Chapter Two
The first thing Miley did when she looked at her clock was swear, and sit up. A minute later, she looked at the calender. 13.08.09. She groaned and put her head under the covers. She was so scared she'd missed the whole of the morning at school, just to have realised she'd forgotten it was the summer holidays. Suddenly the doorbell went, and she groaned even louder.
"Bud!" her dad yelled through the house. He was obviously still in bed too.
"Miley!" Jackson yelled. He was obviously still in bed as well. Rolling her eyes and slowly pulling the cover off, she went downstairs and opened the door, flattening down her hair.
"Hey stranger," the boy at the door smiled. She blinked a couple of times before realising it was Oliver.
"I was scared you were Nick for a moment then," she smiled, pulling him in then closing the door.
"Why were you scared of your boyfriend?" Oliver asked confused. Miley silently hit herself, remembering no-one knew, then made up a lame lie.
"I didn't want him to see me like this, durh stupid!" she said, laughing, before hitting him round the head.
"Have you got that CD I wanted?" Oliver asked, throwing himself onto her couch.
"Oh yeah, make yourself at home!" she laughed, before starting her way to the CD rack. Suddenly the doorbell went again.
"Miley!" chorused round the house. She sighed, and got up.
"Seems like your worst nightmare is upon us!" Oliver said dramatically, before smiling at her. Miley just looked at him like he was crazy, before opening the door.
"Hey!" Nick said, smiling at her. Subconciously, Miley reached down to where her t-shirt brushed the top of her thigh and pulled it down.
"Hey," she said smiling. Then remembered Oliver in the living room. "Sweet niblets, is this some kind of party or something?" she asked, before walking back into the living room. Nick laughed, before coming in and shutting the door behind him. He stopped when he saw Oliver.
"What is he doing here?" he asked, his teeth clenched together.
"Who?" Miley asked, looking through her CD rack, trying to find the one Oliver had asked for.
"Oliver," Nick hissed. Miley stood up straight and turned around.
"He's one of my closest friends," she said coolly, before turning back to the CD rack. Oliver felt the awkward tension in the room, and got up.
"It's OK Miles, you can give it to me later," he said. "Maybe I should just go for now,"
"Good idea," Nick growled.
"You don't have to," Miley said, standing up straight, looking at Oliver. Oliver just looked at Nick, and then at Miley, shooting her a look that said Er, yeah I do before quickly walking out of the room. Miley rolled her eyes and looked at Nick.
"What was that for?" she asked, confused.
"You're dressed like that and there was a boy in the room!" he said.
"What? Oliver is one of my best friends and I know he wouldn't try anything on me! What is up with you? You're starting to get really obsessive lately. You know I love you right?"
"Obsessive?" Nick pushed her to the ground. Miley looked up at him, her eyes betraying confusion. ".," he said, kicking her at the start of every word. "I am your boyfriend, and would like you to show me a little more respect!" Miley was looking at him with only fear in her eyes. He just turned on his heel and left. After he'd closed the door, Miley began to cry.
"You lied Nick," she whispered. "You promised you'd never do it again."
It was six o'clock at night, and he was already drunk. The pub was becoming full of families sitting in the eating area with food in front of them. Joe couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten a proper meal. Joe couldn't remember the last time he slept at home in a bed. He held his head with his hands, and ordered another pint. Suddenly he felt tugging at his shirt. He looked down to see a small blonde girl, who couldn't of been older than five. He just ignored her and turned away.
"My mummy said she knew you," she said. Joe turned sharply, facing the girl.
"When did she say it?" he asked, unusually alert for a drunk idiot.
"To my daddy when we sat down," Joe decided to just ignore it. He looked like a lot of people, the person might of known Kevin. He looked down and the girl had gone. He sighed, and chugged down the pint of beer on the bar.
"Another," he said. Suddenly he felt a tugging again. He groaned and looked down.
"Here's my mummy," the girl said, and smiled. Her two front teeth were misiing. He looked up and fell off his stool. Oh he knew her alright.
