Cold as You.
Chapter Four.
"Red or blue?"
"What, sorry, I fell asleep after the fourth outfit!" Selena whined as I tried to get dressed. I'm sorry, if I thought a female opinion was valid to my first date with Miley. Technically, it was our first date; together at least. Our first, first one was dinner… with the family. Our second one, wasn't official. And we'd hardly hung out just the two of us, there was always someone around. But tonight, we were each other's. And that was big.
Selena rolled her eyes as her blackberry beeped again, and she checked it. Giggling, and blushing before replying. "Drew said I looked cute today, I knew he'd like my red top." Selena said flicking her hair. I rolled my eyes.
"Sel, back to earth? Red or blue?" I hissed throwing putting both of the shirts in front of my shirtless form and sighing when seeing none were better then the other.
"I don't see why you're trying so hard… the chicks smitten over you." Selena muttered rolling her eyes, sitting up on my bed. I put both of the shirts back into my wardrobe. "Avoid red, it's trying too hard. What's her favourite colour?" Selena asked.
"Orange. She loves orange." I replied.
"That is so weird. No one, other than Keke in my English class has ever like the colour orange." Selena muttered to herself. "White shirt, orange jumper, white trousers – no ankles and orange vans." Selena said. "And since you have my take on the outfit, it's perfect." She said winking at me.
"You're a goddess, Sel." I said grabbing all the clothes and beginning to throw them on.
"Yes, yes. Can I go now?" Selena asked rolling her eyes and picking up her coat, throwing it on she got up. "Where did I throw my shoes?" She asked looking around.
"I don't know. Check downstairs?" I muttered.
"Okay, see you tomorrow at school." Selena said. "Bye Nick!" She called out. "Good luck." She muttered.
"Thanks." I muttered. I finally got dressed, slipping my wallet into my back pocket and my phone into my front. I ran my hands through my hair, spraying it lightly with hairspray to make it shine. Wiping my face, I sighed checking my reflection, good enough. Walking outside, I made my way to Miley's house. Knocking on her door.
"Nick, you're early." She said smiling at me. She was dressed in green skinny jeans, a tight tank top underneath a loose white shirt. She had her hair up and her bangs in her face, she blushed as I realised I was staring at her.
"Sorry, I was a little… excited." I explained.
"It's cool, do you want to leave?" She asked excitedly.
"Yeah, sure. I'm going to take you to some of my favourite places tonight." I said putting my arm around her as we walked off.
"Really? Where is it?" she asked looking up at me. I chuckled.
"If I told you, there'd be no fun in my behalf, would there?" I asked.
"Err, I thought just being with me should be fun." Miley said giggling. I laughed hugging her.
"Yes, that is a win-win situation." I muttered kissing her forehead. She gasped as we reached a small restaurant on the beach.
"Where are we?" She whispered.
"My uncle Valentino has a small restaurant, he doesn't usually open in the nights but I put in a special request." I whispered as I held the door open for her. She gasped as she saw the candle lit room, in the centre was a single table. Wow, uncle Valentino does not disappoint. I smiled walking her over to the table and pulling out her chair. She sat down silently thanking me. I sat opposite her.
"You really are amazing, you know." She said smiling at me.
"No, I'm not. But the fact you said that, makes you amazing." I said smirking at her.
"Suck up. Seriously Nick, you didn't have to do this!" She said looking around.
"I wanted to. I mean, after that breakfast you made me last week, I owed you." I chuckled.
"That was nothing but a basic fry up. This… is possibly the best date I've ever been on." Miley said blushing.
"You are possibly, one hundred percent the most beautiful girl I've ever met." I said taking her hand. "You hungry?" I asked.
"Starved." She replied.
"Tino!" I called out. Suddenly, two waiters came out holding two different plates.
They placed the plates down in front of us. One waiters scurried back into the kitchen, while the other stood beside the table and smiled at us. He spoke up, "Bonne soirée, le chef vous transmet ses salutations. Monsieur, votre repas. Miss, le vôtre." He said in a perfect French accent, before walking away.
"Nick, I'm failing French. I have no idea what he just said." Miley said looking at me giggling.
"If I get this right, he said 'Good evening, the chef sends his best wishes or regards' – one of the two – and then he gave us our meals." I explained to her.
"You're good at French?" She asked me smiling as she twirled her fork around her spaghetti.
"Well, I took it for the past three years, I guess so."
"I've always learnt Spanish, but now their teaching me French it all goes in one ear and comes out the other." Miley said giggling.
"Je ne sais pas si je l'ai dit ce soir, mais vous regardez incroyablement belle ce soir." I said winking at her.
"You sound so sexy talking French, but I don't even understand you." Miley said blowing her bangs out of her face.
"You look absolutely breath taking." I whispered.
"You're too cute." Miley muttered. "I really like your outfit, you remembered my favourite colour?" Miley asked blushing.
"Of course, I did. Trust me, I stood in front of the mirror for hours, then I called Selena for help. And all she did was giggle off things Drew was texting her, then she threw me an outfit and left." I explained embarrassed.
"Aww, that's cute. Drew and her seem really happy. She's like – all he talks about." Miley gushed. "It's sickening – but adorable!" She laughed.
"Mi?" I asked.
"Yeah…" She asked looking up at me.
"I saw Demi, hanging out with Greg. She has been for a while now, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I think something's up." I said.
"Really? Greg? That guys a douche. I guess I can talk to her about it – if she'll see me that is." Miley said rolling her eyes.
"You two will be fine. Best friend forever, that's what girls say right?" I teased.
"You dick!" Miley said giggling.
"Yeah, something like that." I winked at her causing her to blush.
We had desert that took a walk on the beach, hand in hand.
"Ten months, that's all we got Nick. Ten more months of our youth. Then I'm not a cheerleader anymore, and your not that guy from homeroom. We'll be adults – facing the world as adults." She whispered sitting down next to me on the sand.
"We'll be fine." I muttered.
"What if we're not?" She asked turning to me. "There's a lot of possibilities and-"
"And I know you, your smart enough to make decisions that will lead you to something you'll love." I whispered kissing her head.
"You know, it's hard for me. School – school has been really hard for me. I'm not the smartest person, well, I'm stupid. I don't study enough, I take things too lightly, no matter how hard I try I'm still dumb and I'm scared! I'm scared that while all of you guys run off to college and bigger things, I'll always be the stupid girl who made all the wrong choices." She muttered.
"Don't beat yourself up. Sure, you're not an amazing student. But you are an amazing person, with an amazing personality and amazing friends. Who will stand up for you. And besides, like you said, ten months is a long time. With a kick ass tutor, like myself, you'll be a perfect student in no time." I said smirking at her.
"You always know what to say." She whispered leaning up and kissing me. I smiled into it, turning over so she was on top of me. We stayed like that for a couple minutes. "It's getting late. This has been really fun, but I think we should head back." She whispered placing her forehead on mine.
"Yeah me too, and besides, I should probably make sure you get home safely." I said taking her hand and staying on the beach since her house was at the far end of it.
"I dyed my hair red." Miley suddenly said.
"What?" I asked turning to see her beautiful brown locks still on her head.
"I was twelve, and rebelling from the world. And it looked pretty cool." She said smiling. "I think I'll dye it again for like two weeks, and become the rebellious teenager I once was. You know – enjoy my last bit of youth?" She said nudging me.
"You won't." I said smirking at her.
"Want to bet? Tomorrow, at school, I'll show up with red hair. Drag you out of school to bunk off – with my rebellious redhead ways." She said winking at me.
"You are crazy."
"Not crazy love, it's spontaneous." She said kissing my arm.
"I'm looking forward to it."
"You've just dug your own grave, Nicholas. See you at school, baby." She said winking at me. She kissed me then walked into her house. Leaving me stunned.
I was leaning against Chelsea's locker, she was telling me a story about a movie she went and saw on a date last night. We were finally talking just to talk, and not for her to scoop information. We actually got on quite well.
"And then, the car was like whoosh. And you though they were all dead, but they weren't. Dude – Car Goes Whoosh And They're Not Dead was an epic movie." She said flipping her hair and leaning next to me.
"Yeah, so Logan Lerman was in it?" I asked.
"Yeah, and he had shirtless scenes." Chelsea said winking at me.
"I'll pass." I said as we walked to our homeroom.
"Where's Miley, she's not usually late…" Chelsea muttered as we walked in early.
"Well, she told me she was going to do something… crazy today. Doubt it." I said sitting next to her. "When did you two become friends?" I asked leaning my head on my hand. Chelsea sighed rolling her eyes.
"Not many people know this, but me and Demi are step-sisters. Crazy, but true. Have been for two years." Chelsea said biting her lip. "We're kind of close." She whispered. "Mr Dercan still isn't here?" She asked looking around.
Suddenly, the door banged open. Oh my god. Miley. She had dyed her hair red, it was wavy and long like usual. Her blue eyes were coated in dark, heavy eye makeup that would be better suited on emo Taylor. But strangely, it looked good on her. She was wearing a tight black tank top, black skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket with a grey hood.
Her footsteps were slow, steady and sounded really loud in the room. She walked over to me smirking.
"Good morning Nicholas," She said. "I believe I owe you the craziest day of your life." She whispered one our faces were close to one another's. "You're coming with me." She said leading me outside of the classroom.
"You're so crazy." I muttered against her lips and she kissed me against a random locker. She giggled sliding her hands up my shirt, she bit my lip as she pulled away. Her cold teeth sent shivers down me, I pulled away putting my arm around her as we walked out of school.
"Want to see our ride?" She asked winking at me. "I spent most of the night calling people, sorting out the craziest day ever." She whispered.
"I'm kind of scared now." I whispered honestly.
"When I was thirteen, I dated a total nob. He was cute though. Rode a motorcycle…" Miley said handing me a helmet, and taking my hand. Leading me round the corner. I saw it coming. There. In front of my eyes. Was a red, shiny, brand spanking new motorbike. "He taught me, and now I'm going to show you." She whispered sitting on it. "You coming?" She asked turning to me.
"Whose bike is it?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Ariana's brother, I'm not that bad." She said rolling her eyes. "Now are you ready?" She asked looking up at me.
"No, not really." I said sitting behind her and hugging her tightly.
"Don't be such a pussy." She hissed smirking.
"Where's your helmet?" I asked as she turned on the engine.
"Ha!" Was her reply.
And we were off.
We pulled up to a tattoo parlour around an hour later. She smirked, heading inside. Me at her tail. She was going totally insane. "They won't bite you." She reassured me. "The only person who will bite… is me." She winked at me taking my hand and leading me to the back.
"Miley!" One of the buff men called out.
"Pablo." She replied hugging him. I cringed as he smirked at me, his grills showing. What type of man has grills? I stopped in my tracks.
"What can I do for you, princess?" He asked smiling at her. She giggled, putting on her charm that just made everyone love her.
"My friend Nicholas here, needs a tattoo." She said smirking at me.
"What, Mi? No." I hissed.
"Yes. I was thinking maybe a skull on his forearm, or even a heart on his bicep?" She asked in a joking tone as I glared at her. "Or how about the words Saving Grace in nice italics on his wrist…" Miley suggested. I thought about it, today I was supposed to do something crazy. And I was getting a tattoo. I was getting a tattoo.
'Pablo' led us to a room in the parlour, not even bothering to check for id. After half an hour of endless pain, my cringing and Miley's witty remarks. It was finally done. We walked out of the parlour, hand in hand. Getting back on Miley's bike, we headed back to school.
"It's a about lunch, you want to go in?" Miley asked me as we locked away the bike. She fluffed her hair, shaking it after letting it free from the helmet.
"I got a tattoo." I said shocked.
"Want to know a secret?" Miley whispered attaching our lips. I nodded pulling away. She suddenly started giggling, "I wasn't really going to make you get a tattoo… it's temporary. It'll disappear in a couple weeks – so you can enjoy it for now." She whispered wiggling her eyebrows. "I'm not that rebellious." She said leaning against the wall.
"I got a temporary tattoo?" I asked.
"Yeah, you had fun right?" Miley asked me smiling.
"Yeah, I did." I said putting my arm around her. "Where are we going?" I muttered as we walked down the road.
"For a walk, how'd you like crazy Miley?" Miley asked me giggling.
"Crazy Miley's kind of fun." I admitted.
"Good, cause she wants to stay for a while." Miley said leaning her head on my chest.
"I'd love to have her." I said winking at Miley.
"You like the hair?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's cool." I said running my hand through it.
"I used Ariana's dye. Haha, she almost killed me." Miley said laughing.
"You and your cheerleaders…" I muttered.
"I know right? They're crazy. I'm the sane one and I've turned so… I'd love see what we do." Miley said biting her lip. "You know what I want?" She asked as she saw the McDonalds M.
"What?" I asked.
"McFlurry's!" Miley called out running towards McDonalds.
"We're getting McDonalds?" I asked walking in behind her.
"Yes, we are. Now kiss me." She whispered as I joined our lips together. I felt her fingers in my hair, she tugged at my curls. I groaned as she licked my lip, I opened my mouth letting her in. she giggled pulling away. "We're in a McDonalds. With toddlers and children, let's save this." She said taking my hand.
And it was then when I realised, Miley was everything I'd ever wanted.
Yeah, it's the weekend so I'm updating. The first week of school, boring as usual. But on the bright side, it means my birthday's in two months. Yeeeah. Excited. So this is it. I think I'll have a few more 'fluff' chapters before I get into writing drama. Because drama needs to be planned out carefully and I honestly don't have time for that. So I'm sorry guys. Hope you enjoy fluff though. Didn't get my reviews, but I don't mind. Everyone's busy with school and stuff, so yeah. But more reviews would be cool, if you want to tell people! ;)
Haha, okay, I think I'm done. Anything else? Err… Miley's POV! I think, once I get into this story I will throw in some of it. But for now, I think Nick's point of view makes more sense. Cause he doesn't notice the drama that's going on, and I was to keep you guys oblivious for a bit. Haha, I'm mean. Don't hate me. So, fluff's coming and Miley's POV is too. I think I've answered everything.
Thanks for reviewing. See you next week.
Jasmine.