I Hate Everything About You..

(JSYK - this chapter skips 2 years…. Miley & Nick are 13)

'I cant believe that its Halloween!' Zoey exclaimed, searching through my make up drawer.

'I cant either… what are you dressing up as?'

'Vampire..'

'Ah… I don't know yet.'

'Leave that to me, Smiler. I'll get you a costume that will have Nick drooling.'

'Zoey, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't like Nick?'

'You can tell me as much as you want, but I'm not believing it.'

I bit my lip and rolled my eyes. Zoey could be really annoying sometimes.

'Smiler? Are you still with me?' Zoey snapped, clicking her fingers in front of my face.

'Sorry, zoned out for a bit-'

'We need to work on your costume, lets go shopping!'


'Zoey, this is kinda short.'

'Its fine.'

'My mum and Paul will throw a fit.' I growled.

'and Nick will be drooling all night. I'll take the blame for it.' Zoey said, tying the ribbon at the back of the corset she had forced me into.

'What am I supposed to be anyway?'

'Dark angel. Duh. Black skirt, black corset with an electric pink ribbon, pink fishnets, black 6" heels and electric pink feather wings. I know where to get them all. And I can do your make up easily.'

'Fine.'


'Sit still or your make up wont be right! It took forever to get the pink streaks through your hair!'

'Shut up, Zoey!'

'Just sit STILL. Im almost done. I just gotta get the little bit of blood running down your chin.'

I felt the bristles of the make-up brush draw a line on my lip and chin. It was tickly, but if I laughed, Zoey would be likely to murder me.

'Done. Lets go!'

'Finally.'

'We'd better hurry - do you think your mum will drive us?'

'Probably.'


I was sitting on a bean bag chair at the party, licking cream from a cake off of my hands. I had been asked who I was so many times, I had just decided to stay away. I was sick of saying my name.

A guy dressed as a punk rocker came over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the dance floor.


'We're home!' Zoey yelled, walking into my house.. She had always referred to my house as her second home.

'Good to see you. You should have called and I'd've came to pick you up, save you from walking.'

'We didn't wanna bother you, mum.' Zoey replied, falling back onto the couch. 'Can I sleepover tonight?'

'Sure. Just don't make too much noise. Tay's asleep.'

'Lets go upstairs, Zoey.' I suggested, heading towards my bedroom.

Hehe. Ok. You can kill me now. This was supposed to be the Halloween chapter. I started writing it a few days before Halloween, and then I had too much studying to do, so I didn't get it finished. I was gonna upload it last week, but my dog, the retard, broke her leg, and I was carrying her all over the house (note: huskeys are HEAVY). I was going to finish it and upload it on Wednesday after school, but I had my stupid HPV jag on Wednesday, so until today, I couldn't move my arm, and therefore found it hard t o type.

Now, you CAN kill me, but before you raise your murder weapons, remember; if im dead, I cant update J