The next morning they woke up to Nick's phone once again. But it wasn't a phone call this time. It was from the alarm he had set, going off. It was time for work. Time to earn some money to take care of him and his girl.

Miley was awaken by the noise. Flash back to yesterday but she didn't even move an eye lid. And she noticed Nick was doing the same so she turned to face him, seeing he was laying on his left side, facing away from her. "Nick," she said trying to get a reaction from him, but he didn't budge so she placed her hand on his shoulder and rocked his body back and forth. "Baby, it's time to get up. It's time to get ready for work." Nick rolled to his back and placed his hand on her shoulder and started feeling around. "What are you doing?" Then she giggled as his hand was moving up her neck, his fingers slightly gliding along her skin, making it tickle.

He still hadn't opened his eyes. "I'm trying to find the snooze button." After he spoke, a smile forced its way apon his lips.

"Will you stop fooling around, you're going to make yourself late." She took his hand off her.

Pretending he didn't hear her, "maybe it's not up there, and its farther down…" But before he could touch her body again, she slapped it down on the bed. "Ow, that hurt." He raised it up over his torso to look at it.

She immediately felt guilty, so grabbed his hand and kissed the now tender spot. "Better?" Before Nick was able to respond, she spoke again. "Good, now get up." Miley patted his thigh a few times.

"Gosh, you are worse than my mom," he told her as he started to climb out of bed. He turned and saw her not getting up. "What are you doing? You have to go to work too."

"Not for another hour. But you… You have," she looked at the time on his phone, "less than twenty minutes."

"But how are you going to get to work if I don't drive you?"

"Taylor is going to swing by and I'm going to get a ride with her to the hair salon." The hair salon was where Miley worked.

"Doesn't it take you girls like over an hour to get ready to go places?"

"You just don't want to be the only one up." She pointed out, trying to get to the bottom of it.

"Nooo," suddenly sounding like a child. "I just wanna get in the shower with you." His eyes getting sad and his lower lip slowly being pushed out. "We haven't had a chance yet."

She couldn't hold in the giggle. "If we do that then you will be late for work and you know it."

"Whats the worst what Mr. Millhouse could do to me? Fire me over 10 lousy minutes?" Clearly unaware of how a job works.

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"That's coming out of your pay Mr. Michaels," Nick's boss said. "Not a good first impression." He shook his head. "I hope you know that each minute you were late, I take a dollar out come pay day. And you were fifteen minutes late." Nick started to say something but he cut him off. "I like to talk business… not excuses. I don't care if your mama is sick and that's the reason for your late arrival. Rules are rules and I will not bend them for a irrespirable, worthless, lazy punk such as yourself. Got me?" Nick muttered something. "I SAID-"

"Yes, I got you!" Nick got another glare from his boss for cutting him off. Talking disrespectfully to him was probably going to come about and bite him in the butt come pay day. Nick should have said 'yes sir' instead of raising his voice back at him.

When his boss walked away and left him standing outside to tend to the shopping carts the customers had, Nick let it out some of his frustration from the conversation. Mumbling quietly but full of anger at the same time, "who are you to call me that? You don't know me!" Nick started to utter names, any that he could think of, came rolling off his tongue.

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Miley had beat Nick home and was eager to hear about his first day of work. She was startled by the door slamming. Nick was still mad from that conversation. The words still rang in his ears like his boss was in his mind, taunting him over and over. Miley felt like she was going to regret asking, but she did anyway, "how was work?"

Nick tossed his keys down on the stand. "He's going to rightfully earn the title of boss from hell." Nick kicked off his shoes and laid down on the bad. His body feeling the instant relief after a long day of pushing carts back. "Your's?"

She just looked at him. Not wanting to tell him she had fun washing people's hair, assisting the hairdressers, talking about gossip and other girl-oriented subjects like Channing Tatum, with the other girls in the salon. "It wasn't as bad as yours."

After he received a kiss from her, in her attempt to make him feel better about it, he decided he would just go to the batting cages in town and blow steam there. He told her what he was going to do and she understood, so she agreed that it was a good idea. Nick also gave her some money, that he had from his allowance, for her to go get something for supper and that he would just eat at the batting cages. Nachos or something.

Nick walked into the storage room to search for his baseball bat. But after about ten minutes of going through boxes, he couldn't find it, which added to his frustrations. "MILEY," he hollered not so kindly from the room and then appeared in the doorway of it. "Have you seen my bat?" His eyebrows were raised up.

"No I haven't. Not since you put it in the box when you were at your parents' house…" She stated as she walked by him to enter the room to look for it.

"Well you were the only one that has been rummaging through this stuff in here. Maybe you moved it?" He meant it as a question but his tone made it sound anything but.

She knew he gets this way, and she knew the best thing to do was just give him space like she would one of her friends if their blood was boiling. "Noo, I didn't touch it. I haven't seen it, in order to touch it. Maybe it fell out in the back of the car… Do you want me to go down and look?" She said, trying her best to keep her tone calm toward him, but she hates being treated and talked that way, like she was the cause of a problem when she wasn't at all.

"If it fell out, wouldn't you think I would have seen it?" Glaring at her.

Miley had enough. She pushed him out of her way and went down to the car. Sure enough it had fallen out and was hidden under the backseat. She turned around to meet him behind her waiting on the curb. "I told you." With both hands she pressed it to his chest, catching him off guard causing him to stumble back a step. "Have fun." She left him to go off to the batting cages without a kiss, or a goodbye. He didn't even get a 'see you when you get back'.

**I know this is kind of short, the last few were over 2000 words, but the story is coming to an end soon, (probably two more chapters or so?) then I started on Staking Around Love which will be longer than this one, chapter wise, not word count.
I lit a small fire under their feet. And they are started to get a little uncomfortable. And i havnt even gotten started on the managing money yet. That will probably come about in the next chapter. And I'll probably skip ahead in time too.
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