Previously;
"I didn't want to," Miley started off softly, she was going to tell Joe. Yeah they had only known each other for not even a day nearly but she was ready to do this, to trust someone and Joe - she wanted Joe to be that one person. She already had a feeling that he would be around for her whenever she needed him, possibly best friends, she inhaled a deep breath feeling Joe's dark eyes watch her eye move, "My mom kind of lost it after she found out about my dad and that whore, so right now she's residing in a mental institute. Otherwise I wouldn't be here right now." By the time Miley finished her little speech her head was slightly down, looking towards the grass.
Joe paused, taking in all the information Miley had just presented him. He could honestly say that he wasn't expecting such a speech from her, or for her to even tell him what happened to her mother but with all that he couldn't help but smile, "Is it weird that I'm glad you're here though? Otherwise I wouldn't of met such an amazing person yesterday by complete faith." He stated, pulling her close into a hug, one which Miley gladly returned.
"Thank you." Miley whispered against his chest, snuggling deep in between his bulky arms.
Plain Jane; Chapter Four
25th June.
Miley placed the remote back down next to her on the couch, this was the seventh time she had seen this episode of CSI yet she was always intrigued at how they were so great at figuring out all the clues. It also seemed like the programmes in Britain were often repeated; especially if that season had finished.
"This again?" Millie scoffed, walking into the room with a hot cup of coffee, "I'm not watching this crap." She spat walking into the room and taking the remote from the sofa next to Miley, before walking across the other side of the room and settling down into a deep red, soft sofa.
"I was watching that!" Miley groaned, hitting the pillow next to her in frustration. How badly she wanted to smack it off the monsters perfect made up face, but before she could say anything else her father walked into the room, she watched as he perched himself next to Millie; giving her a sweet smile before turning to face Miley.
"So where have you been these past few days Miley?" He asked intently, cuddling into Millie as he spoke.
Miley cringed at the sight, "I've been around." She grumbled, folding her arms across her chest in frustration.
"Any new friends?" He asked, smiling at Miley he knew that she deserved friends to help calm her angry yet beautiful nature. Through all the shit and pain she's been through and how things were back in America; he knew his only daughter deserved at least one person to help her through her bad times.
"Yes actually, I -"
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Before she could even finish her flashed indicating she had a call, she read the I.D to see Joe's name shine onto the screen; soon her frown was replaced with a bright smile that over took her face, "I've got to take this." She said, standing up carrying her phone with her into the kitchen as she answered, "Joe!" She spoke into the phone.
"Ah, were you busy?" He asked, breathing heavily into the phone.
"No," Miley giggled, the grin never leaving her face, "Why are you so out of breath?" She asked, laughing.
"I've been practising without you Miles! So get your ass here, I'll keep teaching you." He chuckled.
"I'll be there as soon as I can Joe." Miley replied, smiling as she hung up the phone, she turned around to be face-to-face with her dad.
"Joe, ey?" He laughed, "A new friend I'm guessing?" He asked her, his body was leaning against the door frame as he chatted to her but suddenly became tense at the thought of a guy going near her; anywhere near her.
"Yes dad, my first British friend and that's my que to go and meet him." Miley replied, her grin vanished, replaced with a blank expression.
"Meet him where?" David wondered, the pain had suddenly stretched across his face and Miley knew exactly why.
"Dad.." Miley sighed, squeezing his arm as she stepped closer to him, "He's a good guy.."
David shook his head, "That's what you thought about the last guy that hurt you!" He muttered angrily, a heavy frown weighted down on his face, he didn't want this guy to be a weirdo, or a pervert. Miley wouldn't be that stupid, would she? "How old is he? Do you know?"
Miley couldn't help but not contain her giggles, "Calm down dad, he's a year older. No need to worry." She walked past him, patting him on the shoulder as she grabbed her coat and backpack, "I'll be back in a few hours."
"Miley wait!" He called after her, turning himself around, "Please be careful?" He pleaded.
"I will." She muttered before walking out of the door.
David sighed, everything about that night a year ago sprung back into his mind, his heart ached as he remembered his daughters screams and now this he didn't know if she would ever forgive him about her mom or Millie. He knew that Miley resented him and disliked Millie. This is their family now though, her mom was thousands of miles away, this is the best she had right now. Maybe she would be fine with this guy, not every guy would be the same.
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WAM.
The baseball left the batting cage as soon as Miley had smacked it against the bat. Both her and Joe's hands went to their foreheads to cover the sun from blinding their eyes as they looked up and both their eyes followed the baseballs track to the football field.
"Watch it!" Someone screamed at them from the field before chucking back the baseball which Joe unsurprisingly caught in his hands perfectly.
"Thanks!" Joe shouted back at them before smiling towards Miley, placing the ball into her hands, "That was a pretty good hit." He laughed, impressed with how well she was getting on, "I have got to be the best coach out there." He chuckled at her, his grin covering the basics of his handsome face. They had been practising baseball all week; everyday for hours and he knew that Miley was going great, too good.
Miley giggled, hitting Joe playfully, "Yeah, sure you are."
"You ready to do another perfect hit?" He asked, jogging to the machine to start it going again, he watched Miley nod and pressed start, "GO!" He instructed.
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Sweat glistened off Miley's forehead, her T-shirt had small sweat patches, she stretched as she and Joe finished off their practice hours later.
"Attractive," Joe winked towards her, nodding at her sweat patches, "At least I know you worked hard." He laughed, making Miley blush with embarrassment.
"Thanks Joe," Miley snickered happily, she couldn't help that she was proud of herself. She knew she had a good hit and so did Joe, "No picnic today?" She wondered, noticing that Joe hadn't brung anything related to food today.
"Nope," Joe smiled, packing away all his equipment, "I thought we could go somewhere for once instead of the past few days where I'd bring food for us." He chuckled; placing the last baseball into his big rucksack.
Miley couldn't contain her smile as she picked up her own backpack, "So you're planning on being seen with me?" She asked, giggling.
Joe laughed, him and Miley started to walk out of the batting cage side by side, "How about McDonalds?" He asked, grinning ear to ear imagining the greasy food between his lips.
Miley laughed loudly seeing his expression, "Look like your mind is more made up about it then ever, so why not." She said, a smile struck her face. Anything was great if it was in public, she couldn't help but be a little cautious for now.
"Lets go!" Joe cheered, laughing along with Miley. He threw his rucksack safely on his back as they both walked to the nearest fast food place.
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"I'm glad I met you," Joe randomly blabbed as he shoved a handful of fries in his mouth. He was sitting directly across Miley, but he would always swing around when he heard the door behind him open to check if it was anybody he knew, he couldn't help but be slightly worried and on edge. What would he do if someone seen him from school? It wouldn't end well and he knew that.
Miley had noticed the way he was, she couldn't help when she felt herself frown every time he turned around whilst in mid conversation, "Yeah, me too." She replied, avoiding eye contact. She didn't want to show this young handsome guy that without his attention on her she felt alone and even a little bit hurt; she faked a smile as he turned back to look at her.
Joe frowned, he could already tell that by only just only spending a week with her he knew that she was upset by something by the way it wasn't the same smile she normally sent to him, "I'm sorry Miles," He spoke softly, touching the top of her hand that was on top of the table, he knew exactly why she was frowning slightly, "I'll stop being so aware of the door, turn my attention to you. All of you." He smiled, squeezing her hand making Miley smile.
"Thank you." She replied, grabbing his coke to drink with a cheeky smile.
"Just take some." He laughed, "It's not mine or anything."
Miley giggled, "Such a gentlemen." She grinned, winking at him as she carried on drinking from his straw. Miley's eyes soon switched from looking at Joe to watching someone walk over to them from the door. She noticed his brown curly hair bounce on the top of his head as he walked with every step, his chocolate swirls twinkled as he noticed who Miley was sitting with, she watched as his crooked smile turned into a grin as he kept his eyes on Joe.
Joe had noticed Mileys stare turn into confusion as she watched someone or something behind him and out of curiosity he turned around; and to be face to face with his bestfriend. Shit. The one time he decided to not look at the door his bestfriend had decided to walk in; but luckily just by himself.
"Joe!" The boy grinned, seemingly extremely over the moon at seeing his bestfriend, "You leave college far too quickly for me to even ask where you're going anymore, but.." He stopped, eyeing up Miley; a beautiful brunette, the confusion started to slowly leave her face and her deep sea's squinted slightly as she grinned towards him, "I see where you've been going this past week.." He laughed, being winking at Joe.
Joe chuckled, he was thankful that he ran into his bestfriend and not anybody else.
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"I'm Nick by the way." Nick smiled softly towards Miley, edging out his hand for her to shake as they walked down the street. After bumping into him at McDonalds he had hung around with them since they left.
Miley looked at his hand wearily, she didn't want to come across as disrespecting if she didn't shake his hand and she couldn't help but grin as she placed her hand in his feeling his tight yet soft grip as they shook hands, "Miley.." She replied, letting go.
Nick couldn't help but stare in amazement at how beautiful she was, all natural too. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He smiled, even forgetting that Joe was there. He watched as her cheeks turned a light crimson as she giggled in embarrassment.
"Not so bad yourself Nick." She said, pulling herself together, "Well I best get going home, we're not far from it." She nodded her head down towards a street that lead to her house.
"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Joe asked, finally being able to pull himself into the conversation. He had noticed the look Nick was giving Miley and he couldn't help but feel his blood boil; even though he knew he couldn't say anything.
"Same time?" Miley looked at him, grinning about spending another day with him as she started to edge away down towards the street slowly. She watched Joe nod at her before she turned around to carry on walking.
"Wait!" Nick shouted after her, Miley looked back to see him jogging towards her; a crooked smile placed on his face. She saw Joe in the corner of her eye look back at her and Nick before turning a corner to carry on his walk home, "I live down the street too." Nick said breathlessly as he strode by her side.
"Just don't turn out to be all creepy, okay?" Miley giggled, she liked his presence; it made her feel safe but she couldn't seem to put a finger on why it did.
Nick nodded at her chuckling, "So what do you and Joe do together?" He asked out of curiously, he keep thinking of the worst possible situation happening between them even though he knew Joe wasn't like that: Joe was too much of a good guy, liked by many.
"Ah," Miley started, "He's been teaching me baseball." She grinned, "And I'm pretty great at it." She laughed, seeing his expression turn from confusion to surprise.
"You?" He laughed, "You're good at baseball?" He started to wonder. Miley nodded at him quickly, "I've got to see this!" He exclaimed at her, chuckling.
"What's so funny about me playing baseball?" She asked, her brows knitted with confusion.
"Just.. girls don't play," He replied, "Normally girls play like.. volleyball? Or badminton - not baseball!"
"Ahh, is that a threat about me not being able to play because I'm a girl?" She wondered, raising an eyebrow.
Nicked laughed, backing off as he lifted his hands up in defeat, "Of course not but this is a must see."
"Well come along tomorrow?" Miley grinned, she was ready to prove this guy wrong. Girls could play baseball and she was going to prove that.
"You'll be seeing me then Mi," He chuckled, he stopped outside of a big house; a dark wooden fence stretched around it all covering his backyard and his front, his green door stood tall and contrasted against the dark brick walls. "This is me." He announced.
Miley laughed, seeing where Nick's house was, "Well that's weird because this is me." She replied, walking a little further along the path to the house next door, "Looks like we'll be seeing eachother a lot sooner than usual." With that she walked inside.
Leaving a heart pounding teenager gasping at how perfect she seemed to him; a smile had spread on his face as he walked to his front door; turning to look back at her house, "Amazing." He whispered to himself before walking inside, a perfect day it seemed.
