Cute little chapter ;] dedicated to Lauren. (Lozboz). I love you girl. You pervert, you ;] & to Gemma. Who let me sleep with her whale (; And to all my lovely readers! I reached 1,000 followers today on twitter so that was pretty epic, haha. Just a filler type thing; kinda cute in my opinion :) really happy with the response for the first chapter. i mean, 8 reviews?! ;D Love you all. Review, please? Sorry for mistakes.

Nick woke up the next morning to the sound of the TV playing softly in the background, and a loud smash coming from the kitchen. Before he could even comprehend what the noise was, another loud bang followed. This time, a female voice could be heard muttering, "Crap!"

Nick groaned and rolled over in his bed. He was tired and didn't want to get up, even if he house was being destroyed.

After a few minutes - and two crashes - later, Nick rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen, where he was confronted by an abouslute mess. Miley stood in the center of it all; with flour dotted in her hair and an egg shell clinging to her - well Nick's - t-shirt.

"What did you do?!" Nick gasped, his eyes scanning the mess of a kitchen.

"I was trying to make breakfast..." Miley mumbled, playing with her fingers, "But it went wrong..."

"Obviously." Nick groaned, walking over to the toaster, he jumped as some burnt toast flew out and hit his nose.

Miley creased up laughing, "oh my God!" she cried, "It hit you right on the nose!" She clinged to her sides, and bent over because she was laughing so much.

"You think that's funny, huh?" Nick chuckled as he turned around and threw the burnt toast into the trash can.

Miley laughed, "Yes."

Nick rolled his eyes, "Miley, how many people were you planning to cook for?! There's at least enough to feed five here..."

"Well...I tried to make some pancakes but I had no idea how to make them, so I started looking for a cook book and then thought it'd been cool to make a cake..."

"A cake? For breakfast?" Nick asked her, shoving even more burnt toast into the trash.

"I know. Then I realized how stupid that idea was so I started to make toast...But then I dropped the bowl which I was stirring the ingredients for the pancakes in, and then I dropped all the eggs, and then I freaked out and dropped the toaster on the floor..." Miley mumbled.

Nick knew he should be angry. If this was anyone else, he'd be screaming at them right now. He didn't know if it was because of Miley's heartfelt talk last night, or something else, but he just couldn't make himself angry at her.

"It's...okay," Nick said, "Just don't ever make breakfast again."

Miley laughed, "No worries."

"Go and get a shower, Miley. I'll tidy this up." Nick began to wash the walls.

"Do you want me to help?" Miley asked.

"No it's okay. Go shower."

Miley stood there feeling really weird. Was he angry at her, was he annoyed? "Are you angry at me?" Miley asked him timidly.

"No," Nick sighed, "I'm just no so happy that my kitchen looks like a bomb has hit it."

"I'm sorry," Miley apologized, "I didn't mean to make this giant mess...I was trying to make you breakfast as a nice surprise..."

"It's fine, really. Thanks for trying, anyway."

Miley smiled and slid out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. She pulled off Nick's t-shirt and threw it on the floor. Miley turned the shower on, and let the warm water heat her up.

Miley couldn't remember the last time she'd ever stayed over at a guy's house and not left before 9 AM. She slept with them, took some money, and took off. It was a risky lifestyle, but somehow Miley managed to pull it off.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Nick was effortlessly cleaning the kitchen sides which were covered in some sort of unknown gloop. It looked like egg, but Nick wasn't feeling brave enough to smell it.

In the corner of his mind, Nick pictured Miley in the shower, but then shook his head. How could he be so...like a guy. He laughed mentally at his lameness, and threw some more burnt toast into the trash.

What are you going to with her, Nick? A tiny voice in the back of Nick's mind whispered.

Nick closed his eyes and sighed. What was he goin to do with her? He wanted to help her. He wanted to let her rebuild a new life from the shattered one in which she lived. He also knew she couldn't do this without someone like himself.

Lost in his thoughts, Nick absentmindedly continued to clean the kitchen.

Miley stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She wandered into Nick's bedroom and sat down on the bed and dried her hair off with the towel. Somehow, just by drying it with a towel, her hair hung in perfect, dry waves. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

Meanwhile, Nick heard the shower had stopped, and assumed it was okay to go out of the kitchen. It was a lot cleaner than before, but still wasn't perfect. Nick rubbed his eyes and ran his hand aimlessly through his curls. He yawned and walked into the living room. He crashed onto the couch, and watched the TV, which was playing some music which Miley had put on earlier that morning. After a few minutes, he began to wonder where Miley was and what she doing. It was a habit of Nick's to worry.

He got up, and walked into his bedroom. Miley wasn't there. He checked his guest room, but he wasn't there either. Nick's apartment was really big. And he knew Miley could get confused and wonder. Biting down on his lip, Nick wandered into the kitchen, only to find Miley - a naked Miley, to be exact - eating a bag of cookies.

She had her back to Nick, so he had a clear view of her ass. And her legs. And her back. Nick gulped, and gasped a little as Miley turned around to look at him. Her body was the kind you only see on the women in movies. It was just...perfect. She had curves in all the right places, and was just down right hot. Nick stared at her, his eyes travelled from her feet all the way up to her beautiful face.

"These cookies are good." Miley grinned, munching down on the chocolate goodness.

"Miley, where are your clothes?!" Nick asked her, still in shock.

Now Nick had the decency to look away. He turned his head to the side and ran his hand through his hair nervously. It was like Miley was a magnet, and Nick's eyes were being pulled to it.

"I don't have any," Miley pointed out, "And why are you looking over there?"

"Because I don't want to...Listen, just...Um, put that dress on you had on last night. We're going shopping." Nick let out a deep breath as he turned his back on her. It was a relief for her to be out of his view, but also a tiny dissapointment.

"What about shoes? I don't have any."

"We'll work something out." Nick told her.

"I don't like talking to your back, Nick." Miley sighed.

"And I don't like talking to a naked woman."

"Oh, is that why you're all red?" Miley laughed, "I thought something had happened. Haha, you're so red!"

Nick felt himself blush, and he realized his cheeks were a lot warmer than any other part of his body, "Just...don't walk around naked, Miley."

He walked towards his bedroom to get changed.

And Miley shurgged, and continued eating her cookies.

--

"Your car is like, seriously, the best car I've ever been in."

"Thanks," Nick laughed softly, and pressed his foot down, just to show off what his car was capable of.

Miley stared down at her feet, "I feel so weird wearing your sneakers."

"I know they're way too big, but they'll have to do."

After their previous awkward encounter, things had settled down to being totally normal and comfortable for Miley and Nick. Seeing as the air was pretty clear, Nick took this chance to ask Miley some questions about her life, and if he got the right answers, he could maybe help her find some family she never knew she had.

"So...Where'd you live, before you came to New York?" Nick asked casually.

"Tennessee," Miley answered.

"Oh, I thought I recognized your accent."

"I hate my voice," Miley confessed, "It's so rough and scratchy. Blah."

"No, it's a nice accent."

"Whatever," Miley shrugged.

Nick spoke again, "And your family. Did they live in Tennesse too?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" Miley snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.

"No, no, I'm just curious." Nick defended himself.

Miley sighed, and sunk down into the seat, "Yes. My Mamaw and Aunt Dolly lived there. But my Aunt Dolly moved away when I was 10, and I've never heard from her since. And my Mamaw lived on the farm with me and my dad after my mom died, and when my dad kicked me out, she seriously tried to beat him up." Miley stopped, wincing at the memory, "She moved away."

"Why didn't she take you with her?" Nick asked.

"I didn't want to go with her. She offered, but I said no."

"Why?"

"She said she wanted to move out of the country. Away from it all." Miley mumbled, "But I didn't want to leave the country. I hate planes."

"Couldn't leave on a bus or boat or something?" Nick questioned.

"Buses and boats and trains cost twice as much as the plane. I didn't want my grandma to pay all that. She was already struggling with money, seeing as my dad was an alchoholic and barely did any work on the farm..." Miley sunk deeper into the car seat, "So I lived with my aunt and uncle. The end. Didn't I already tell you all this?"

Nick nodded, "Well yeah. But you were drunk last night. I figured you'd only told me all that stuff because you weren't sober."

"I only told you because you're obviously someone I can trust," Miley said, sitting up in her seat.

"Well, I'm glad you see me in that way," Nick grinned.

Miley shurgged, "You're the only guy that hasn't tried to get into my pants. You're obviously a good guy."

Nick bit down on his lip, "Yeah"

"But you still owe me that cocktail," Miley giggled.

Nick laughed, "Oh yeah. Forgot about that."

A few moments later, Nick pulled up outside a large department store. Miley stared open mouthed, "Are you seriously taking me here?"

Nick looked at her in surprise, "What, not you're type of shopping?" Nick had no idea what kind of clothes girl liked best, but this department store was stocked full with designer brands, and if Miley didn't like that, what did she like?

"No no no! It's just that it's the like most expensive place ever."

Nick cocked his head to the side, "Is that a problem?"

"Well...I...I don't exactly have the money to pay for any of this. In fact, I...I have none at all."

"You don't think I'd expect you to pay, do you?" Nick asked her.

"Well yeah, I can't just expect you to pay like, I don't know, 50 dollars on something."

"50 dollars?" Nick scoffed, as he parked his Porsche up, "That's nothing."

Miley stared at him, trying to figure out why he was so...cool about everything. "That's a lot of money," she corrected him.

"Not to me it isn't," he grinned, taking off his seatbelt, and waited for Miley to do the same.

Miley looked down at her feet again, "I can't walk around in these. I'm going bare foot."

She kicked Nick's sneakers off her feet, and stepped out of the car. As soon as her dainty feet collided with the hard, cold ground, she gasped and ordered for Nick to carry her.

"Miley, I can't," Nick hissed, people were beginning to stare at them now.

"Please!" Miley begged, tip toeing over to him.

Nick sighed; she looked so...weird dressed in a little black party dress, with no shoes or make- up or anything. But she looked kinda beautiful. Sighing, Nick nodded his head, "Okay okay I'll carry you."

Miley squealed and jumped onto his back. She wasn't heavy at all. Nick tried his very best to ignore the dirty looks from passing people, but he couldn't help but feel awkward and uncomfortable. He carried her through the parking lot and into the department store. Miley abruptly jumped off of him and ran into Chanel. The sound of her bare feet smacking against the expensive marble floor of the designer store made the people who worked there turn their heads.

"Are these heels the best heels you've ever seen or what?!" Miley asked excitedly, grabbing a pair of expensive black heels and waving them in the air.

Nick awkwardly followed her into the store, "Yes Miley, they're great...but put them down."

"Can I help you?" a woman in her late twenties smiled as she walked over to Miley and Nick; her voice showed a pinch of annoyance.

"Yes please," Nick smiled, "We need shoes. And clothes."

"Shit!" Miley gasped loudly, making Nick cringe, "Have you seen the price on these things?!"

The lady narrowed her eyes at Miley, "I'm sorry, but that language is unexceptable. Sir, could you please control your girlfriend for a moment?"

"No, she's not my girlfriend..." Nick couldn't finish his sentence, because the woman was following Miley to the dress section.

"Hm...I wonder what it'd look like on me," Miley pondered, holding a deep red dress in front of her.

Nick got a flash image of miley's perfect body slipping into that red dress. He bit down on his lip, trying to discard the image.

"That dress is 200 dollars," the lady chimed, "A bargain."

"Fuck that!" Miley gasped, "We're not paying 200 dollars for a freakin' dress."

The lady, who was named Claire, which Nick had found out after reading her name tag, spoke up "Well I'm sure that's an impossible price for you. It seems like you can't even afford shoes."

Miley turned to her, resting one hand on her waist, "That's a pretty risky comment from someone who I could easily get fired."

Nick stepped inbetween them, "We'll buy the dress. And the shoes."

"We will?" Miley asked.

"Yes."

Claire pressed her lips together and grabbed the dress from Miley, "What size do you take?"

"Depends. 8 or 10." (a/n: i don't know how sizes are measured outside of the UK, but 8 and/or 10 are quite small, but just the right size if you get what i mean :])

"What size shoe?"

"5."

claire nodded, and walked behind the desk and prepared everything for Miley.

When she left, Miley burst into laughter, "Oh my God, what a bitch."

"shhh!" Nick said, but he started to laugh as well.

Miley shrugged, "Whatever, she was a bitch."

-

Five hours, 800 dollars and six bitch fights with shop assistants later, Miley and Nick were cramped inside Nick's shiny Porsche; the countless number of bags overflowing in the back seats of the car made it hard to move, let alone drive a car.

Miley sat with a bag on her lap, "Thank you for buying me all this," she thanked Nick gratefully; no one had ever spent this much money on her.

Smiling, Nick replied, "You're welcome." His wallet was empty, as he didn't carry too much money around anyway; he'd had to use his card to pay for some of the things.

"Really, no one has ever done that for me. Especially someone who hardly knows me."

"Well, Miley, I'm not trying to be mean here, but it's obvious you've got pretty much nothing in your life right now..." Nick trailed off, afriad he'd come across to harsh and mean. That was his last intention, of course. He pressed his foot down and turned his head slightly to scan Miley's face, to see if it showed any hurt or anger. Surprisingly, it didn't.

"You're right," Miley sighed, running her fingers aimlessly through her long brown hair, "My life sucks."

Nick had no idea how to respond. He sat awkwardly, trying to think of something comforting to say. "Things can only get better" he finally said.

"I suppose," Miley laughed, "Heck, I've just had the biggest shopping spree of my life. Things are better already."

"So...do you think, maybe, you could contact your Mamaw or Aunt Dolly?" Nick asked suddenly.

Miley looked at him confused. Her forehead wrinkled, "Why?" she asked.

"For you to know you have family that will care for you, Miley," Nick replied.

"I have no idea how to get in touch with them," Miley whispered, "But I don't need someone to care for me, I'm fine on my own."

Nick was surprised at her independence. He was shocked at how strong willed she was. How tough things must've been for her the past year, but she'd somehow got through it.

"You can't go back to sleeping with guys to earn a living, Miley. You need a real job. A real home. A real family." Nick poined out.

"Well I don't have any of those things!" Miley snapped, "And who are you? My father? I can make my own choices. It has nothing to do with you if I decide I want to live life that way!"

"But do you want to live like that again?"

"No, of course not, doofus," Miley said, rolling her eyes, "Who would want to?"

"No one I suppose."

Silence washed upon them, words couldn't be found for either of them. The atmoshphere was awkward.

-

After a while, Nick pulled up outside of his apartment. Miley carried 3 small bags while Nick was forced to carry the rest. He stumbled into the elevator after locking his car, and awkwardly pressed in the code for his penthouse.

"You know, it'd be nice if you actually carried some of your stuff," Nick groaned, as his back began to ache from the weight.

"You're a guy. You're supposed to carry heavy things. It what you do," Miley laughed, before happily dancing into his penthouse.

She sat on the couch and placed the 3 bags next to her. Nick followed her in, but just when he was about to get in, one of the bags got stuck in the elevator doors.

"Shit!" Nick gasped, dropping the rest of his load and trying to pull the Gucci bag from the elevator.

Miley rushed over and helped him, both of them pulling as hard as possible.

"I can't lose these Gucci heels." Miley said.

"I can't lose 90 dollars," Nick replied.

After a lot of pulling, the bag broke free and rocketed across the room. However, following the impact, Nick fell back onto the floor, and Miley soon followed him. She landed awkwardly, half on top of him. For a moment, Nick didn't breathe. He was scared her reaction would be something like 'Get off me right now!'. But in fact, Miley burst out laughing, throwing her head back and gently smacking his chest.

Nick laughed too; he got up and offered her his hand. She accepted it, still laughing. Unexpectedly, Miley pulled him down again, so he landed on top of her.

Miley's bubbly laugh echoed around the whole apartment, Nick rested himself up on the palms of his hands so he wouldn't crush her. He couldn't help but laugh at how awkward and funny the moment was. Nick pulled himself up, "I'm not helping you up this time."

Miley slowly stopped laughing, and got up also. "That was epic."