Author's Note: { "What most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in women is something masculine." - Susan Sontag } Yes, well, I totally agree with this. Obviously I find it attractive when a guy has something sensitive in his personality. Anyway, I quote because this and the next chapter KINDA has a connection with it. So, anyway.. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS. I LOVE YOU! More Niley! Short though. But I promise chapter 4 & 5 would be sooo much longer. ;)

Chapter Three

"Yeah?" was all I could say. I faced him and he looking at me, suspicious. What does he want?

"Nothing.. I just wanted to know if you're really Miley." he answered with a grin on his face. My eyes narrowed with his obviously pathetic statement. But I gave him a nod.

"Well, yeah, uh.. I am. Hi." I said faking a smile.

"Huh.. you changed... a lot." he was looking at me from head to toe, finally back to my eyes. "Didn't even recognize you when you were standing behind your Mom." he let out a light laugh, thinking it was funny. It wasn't, really.

"Very funny. Ha." I tried to get along, gritting my teeth as I speak.

"It's just, you changed so much. Who knew 9 years can make a great difference with height, hair, teeth..." He looked at every part as he spoke and then looked below my face, his eyes widening. "..boobs." He continued. I scoffed. "Oh, and you're growing a mustache, it's starting to show." he said while squinting his eyes and leaned forward. I wanted to slap him. I did it.. mentally. I covered my upper lip and glared at him.

"Well then, the famous Nick Grey hasn't changed at all, has he? Still the same stuck up boy who shoved almost anything you can pick up with your hands down the back of my shirt." I snapped and dropped my hand.

"You remember the time I shoved in a grasshopper? Classic." he chuckled, throwing his head back. I glared at him even more and he stopped. I turned my back from him and walked to my assigned room, I started to turn the doorknob, it was stuck. I turned it harder and pushed, it wouldn't budge. I groaned and placed my forehead on the wooden door.

"You can't get in, can you?" Nick chuckled behind me.

"No, I'm just hanging here, you know, randomly placing my forehead against this door is kinda fun. You should try it, really." I snapped. Then I felt him beside me and there was a thud on the door.

"It's rather painful, kinda boring too." I looked at him, and saw him in the same position I'm in. We both laughed. I leaned against the door and sighed, so did he. He stuck his hand in his pocket and I heard jiggling. He pulled out a key and handed them to me. I smiled.

"I keep the keys." he said.

"Of the entire house?" I questioned.

"No."

"Oh."

"Just.. your room." my eyes widened.

"Why?" I asked.

"It used to be my music room. It's now on the third floor though." he said placing his arms over his chest.

"You have a bathroom in your music room?"

"You don't wanna know what I do in there." he shrugged.

"Gross." I made a face and stuck the key in. I twisted the doorknob and it opened.

"Your bags are in there." he said before I could shut the door behind me. I opened it wider and looked right at him, smiling.

"Thanks." I said. There was something about Nick I couldn't put my finger on, but there was something about him. And it makes me want to look at him more. I smiled at him and closed the door. I turned and soaked in the view of my room—for the rest of the summer—as I turned on the lights. It was awesome. Cream painted walls, brown rugged floor and a doubles bed with beige covers. I grinned when I saw my own small closet with a built in mirror. I feel special, for this kind of preparation. This wasn't my room, but I felt comfortable. There was a window above the head of my bed and had white satin drapes over it. I saw my suitcases lined up against the wall. I flopped onto the bed, removing my sling bag and shoes. I breathed in the smell of my new temporary room. I should get used to this, to make sleeping easier. I closed my eyes and felt the comforters against my skin. But I remembered something.

I got up and slid my phone out my pocket. No messages? Maybe everyone thought I was still on the flight. I shook my head. All that traveling is tiring. I decided to take a shower. I took out a white towel from my suitcase and headed to the bathroom.

The bathroom is gorgeous. Ahh, the rich people. I stepped inside a small glass room. It was the shower. I turned it on and the soft splashes of water coming from the shower made me feel better. The water was warm, relaxing. I started to scrub down my body, getting rid of the sweat I've produced during the 10 hour flight. I sighed to myself and just let the drops touch my body.

I heard the guest room door open. Maybe it was Mom so I didn't bother checking. Mom doesn't really knock and she just enters my room and try not to eavesdrop, but she does, sometimes. I rarely get privacy from my Mom. She just feels the need to look at me at some point when she haven't seen my for a while. I pulled the towel off and wiped it on my damp body then wrapped it around me. I walked out the bathroom and saw Nick standing next to my bed not facing me.

"What are you doing here?" I shouted, surprised as I held on to my towel tighter. He turned around and backed-up a little.

"Oh my god. I didn't mean to. I didn't think you'd be done, so quick." I could see it, he was trying not to stare.

"I will repeat my question, what are you doing here?" my hair was still dripping.

"I just wanted to give this back." he held up my iPod.

"Why's that with you?" I hurried, asking him

"My mom found it on the floor, you.. must've dropped it." he placed it on the bed.

"Okay. Just leave it there, you may get out now. Go."

"Oh, right. Okay." he started to leave while patting his pocket, he was almost at the door when he came back and placed the earphones on the bed. "These too."

"Hurry!" I couldn't wait any longer and pointed at the door.

"Right. Sorry." he said hurrying to the door and left. I sighed and walked to the door. I placed my ear against the door, checking on him. I heard him whispering loudly to himself, cursing.

"Move along, Nick. Move along." I said against the door. I laughed on the inside. That was too close.

I changed as soon and as quickly as possible. Then brushed my hair as I blow dried it. I sighed to myself and checked my phone. 5 messages. Finally, people are starting to worry. I opened my inbox and the same suspects messaged me. Lily, my other friends and Dad. I smiled to myself as I read their messages.

From: Lily

Miles, wer r u ryt now? R u already in NJ? :(

I replied as soon as I could.

To: Lily

Yes, I am. But we're abt 2 hav dinner. Call me in a few so we cud talk.

I pressed send and after a few minutes she replied.

From: Lily

Oh, okay. Miss u already! :(

I placed my phone on the nightstand and sighed once again. I sprayed a little perfume on my neck then walked outside my room for dinner. But I think it would be good checking out the view from the balcony first. Maybe they wouldn't mind me exploring a little. So, I slid the door aside to the balcony. I didn't notice him from the inside but there he was, looking out in the open. He turned and smiled.

"Hey." he started. It was hard to see his face with only a small amount of light from a street lamp placed on the wall.

"Hi." I replied.

"Fully clothed." he noticed. That's very observant of you, Nick. Congratulations.

"You know the word 'knock'?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes actually. I don't seem to use it very often." he said smirking.

"You may have to, from now on." I leaned against the sliding door.

"Right." he cleared his throat. "You drop a lot of things around?"

"No. Not often but most of the time.. I think, do you?" I let out a small laugh.

"I don't drop. I fall. But not as much, only on special occasions." he shrugged.

"How clumsy." I laughed.

"You have no idea." he sighed. Something was suspicious about what he said, but my mind got off it when I felt my stomach rumble.

"Well. Maybe check out the view when it's a bit brighter. Wanna help out for dinner?" I started to step inside.

"I'll catch up." he said, putting his hand in the air awkwardly then drops it. I slid the door close. I started to realize Nick wasn't as bad as I expected him to be. He's grown up. Got to his senses. Still a bit sly though. I better watch my back. I turn my head and see him through the dark tinted glass door, falling to his knees.

More of Author's Note: Oh my god, what happened to Nick? GASP. I found the first part of the chapter adorable. ;) Sorry it's kind of cliffy. And short. I just kind of ran out of ideas. But the next chapter has even more Niley! Reviews will make my day. Have a great weekend! © bows and arrows.