Chapter Four.
Miley.
I sighed. I didn't remember Ashley coming off so... strong. In fact, I kind of remembered her being one of my best-friends and laid back. I threw my head back on the seat, looking at Nick.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked him quietly.
He shrugged, turning to me. "I don't know what we can do. Hope she doesn't tell I guess."
I looked forward again as he started the car, pulling out. "Where to?"
"An abandoned parking lot."
He chuckled, obeying. "What are we gonna do there?"
"Make out passionately until we forget about our issues," I groaned.
Nick laughed, letting go of the wheel to hold my hand. I felt the sparks rush up as I got goosebumps. Those never got old. "We're gonna be fine, Miley."
"I know we are," I smiled at him. "I just... It's been so easy."
He stopped the car in some abandoned bank and turned off the car. "You do know people are gonna find out eventually, right?"
"I know that, Nicholas," I said with fake annoyance as he grinned. "I was just saying that I like it better like this."
"Okay, Miley Ray," he imitated."When do you think we should tell everyone? We gotta do it soon."
"I don't wanna tell," I whined, digging my head into his chest. We had both gotten out and went into the backseat instead, making it much comfier.
He pulled me away, jokingly by my hair, to look at him. "We need to."
"I know."
"I think we should do it within the next month."
"I think we shouldn't worry about it."
He shook his head at me, leaning down and almost touching my lips. Except then he stopped. Tease. "We need to."
"I'd rather not," I mumbled, leaning up, ready to suck his entire face off. The minute he started kissing back was amazing. We had to do this more often. I smiled into it as he asked for entrance, skimming his tongue across my bottom lip.
My pleasure.
I pulled away suddenly as panic struck his face, not knowing what he did wrong. I smiled. "Am I a better kisser than Selena?"
He pulled me back in, a huge grin coming across his face. "Hell yeah," he murmured as we took a breath. "Your pants are vibrating."
"That'd be my phone, Pervert," I rolled my eyes, smacking him upside the head. "Quiet, it's my mom. She doesn't know where I am."
"You're such a rebel."
I shot him a look, answering the call. "Hello?"
"Hey, are you coming for dinner?"
"Um, yeah," I sighed. I really didn't want to leave Nick, but I couldn't exactly just come home at one in the morning without my mom interrogating me. I pushed my luck by leaving before any of them were up. "Yeah, what time?"
"Six."
"Okay, home by six, got it."
"Where are you, anyways?" she asked.
"At the bank. I'm gonna go shopping."
"Okay, bye, Sweetie."
"Bye, Mom," I hung up as Nick just looked at me, his eyebrows raised.
"I don't think this bank is open," he looked around. "By the way, you have a debit card. Why would you go to the bank?"
I shook my head at him, leaning back into our kiss. "Okay, my mom bought it, so should you."
"You wanna go shopping?" He pulled away.
"When don't I want to go shopping?" I challenged. He let out another laugh, shaking his head. "Let's go shopping then."
Nick wanted to go shopping? I obviously have the wrong kid in my car, because my boyfriend wouldn't go shopping if I paid him. By the hour. "At a store I like?"
"No, a hardware store," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Why do you want to go shopping?"
"I woke you up at five in the morning. The least I can do is let you have a perk from it," he got out of the car and went back to the front seat. I, however, simply climbed over the seats.
"We don't need to, Nicky. I swear, I'm having a blast with you," I put my hand on his shoulder, leaning against it.
"Yeah, 'cause Ashley was so much fun."
"Take out Ashley and today was perfect," I giggled, resting my feet on the dash. "I had McDonald's for the first time in like, two years, and I spent all day with you."
"Miley, you need to be home by six. It's three hours max. I can handle it, I promise," he told me parking.
"Fine," I smiled. I opened my own door, running to his in a split second and opening it.
"I think I'm supposed to do that," he chuckled, getting out as I laughed.
"But you're coming shopping with me, I figured I'd open yours this time," I grinned at him, grabbing onto his hand. "You're sure you want to do this?"
He threw his head back before looking at me with annoyance. "We went over this, already. I want to go."
"Okay."
I walked into the mall, before looking at Nick in mock horror. "Come here. Someone's gonna recognize us."
"So, how are you going to fix that?"
"I'm gonna put your bush in a ponytail." I started combing through his hair as he fidgeted. "Stop it. You're gonna look hot."
"Then put your hair up to," he protested.
"I'll go buy a hat," I stated as he completely pulled away then as I held on tight to his hair, not letting go.
"Ow!" he cursed. "Ow, that hurt."
I rolled my eyes. "Why would you pull your own hair, then?"
"I expected you to let go!" he snarled.
I finally got it all back, putting it up. "Why would I let go?"
"Because I pulled away," he stated as if it was obvious. I shrugged, walking into the first store we came across. First thing was first, I had to find a sweatshirt and hat so no one would recognize me. I spotted them both near each other on a rack and just grabbed them, going to check out.
"Miley, I need a better disguise."
I rolled my eyes at him again, pulling him to the side. "Here," I began to unbutton his shirt a little, throwing his fancy tie away. it looked cocky anways. "There. You look nothing like Nick Jonas."
I walked into another store, instantly finding their racks of jeans. "I like these," I held them up to Nick. They had rips in them and he just nodded, picking up some dark skinny jeans. "Those are cute too!" I grabbed them from him. "See? You're such a good little helper."
He shook his head at me, moving onto the next rack.
"Hey, Miley," he called a few minutes later. "I like these for you. I definitely think you should buy them."
I looked over, looking at what he was holding. My jaw dropped. "Nick, I can't wear those in public!"
"Oh, you better not. You only wear them in my supervision," he smiled, putting them on top of the stack of pants in my hands.
"I think it's time to move onto the shirts."
"Oh, I already found one," he grinned deviously before walking off. He came back with a thin, see-through white shirt that was as low-cut as it could get. "I think it'd look good with that black bra you have."
"How do you know I have a black bra, Nicholas?"
"Because you hide me in your closet. What do you expect me to do in there?"
"Not look through my bras," I yelled, making sure no one else could hear us.
He shrugged, holding the shirt up against my body. "So I'll take it you don't want the shirt?"
"No, I definitely don't."
"Fine, but I think you'd look stunning."
"Nick, put it back," I laughed, moving onto the tops I'd actually wear.
I grabbed a few, adding them to the pile before going to the fitting room. I nodded at all of the outfits, accepting them. I really liked some of them. I'd wear them.
"Ready?" Nick asked once I came out, taking half of the huge pile from me.
"Let's go," I grinned, putting one pair of jeans back.
We both walked up together, him putting down his stack before I laid the rest of the clothes on top of it. The lady began to ring them up as Nick sighed, looking in the general direction of where we were, saying something on how it was my last chance to get that shirt. Even if I got it I wouldn't wear it, though.
I took out my wallet once everything was done getting scanned, looking for my debit card.
"Mi, this is my treat," Nick put a hand on my wrist, already giving his Debit card to the woman.
"Nick-"
"Here you go," she handed me the many bags of clothes I had gotten. I pursed my lips at Nick who was now typing his pin into the machine. He should not be paying right now.
Once Nick was done he took most of the bags from me as I shook my head at him.
"Are you seriously mad?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Mi, it was my treat."
"A treat is an ice-cream cone, or something, Nick. Not four hundred dollars worth of clothing," I let out a breath. "If I knew you were paying I wouldn't have gotten so much."
"That would be why I didn't tell you I was paying," he chuckled. "I wanted to buy you it, okay? If I didn't I would've let you pay."
"Fine," I gave in. "But when I become that spoiled wife who expects too much out of her husband, I want you to remember this day where it all started."
"That isn't gonna happen."
"Why's that?" I tilted my head. Oh boy. Here comes a cheesy comment.
"If you ever became one of those wives I'd divorce you."
Or, he could give me one of his witty remarks. That works too. I ruffled his hair, playfully glaring at him as he got into the driver's seat.
"You really are something, Nick," I shook my head, another huge smile on my face. I wouldn't give it up for anything.
Nick.
Three weeks later and we were out again. Ashley made us even more cautious than before, and we didn't take many risks after she found out. Therefore, it had been a week and a half since I'd last went out with her. Eleven. Freaking. Days. Sure, we saw each other at a few award shows and things, but other than that, we didn't get a date for an entire week. Almost two. When I was free, she was busy. Then, when I was busy, she was free.
I went to her house, driving in through the gate. I turned off the car, expecting to be there for awhile – Miley always ran late, after all. Except then I saw Miley was already ready and running towards me. She was on time? This was a first. Something must be wrong.
She hopped in the car, slamming the door quicker than ever. "Drive!"
"Okay," I followed her urgent demand, pulling out of her house. "What's wrong? Why did we leave so quick?"
"I was about to die," she panted. "I haven't kissed you at all in almost two weeks."
"I know, it was killing me too, so I went over to Selena's house and kissed her instead. She was kind of confused, but it worked," I retorted to her dramatics.
"Suddenly not kissing you doesn't seem as bad," she stuck her tongue out. "Except, wait. Nick Jonas would never do that, would you?"
I put my hand over the middle of the two seats, grabbing hers. "Never in my life."
"Good boyfriend," she cooed, petting my hair. "What are we gonna do today, Nicky?"
"We're going to the Hannah Montana studio."
"You're serious?" she rose her eyebrows. "Why?"
"I have big plans for you there," I winked at her, hoping no one stopped by the studio. It's supposed to be closed all day. I'm just lucky because I have a key.
"These must be big plans if you're really going to take me back to my Hannah Montana days."
Once we got there I ran over, opening her door and grabbing her hand again. I unlocked the door for us, moving her in until we hit the stage. Good, no one changed anything. There was one table in the middle with two chairs, then one spotlight shining on it.
"Oh, wow," Miley whispered. "It's actually romantic."
"C'mon," I pulled her to the table, pulling out her chair. "Be right back with our food."
I came back with the meatloaf I had had someone make especially for Miley, smiling at her as I set it on the table. "Your favorite."
"I'm impressed, Nick."
"Wait til you see the desert," I smiled.
Miley grabbed two pieces of the pizza, setting them on her plate as I did the same. "How'd you get a key for this place, anyways?"
"Connections. Really good connections."
"Obviously."
"How was your past eleven days?"
"Terrible, I didn't see you in person for longer than five seconds at all," she pouted.
"I know, I know," I sighed as she immediately switched subjects, starting a new conversation.
"Okay, ready? I'm gonna go get the desert."
"I am definitely ready," she smiled as I got up, bringing the chocolate pie to the table.
"This looks amazing," she scanned it.
I cut her a piece, watching her taste it. "I definitely made it."
"Sure you did," she laughed. "You better watch your insulin if you're gonna eat this. It has to be the unhealthiest thing in the world but it's so good."
"Thank you, Mom," I mocked, taking my first bite. Oh, it was actually pretty good. "I think we need to spend the rest of the day together. I've missed-"
Then, her phone went off mid-sentence. I groaned as she rolled her eyes and looked at it annoyed as if it was disturbing her very important date. Which it was. No one should be texting her right now. It was my time with her. Except that's the problem with a secret relationship, she had to at least check the text.
She read it over hastily until suddenly her face froze as she faced me again.
"We have a huge problem." She slid her phone over to my side of the table, watching me read it. My heart literally stopped once I finished, looking up at Miley again. This was a little bigger than huge. We were gonna be dead.
You and your "not boyfriend" are on the front page of US... Kissing. I'd check it out stat. -Ashley
Shit. Kissing? There was no way we could avoid that. Unless we said it was photoshopped, but that lie could easily be corrected. Especially since it had to be out in public sometime. Oh, Crap.
"Well, I guess we will be spending all day together then," I let out a forced smile as she stood up, covering the pie again. Obviously, she didn't get my sense of humor at the moment.
"We need to go see the picture."
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