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"So then Jeremy punched the guy! It was like he was defending my honor," Ashley squealed.

I smiled. Ashley's stories were the only way I got through work.

"You're so lucky to have a guy like Jeremy!"

Just then my phoned beeped. Another text from Nick. It had been two weeks since our perfect date. We called and texted every day, but had only been able to see each other again once. Every time he was free, I was busy and visa versa.

When are we meeting up again? I miss you. - Nick

"Me?" Ashley exclaimed. "You have some guy who texts and calls you all the time! Who is this mystery guy by the way? When do I get to meet him?"

"When the time is right, I promise to introduce you." I looked up from my cell. "By the way, Lilly and I are going dancing tonight. Want to come? You can bring Jeremy."

"Sure. But I probably won't bring Jeremy. Then he'll hog me the whole time and I won't be able to dance with all the cute guys!"

I laughed. I loved Ashley to death, but she was a bit of a player. She never dated guys for more then a week, and even when they were 'dating', she was always clubbing or out drinking without them.

"Alright, so I'll call you tonight with the details." Looking back down at my phone, I tried to figure out when a good time to meet Nick was.

How about tonight? Me and my friends are going dancing. I miss you. Plus, you could meet everyone. – Miley

I waited for him to text back. I loved getting Nick's texts. They gave me butterflies in my stomach. Just then my phone beeped again.

I'm going out with the guys tonight :(. How 'bout I call you tonight and we'll figure it out together? – Nick

I frowned. I really wanted to see Nick.

:(.Okay, I'll talk to you tonight. – Miley

My phone beeped again, receiving annoyed glares from some of my co-workers.

I'll be thinking about you. – Nick

My knees felt weak. It was things like this that made him so cute.

That night I sat with Lilly getting ready.

"So, who's going to be there?" I asked.

"Well, Ashley, and you and me."

The doorbell rang, causing me to jump.

Lilly laughed. "I'll get it." Standing up, she smoothed out her tube dress. It was sliver and black tiger striped with sequins. She looked amazing.

"Guys, I'm here!" Ashley burst through the door before Lilly could even get there. "How do I look?" Turning around in a circle, Ashley's gold sequined dress clung to every curve she had. The open front showed off her cleavage without being too showy.

"Wow," I said, "You look great." I was seriously starting to feel underdressed. I had chosen my favorite mini dress with a purple and black pattern and belted waist. I felt pretty, but no where near as club ready as my friends.

Lilly looked over at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "You look great Miles. Let's go."

Twenty minutes later, the line for the club was all the way around the block.

"There is no freaking way that I'm waiting this long," Ashley huffed.

I sighed. "Yeah, well, there's nothing we can do but wait."

Ashley smirked. "That's what you think." Turning on her high heel, she marched to the front of the line.

"What do you think she's going to do?" Lilly whispered.

I giggled. "I don't know, but its Ashley. We'll be inside the club in ten minutes tops."

"Umm, try right this second." Lilly pointed towards the door, where Ashley was waving us in. The bouncer let us through with no problem.

"How did you get us in?" I screamed over the thumping music.

Ashley turned to Lilly and me and leaned in. "I flashed him."

"Slut!" Lilly laughed.

"Don't you know it! Let's go get some drinks, shall we girls?"

After watching Ashley down shots and Lilly drink some beer, we headed towards the dance floor.

As me and Lilly danced together and Ashley danced with some guy in the middle of the dance floor, everything just felt good. There was no pressure, just me and the music. I closed my eyes and let my hips move to the beat.

Several minutes later, I felt a pair of arms go around my waist.

I winced. "Sorry, bub, but I've got a boyfriend."

"Hmm, then he would probably get really, really mad."

Recognizing the voice I smiled. "Nick!" I cried, turning around in his arms to face him.

"Hey beautiful."

"I've missed you!" I hugged him. "Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you had a night out with the guys."

Nick shrugged. "The guys decided to come here. I almost went home because I hate clubbing, but then I saw you."

"Well, I'm glad you did. Dance with me!"

He frowned. "Miley, like I said, clubbing isn't really my scene. I'm just going to go home now."

I couldn't let him leave. I hadn't seen him in what felt like way too long. Wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer, I put my lips on his. I felt him groan and pull me closer. Pushing myself even closer towards him I wrapped my fingers through his hair. The kiss was passionate, and completely inappropriate for the middle of a dance floor.

He pulled away. "I can't do this here," he whispered.

I grinned wickedly. "Should we do this somewhere else?"

He took a step back. "Miley, we should stop. I have to get going. I'll call you tomorrow." With that, he turned around and walked out of the club.

Great, my hormones had probably scared him off. I was acting like a love sick teenager. What the hell was wrong with me?

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was go home. I wasn't in the mood for a night out anymore. I just wanted to curl up in my sweats and sleep.

"Lills, I'm going home," I said, after finding her on the dance floor. "Tell Ashley that I'll see her at work."

Lilly looked at me concerned. "Are you sure? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just not in the mood for clubbing." I hugged Lilly and made my way home.

The next morning I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell.

Sitting up in bed, I yawned. The pounding came again.

"Lilly," I called, "Can you get that?"

No answer. Where was Lilly? Sighing, I rolled out of bed and threw on a sweatshirt. I walked towards the door as the pounding continued.

"I'm coming," I hollered.

"Lilly?" I exclaimed, having opened the door. "Where's your key?" I eyed her outfit. "Where you out all night?"

Lilly burst into the apartment. "Miles, I met such a cute guy last night! He was sexy and funny and cute. We ended up staying out the whole night." She smirked. "Actually, we ended up staying in the whole night."

"That's so great Lills!" I yawned again. "What time is it?"

"Seven. So you should start getting ready for work."

I sighed. "Yeah." Walking back into my room, I eyed my closet wearily. I hated dressing up for work. It was a hassle, and it was unnecessary.

At work, I settled into my desk and looked for Ashley. It was weird that she wasn't here yet. Even though she was a partier, she was always at work on time.

I turned at the sound of heels clacking. "Oh my god, Ashley, are you okay?"

She sniffed. Her eyes were red from crying and she wasn't dressed as put together as usual. "Jeremy broke up with me."

I looked at her. I know that it sucks when you get broken up with, but this was so un-Ashley. She didn't let any boys get her down.

I ran over and hugged her. "Sweetie, did he tell you why?"

"No," she sobbed. "And I really liked him. I know that I partied hard without him, but it was only to see if he would stick around!"

I stayed silent and just hugged her. Ashley guarded her heart. And Jeremy couldn't see past that and get to know the amazing girl behind the wall she put up.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Ashley sniffed.

I pulled away from our hug. "Sure, what is it?"

"Would you delete his picture of my phone?" She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and handed it to me. "I don't want to look at it anymore."

"Sure." I took the phone and looked at the picture. Jeremy was a handsome guy. I hit the delete button without giving it anymore though. Good riddance.

I looked at her red puffy eyes and instantly knew what I had to do.

"Ash, let's go out for some coffee or smoothies and then we can go my apartment and do our nails." I whispered, so no one else would hear. "It's right before the weekend, no one will miss us. Heck, I'll bet they won't even notice that we're gone."

Ashley tried to smile a little. "That sounds nice, thanks Miles."

Twenty minutes later, Ashley and I were sitting at a table in a deserted Starbucks sipping our coffee.

"And the reason that this has hurt me so bad," Ashley continued, still crying about Jeremy, "Is because I was going to take him to meet my mom."

I sat silently, pouring my fifth sugar packet into my coffee and continued to listen to her rant. That was what she needed, a friend to listen.

At the chime of the door, I turned around to see who else was walking into Starbucks at this hour.

When I saw who it was, my breathing got shallow and my heart started beating double time. Why was it that Nick was everywhere? And now I had to see him here, after last night? The night that probably scarred him for life. I practically molested him on the dance floor.

Nick turned around, and his eyes widened in shock. "Miley? Don't you have work?"

I blushed. "Yeah, but we took the day off," I sighed, gesturing towards Ashley.

Nick looked at me for a moment. "Do you mind if I speak to you over there, privately for a moment?"

Ashley nodded. "Go," she mouthed at me.

"Yeah," I said turning to Nick, "It's fine."

As I followed him to the corner, I wondered what he was going to say.

"Miley," he started. "I just wanted to apologize for last night. I shouldn't have run out like that."

I gaped at him. He was apologizing? I was the harasser here! "I'm sorry too."

Nick looked surprised. "For what?"

"For kissing you like that in the middle of a club," I said meekly, staring at my shoes.

Nick laughed. "Well, don't be. I quite enjoyed it."

My head snapped up, and I smiled.

"You're a funny girl, Miley Stewart," Nick said, pulling me closer to him. "But I like it."

He pulled me in for a kiss that was sweeter then all the sugars I had just dumped into my coffee.