Miley POV
"Get the hell out! I'm sleeping Darota!" I screamed. Uh, that wasn't helping my hangover "if I wanted breakfast I would ask for it over the god damn intercom!"
"Yes Miss Destiny" she nodded slightly and walked out of my room hurriedly.
I know im being a bitch you don't have to tell me. But seriously I was experiencing my first hangover was I meant to act like everything was perfectly fine? Like I didn't have a throbbing, pulsing headache and all my muscles didn't ache like hell? I'm just trying out channel it out and if that means screaming at Darota I'll do it. I mean, I'm never mean towards her normally. I'm sure she can take one day of my bitchiness.
I rolled over in bed only to topple over the edge and land on the floor with a thud. Well that's one way to get out of bed. I hauled myself off of the floor and walked out of my bedroom and went into the bathroom on my floor of the house. Yeah, I have a whole floor to myself. I claimed it and had it refurbished to my taste after my parents announced their second year long business trip. So now the only colours on this floor are royal blue, royal purple, gold, silver, cream, white, chocolate brown and black. Classy and chic.
I looked in the mirror, god I look like a mess. I splashed my face with cold water then dried it with a towel. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower letting the hot jets of water hit my body. Felt my muscles tense at the sudden temperature change then begin to relax slowly. I lathered my hair with my strawberry and coconut shampoo, rinsed it out then slipped out of the shower and wrapped a soft, fluffy towel around me. I hurried back over to my bedroom pulled a white cotton summer dress with flowers sewn onto the hem which came just above the middle of my thigh. I walked over to my shoe closet, took out some gold gladiator sandals, put them on and tied them loosely. I walked over to the intercom and pressed the talk button.
"Darota?!" I shouted into the speaker.
"Yes Miss Destiny?"
"1; could you make me some scrambled eggs and I send them up to my dining room and 2; just call me Miley" I sighed, walking away from the intercom.
I wonder how Demi is. I walked out of my bedroom and into my office. I sunk into the leather chair and picked up the phone then punched in Demi's number. It rang a few times before she picked up.
"This is Demi" she said stifling a yawn.
"Demsterz it's Milerz" I twirled a piece of hair between my fingers.
"Oh hey girlie" she paused "Miley do you know what time it is?"
I glanced towards the clock on the wall "10am."
"Yes Miley and what does Demi do until 11am?" she was talking to me like I was 3.
"I don't care. But I'm bored; can we go over to Joeys?"
"Fine I'll be at yours in 15. Call Joe and tell him we're coming over"
"Yes ma'am" I hung up then dialled Joe's house number.
"Joey!" I yelled not waiting for him to say hello.
"Um I don't remember becoming Joe" I heard Nick chuckle.
"Oh, hi Nick"
"Hi Miley" he chuckled again.
"Am I amusing you?"
"Yes actually, you are"
"Nice to know" I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I'll go fetch Joey for you" he said imitating the way I said "Joey".
"Thank you, Nicholas" I waited patiently while tapping the desk with a pencil.
"Yo dis is DJ Danga in da house and you is on da speaker phone"
"Joseph it's me, not one of your crew"
"Oh cool what's up Miles?"
"The sun and the sky" I said sarcasm dripping from voice.
"Haha very funny Miley, but seriously?"
"Me and your girlfriend have decided to come round to your house to annoy you"
"Miles why come over to annoy me when you're doing it now?"
"Joseph Adam Jonus! Treat that girl with some respect" I heard Nick scold.
"Thanks Nick" I shouted through the phone.
"No problem Miley" Nick shouted.
"Can you slap him for me?"
"No, leave that to Demi she can hit him without him hitting her back"
"Thanks for the tip" I heard him chuckle then footsteps fading away.
"Miles you're not really gonna ask Demi to slap me are you? She's done it before and it stings really bad"
"Maybe" I heard Demi's car pull up outside "got to go Joe we'll be there in ten" I hung up and ran downstairs "Darota just get rid of the eggs, I'm going out" I said running to the door.
"Yes Miss Miley."
Nicks POV
I collapsed onto my bed just taking in the floral scent of the sheets. There was nothing to do Joe was home but he was with Demi and Miley and I was completely convinced they wouldn't want me there. I heard someone's heels click on the marble surface of the stairs, probably just Demi or Miley coming to the toilet or something. I heard the clicks stop outside my door and the door click open. I looked up to see Demi stood there in mid-calf leather boots, skinny dark blue jeans and a white cotton blouse with ruffles down the middle.
"Oh sorry Nick, I was trying to find a toilet. I still get lost in here you know with me not being used to big houses" she smiled slightly. Demi had always been nice to me actually she was the only who had been nice to me. She was just like that; kind hearted would describe her best. I smiled back faintly then went back to staring into space.
"Hey what's up you're spacing out a lot and you're being really quiet" I felt my bed sink down ever so slightly at the end. I looked up to see Demi sat at the end of my bed; her legs crossed, her elbows rested on the inside of her knees with her head rested in her hands causing her elbows to push down on her legs
"It's nothing; you'll just think I'm stupid" I said breaking the gaze between us.
"Nick you should know me by now the only people I think are even slightly stupid are Joe and-at times-Miley. So tell me, what gives?"
"I just feel left out, I mean I've felt like that my whole life, it's just now the feeling is starting to bug me and I don't like it one bit. I just want to know if the grass really is greener on the other side"
"Well then come and find out" she said tugging on my hand. I gave her a confused look "I mean come hang out with me, Joe and Miley" she smiled encouragingly. I stood up and followed her out the room and down the stairs and into the chill out room. Joe was laid on his back on a sofa with his feet stuck up in the air staring pointlessly at the ceiling while Miley was laid flat on her stomach on another sofa with her face buried in a pillow.
"Demi?" Miley mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah I'm here. I brought someone with me"
"Did you bring in another homeless cat into my house?" Joe said putting air quotes around homeless.
"No, not unless you consider your brother a homeless cat" Miley piped up. How the hell did she know it was me?
"As I said she brought another homeless cat" he muttered.
"Joseph Adam Jonus! I heard that; do not call your brother a homeless cat!" Demi screeched and dived on top of Joe then started to mess up his hair.
"Dude, I love your girlfriend" I said in-between laughs "she can beat you up and you can't do anything" I saw Miley from the corner of my eye; she was laughing while squirming around on the sofa clutching her stomach. I turned back towards Demi and Joe; ew, they were making out.
"My eyes!" Miley screamed. I chuckled lightly as she stood up with her eyes covered by one hand and ran out of the room. I heard a loud thud and a faint voice croak "dang flabbit". I walked out of the room to see miley on the floor her hand over her forehead with red liquid seeping through her fingers. I quickly knelt down beside her.
"Miley?" she groaned "Miley talk to me, please?"
"I'm alive Nick" she whispered.
"Come on I'll take you too the hospital. We'll leave those two to making out they won't even notice we're gone" she nodded slightly. I pulled her up and draped her arm across my shoulder and wrapped my arm around her waist. I took her to the kitchen and sat her on the counter.
"Wipe your hand with this" I said handing her a tissue "this might hurt a little" I said gently dabbing around her cut with a wet cloth. I needed something to soak up the blood. I checked the medical cupboard crap no medical wraps. I shrugged out of my plaid shirt then took off my white undershirt and placed on the counter next to Miley. I shrugged the plaid shirt back on and buttoned it up halfway.
I picked up the white shirt and handed it to Miley "hold it to your head it will soak up the blood."
"No nick. It's your shirt, it will be ruined" she protested.
"I've got loads more" I replied. She placed it to her head without further protest smiling slightly.
At The Hospital
Miley POV
I was sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Nick was sat beside me fiddling with his with his phone.
"Miley Cyrus?" a young blonde woman called out. Nick automatically stood up. I stood up quickly and followed the nurse into a small room with plain beige walls, a medical bed with wheels, a sofa and a desk "now can you please go through what happened?"
"Well I ran out of room with my eyes covered and slammed into a wall" she looked at me like I was a psycho "yeah I know it was stupid."
"Yes well" she trailed off at the end. She removed Nick's shirt from my forehead to examine it. I felt warm liquid slowly ooze out. Great I was still bleeding no doubt I would need stitches and a bandage over it.
"Well you're going to need surgical stitches so that means we will have to put you to sleep for a little while" she said. Oh god, no, no, no, I do not do needles or surgery. Uh-uh. I felt my eyes fill with tears a few spilling down my cheeks. Nick cautiously walked towards me.
"Come on Miley. You wanna live don't you?" I nodded "then let them operate. I promise you won't feel a thing."
"O-ok" I said shakily.
"Alrighty lets get you ready, I'll get you a hospital gown" she said walking away. I instantly broke down into sobs. I could end up with a scar across my forehead. God what would the girls think of me they'll probably make it social hell for me. I felt a pair of arms wrap round me.
"Miley why are you scared? Didn't I just explain it will all be fine?"
"B-but I'll end up with a s-scar, the girls will h-hate me" I sobbed into his chest.
"Miley I promise you that you won't get a scar, even if you did everyone would love you just as much" I heard the nurse re-approach Nick and hand him something "come on lets get you in this hospital gown" he whispered into my ear. I nodded and took the gown from him while he went and shut the door to the room.
"I'll turn around while you're changing" what a gentleman. Lucas would probably just watch and drool. Pig. I quickly slipped off my clothes and pulled on the gown then realised I that I needed Nick to tie the back.
"Hey Nick?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you tie the back? I can't reach it"
"Sure" his hands brushed against my skin as he tied the strings sending sparks flying throughout my body. Ok that was weird. I smiled and thanked him before sitting on the sofa. He quickly followed and sat beside me. I leaned into him gently and smiled to myself.
"So what are you scared of the needle or the operation?"
"Both" I replied quietly.
"Why?"
"Um I'd rather not remember"
"Oh ok then"
"What are we gonna tell Demi and Joe?"
"That it's their fault you're in here because technically it is" he laughed slightly making me smile.
Nicks POV
Miley was about to be put to sleep through being injected with some sleeping fluids.
"I'm scared" she whispered to me as the nurse numbed the area where she was going to inject her.
"You'll be fine Miley if they inject you in the right spot you wont feel a thing"
"Really?" her face lit up after I said that.
"Yup I had an operation when I was 10 and I didn't feel a thing" I smiled down at her. She looked so vulnerable just laid there.
"Ok we're gonna send you to sleep now Miley. After the injection count backwards from 5 and you should be asleep by 1." Miley turned her head away as the nurse injected her. I turned away and looked down at Miley; her eyes were squeezed shut with her nose scrunched up while her spare hand fumbled around for something. It hand brushed against mine then quickly grasped it.
"It don't hurt that much does it?" I said worriedly.
"No, it just feels funny like something cold is running around inside my arm."
Soon her face relaxed and her hand lost its grip around mine. She was asleep. The nurses took her out of the room. Leaving me stood there. I sat down on the sofa my and Miley had previously occupied and sighed. This was gonna be a long day.
