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

MILEYS POV

He grabbed his pyjamas and went into his bathroom to get changed. I walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. I pulled out a pair of my own shorts and a t-shirt belonging to Nick.

I pulled off my skinny jeans and pulled on my loose shorts. I swapped my t-shirt for Nicks. It hung off my shoulders, exposing both my bra straps. The soft material hit my knees, clearly longer than my shorts.

'I'm coming in. Are you decent?' Nick asked.

'Yeah, come through.' I replied, taking my hair from the bauble and letting it hang down to my waist.

'Is that mine?' Nick asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

'No. I just thought buying t-shirts three sizes too big for me would be awesome.' I replied sarcastically, turning around to face him.

'Take it off.' Nick smirked.

'You'd love that, wouldn't you. Now, we need to go.' I said, walking out of his room and going downstairs.

'Do you honestly think I'm the kind of guy that tries to grope his girlfriend at every chance?' he asked me, following me out.

'I'm not going to answer that.' I smiled cheekily, slowing down so he could catch up with me.

'Well, you are pretty hot.' he said, wrapping his arm around me.

'Not going to work. And we're missing Sex and the City.' I told him, running downstairs and sitting on the couch.

'How did I get pulled into watching this one? Nick asked, rolling his eyes.

'Because you love me.' I said, pulling on his arm so he sat next to me.

'Nick, you may watch this girly shit, but I don't. I'm off. Night, mum.' Joe said, running upstairs.

'I'd better go too. Don't stay up too late, promise?' Denise sighed.

'You know what?' Nick asked, when Denise was out of earshot.

'What?' I asked, biting my lip and looking up at him

'I love you.'

'te amo.' I smirked. 'I had my Spanish exam yesterday.'

'Unlucky. I had English. Romeo and fucking Juliet. The one everyone knows.'

I burst out laughing.

'What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the east! And Juliet is the sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief.' Nick said dramatically. 'That's all I can remember.'

'Hmm… Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, if thou will not be sworn, my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.' I added.

(A/N: Sorry if any of that's wrong. I done it from memory)

'Do you want to go to that dance the school are having tomorrow?' Nick asked, taking my hand in his.

'I wasn't going to. Its going to be one of those lame ones. But, we could always say we were going and ditch off.' I smirked.

'That's a good idea.' he agreed, leaning down to kiss me.


'Miley, wake up. Its almost eleven.'

'I'm up, I'm up.' I murmured, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

'Good. Now try and wake him.' Denise said, pointing at Nick. 'I will give you a trophy if you can, no one has managed to do it as of yet.'

'I doubt I'll be able to. I'm not a wizard.' I smiled back, 'But I promise I'll try.'

'Good luck with that.'

Denise left the room and I stood up.

'Nick, please wake up.' I whispered, leaning over him. Suddenly, I was being pulled down on top of him.

'Are you still asleep?' I asked, running my index finger up and down his chest.

'Maybe.' he smirked, opening his eyes.

'Liar. Now let go of me.'

'But I like holding you close to me.' he pouted.

'Well, there's a difference between holding me close and attempted dry humping.' I hissed bitterly, pulling his arms away from me. I grabbed my clothes and went into his bathroom to get changed.

'For fucks sake Miley, I'm just a guy!' he yelled.

I pulled on my grey sweats and a plain white t-shirt that I had painted 'Miley' on the back in a reddish-pink. I got my trainers on and went downstairs.

'Did you get Nick up?' Denise asked.

'Yeah, but he's probably went back to sleep. We kinda had a fight.' I sighed.

'Tell me what happened.' Denise said, wrapping her arms around me.

I sighed and started telling her what had happened.

'I'll talk to him for you. Not that I'm kicking you out, but your mum called about five minutes ago. She needs you to take Noah out.'

'Guess I'm going.' I smiled. 'Thanks.'

'Its not a problem. You're like my daughter, Miley. I'd do anything for you, remember that.'


'Noah, stop complaining!' I hissed, slapping her arm gently.

'What's wrong with you? You're the fun one!' she asked, looking up at me.

'I had a fight with Nick, ok?'

'Oooh! Your boyfriend.' Noah smirked.

'Shut it. If he keeps going the way he's going, he wont be my boyfriend for much longer.'

Noah realised I was totally pissed off and ran to the play park. I sat under a huge tree and pulled my knees up to my chest. I started to cry quietly.

'I hate Nick.' I murmured to myself, pulling on the ends of my hair. But you love him. The voice inside my head nagged.

I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. I looked up and opened one eye.

'I'm sorry.' Nick said, kissing my cheek. I pushed him away.

'I don't know if I can trust you anymore.' I told him truthfully.

'Mi, I wouldn't intentionally do anything to hurt you. But, in my defence, I'm a teenage guy with an amazingly hot girlfriend.'

'So you're basically using me for my body?' I spat, getting up and walking away from him.

'No! Come back, please.' he called after me. I broke into a run.

'Don't do this to yourself or me.' he said, grabbing my waist to pull me back.

'What?' I asked.

'That came out wrong.' Nick told me, taking both my hands in his. 'Miley, I honestly love you. I wouldn't do anything you weren't comfortable with. However, you need to cut me some slack, because I'm a teenage guy, with a very beautiful girlfriend.'

'Come here.' I smiled, wrapping him in a hug.

'Are we ok then?' he asked, kissing my forehead.

'We're always ok.' I smiled, resting my head on his chest.

'Miley! I wanna go for ice cream!' Noah moaned, pulling on end of my coat.

'I guess I'd better be going. See you later.' Nick said, kissing my forehead again.

'No. Come with us. Then we can go back to mine for dinner. My mum wont mind.' I said hastily.

'What about the school dance?'

'Theres one of those every Saturday. We'll go next time.'

'I don't care who comes or where you go next! I just want ice cream!' Noah retorted, raising her arms.

'Fine. Ice cream it is baby.' I smiled, lifting her up with great difficulty.

'Miley! You're dropping me.' she mumbled, grabbing the neck of my t-shirt.

'Noie, you're six now. You're getting heavier.' I said, shifting her weight across my body.

'I'll come, but I'm paying.' Nick insisted, taking Noah from me.

'How come he can lift me?'

'He's stronger than me.' I said, walking down the path to the main street.


'I want a chocolate and a vanilla and a strawberry and a raspberry and a cookie crumble scoop in mine.' Noah asked, salivating slightly at the thought.

'We'd better ask mum and dad first.' the woman said. Whoa. I knew I looked older than I was, but really?

'We're not her parents. I'm her big sister and this is my boyfriend.'

'Sorry. You look really grown up.'

'Its ok. And she can have it if she wants.' I smiled. Then I lowered my voice so Noah couldn't hear. 'But don't give her any toppings or sauces.'

'Ok. And what about you two?'

'I'll have the honeycomb. What about you, Nick?'

'Just vanilla.' he said, taking out his wallet.

'Pfft. You're boring.' I smirked.

'That's $7.87' smiled the woman.

'I got it.' Nick said, handing her a $10 note.

'Thank you.' the woman said, handing him his change.

I took the tray and Noah led the way to a table. I put the tray on the table and sat on the chair. Noah sat opposite me and Nick beside me.