and comb it out, but it gets in knots because you didn't bother to comb it then wrap it in a towel, so I always comb it out first. But I didn't even have an extra towel with me, because I forgot my pajamas so I just combed it and let it dry from the air. So it would most likely frizz later, but what did I care.

I opened the door, humming to one of my original songs and was scared out of my wits to see Nick standing by my bedside table, reading MY DIARY!

My eyes went wide and I'm pretty sure my mouth literally dropped to the floor. The fact that he was just in my room, invading my privacy was enough to let the anger boil within me. I shut my mouth and gritted my teeth. I felt my eyes narrow on him and my nostrils flared a bit. My fists were clenched and and I took a slow deep breath before speaking up.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned through clenched teeth. He looked up casually and the diary was still placed in his hands.

"Oh hey, Miley." He said calmly and proceeded to read. Seriously? I'm standing right there and he just keeps on reading!

"Put. That. Down." I glared at him and marched over and snatched the diary back. "Sorry?" He said and I caught him looking me up and down. Crap. I forgot I was in just a towel.

"What do you think you're doing...reading that..?!" I practically shouted and he just continued to stare at me. His eyes were penetrating right through mine.

"Well?" I pushed him to answer me. Still no answer. I watched him and raised my eyebrows waiting for what he had to say. He subconsciously licked his lips (oh my lanta) and looked me up and down. I suddenly became very self-conscious and stepped back a few steps from him.

He chuckled slightly before saying, "You uh...you might wanna get dressed or this could get very awkward." He licked his lips again (dammit) and he was half smiling at me.

I smiled sweetly and rolled my eyes sarcastically at him, "Right because it's not awkward already for me walking in my room in just a towel to see you reading my personal and harbored feelings." I said and walked to my dresser pulling out a tank top, cami, shorts and a bra and underwear. I sensed him watching my every move and tried not to make eye contact with him. What good did that do me? I ended up tripping over my own leg and dropped none other than my black and white polka dotted bra on the floor.

I quickly picked it up and my head snapped over to face him, not only was he indeed staring right at me but he was trying to stifle a laugh. He raised both eyebrows at me and shook his head, smiling. I bit my bottom lip and just turned back around, I could feel the heat rise to my now red face. So I walked slowly to my bathroom. And JUST to make things more awkward he just HAD to say something.

"Red's a good look for you." He smirked and I bit my tongue because there were a million comebacks I had in my mind but I refrained and just kept walking.

About fifteen minutes later I walked out of the bathroom. I was wearing a dark purple cami, layered over a white tank top and black Soffee shorts. I decided to throw some mousse and gel in my hair, scrunch it, then put it in a messy bun so that when I woke up in the morning I could undo it and it'd be nice and wavy.

I looked over at my bed and sure enough, Nick was sitting on it, strumming away at my guitar. I assume he heard me open the bathroom door because he looked up at me and stopped playing.

"A Daisy Rock guitar, eh?" He said and smiled at me.

"Hey, some of the best female guitarists out there own Daisy Rock guitars." I challenged and he didn't comeback with anything. He just nodded and put it back on the stand. There was a silence and strangely, it wasn't awkward. Speaking of awkward.

"So what made you think you could just barge in my room earlier?" I asked and he shrugged. Then he started wandering around my room, touching little things on the dresser. After a moment of silence he looked up from what he was doing.

"Your door was open." He said and looked at me skeptically.

"Well that was a silly answer." I said and sat down on my bed.

"A silly question deserves a silly answer, don't you think?"

"It was not a silly question. Now, I want an answer."

"You kind of barged in my room earlier...I think that gives me a right to return the favor."

"You made me feel incredibly awkward." I told him with a blank expression and he let out a big laugh.

"Ha! I made...you...feel incredibly...awkward?!" He said in between laughs. I stared at him in awe. Why was he laughing, no one ever laughs at me, heck it wasn't even funny!

"It's not funny!" I said and watched as he continued to laugh. "Nick," I said sternly, "It's so not a laughing matter! You walked in here and started reading my diary when I walk in wearing nothing but a towel. And don't act like you didn't see me drop my bra on my back to the bathroom, 'cause I know you did. I don't see the humor in that." He stopped laughing and looked at me, trying not to laugh anymore.

"I wasn't laughing at that...although it was pretty funny seeing your face turn all embarrassed and red when you dropped your-" He started but I cut him off immediately, not wanting to talk about this any longer.

"Okay! Okay...then what was so funny?"

"You said it was really awkward for you! How do you think I felt? I'm in here reading what you wrote, you calling me gorgeous and cute, then you walk through the door wearing just a towel. If it was awkward for anyone, it was me." He said and I just froze. I totally forgot about me almost calling him gorgeous and calling him a cutie. It's not like I can deny it. He read it. It's in here. It's in here in ink. I would have crossed it out but I hate cross outs. It shows that you weren't paying attention, giving a sense you could care less. I wouldn't cross anything out. I'd come straight out and admit what I was thinking at the time.

"So? I think you're cute." I began, "I'm not afraid to say it to your face. Because unlike you, I don't just lick my lips and stare at people, even if they are wearing just a towel." I finished and crossed my arms. I study people's actions well. He doesn't know that. Nobody does. But I bet he didn't see that one coming. I didn't even see that one coming. Well I should have...this is me we're talking about.

"Ouch." He said and touched his hand to his heart for some type of dramatic effect I guess. "That hurt Smiley, that really hurt." I would have rolled my eyes at him if he had called me Miley, but he didn't. And everyone would think "Oh wow, he didn't call her Miley, big whoop, don't take it so seriously." But that one word made all the difference.

"What'd you call me?" I asked with a blank expression on my face. Of course I knew what he called me, I'm not deaf. But nobody has called me that since I was seven. It came as a shock.

"Smiley...you know 'cause you're name is Miley and it rhymes with Smi-" He began but I rudely cut him off...again. I wish I hadn't. I would never admit it, but I loved hearing someone call me that again. It could be a serial killer calling me that and I would still love it...I missed it that much.

"Okay! Stop...please." I said and shut my eyes, I don't know why I do that. It's weird but when I shut my eyes it seems to block everything out and I'm wherever I want to be, whenever I want to be there.

I think he sensed some pain in my voice because he shut up and it got very silent.

I opened my eyes after a moment and looked over at him. At the same time he looked over at me. His gaze bored into mine and it seemed like we were having a staring contest, but with less intense stares.

Neither of us blinked and I didn't think we would ever stop this little unofficial contest. But he finally spoke.

"Can I ask why?" He said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah." I answered, but I didn't answer his question. A short silence passed when he said something again.

"Why...?"

"I said you could ask, I never said I'd answer." I replied smartly and he scoffed.

"Well, why won't you answer?" He didn't let it go.

"Because I don't have to." I said, a little irritation filling my voice.

"No, no. It's not that you don't have to, it's that you don't want to. Two totally different things." He picked at me and I nearly snapped.

"Whatever." I said and got off my bed and started closing my windows and locking them before I went to bed.

"Are you gonna tell me why I can't call you that?" He questioned and I sighed and turned to face him.

"Are you gonna drop it and leave so I can get to bed?" I answered his question with a question and started to pick at my nail polish.

"What's wrong with me calling you 'Smiley'?"

"Nothing...I just...don't call me that." I mumbled and my voice got softer near the end of that lame sentence.

"Why do you do that?" Yeah, another question...jeez.

"Well you're all full of questions now aren't you?"

"Ugh. Stop that." He demanded in a solid tone. It kind of took me back a bit. His attitude quickly changed. It gave me whiplash.

"Stop what?" I asked in just as much of a harsh tone.

"Hiding your every emotion with wit and sarcasm and changing the subject. It's pissing me off."

"Yeah...'cause I'm so sarcastic..." That slipped. Out of me trying to prove him wrong I totally failed, but totally succeeded at proving him right. (About the wit and sarcasm, not the hiding emotions behind it)

"What the hell, Miley!" He raised his voice a tad, not so much though.

"What the hell, Nick!" I mocked. And crap. I let that one slip too. Why did he do this to me? Why did he make me say things without thinking? I'm never like that...ever!

"You're doing it again." He said, annoyed. When I look back at that now I can't help but laugh at how annoyed he got.

"Well if you don't like it then leave."

"You know, I came in here trying to be a nice person. I thought you could use a nice person...Miley. You seemed troubled when you came across my room today. I was trying to be a friend." He told me in a more calm tone. But I couldn't hear that. I could never get attached to him...ever.

"What's the point! I told you already, I actually told you twice, no one takes me in for more than three months! And don't call me that!" I argued and once again we were back at staring each other down.

The silence wasn't easy.

Like before, he was the one to break that uneasy silence. "I'm sorry for trying to care. God forbid, Miley...someone was trying to break through to you." And then he was walking out of my room. "Shut the door on your way out." I told him with an annoyed tone and he did so.

That was my entertaining night of fun with the new foster kid. There was something about him that I could fall in love with because unlike other people he didn't give me pity. He pushed me the way I push people. I like that. And it scares me. It scares me for reasons that not even I can explain. And that scares me even more.

A/N: I'm sorry it took a while to get out. But I lost my inspiration for the story. Then tonight I picked it up after the first paragraph and wrote 6 pages! =]

Okay, so about this chapter... as you can see there is definitely a connection between Nick and Miley. As much as they will both deny it, it's there. And if you thought that was a heated argument...you will be surprised by the next ones to come. =] mwahaha.

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-kelsie.