A/N: I do not own anything used in this story. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.
Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.Thomas p Kempis
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Miley's POV:
"…And I want you to know that what you did yesterday was completely beyond the pale!" Mitchie concluded in a manner of making a protest speech. She had just finished telling me how I had been very cruel, irresponsible, negligent, immature and so very 'un-best friend-ly' it had been of me to have left her alone with Shane, after which I had ignored all her calls throughout the day –in dread of what was happening now, might I include. Although I hadn't told her that. I just kept nodding my head in fake earnestness as she droned on about it. Well, she might have not been this offended if they hadn't gotten into an argument, I noted.
"Look, I know, Ok. I'm sorry!" I started apologizing. "I just had a… very bad day." Mitchie hesitated at first but then, having taken pity on me, she nodded. "Ok, fine. Just this once, but I swear, if you do it again, I'm going to kill you!" she exclaimed as we hugged. Pulling back, I looked at her and said, "I won't. Sorry again." She nodded again.
Finally, having acknowledged my facade, she arched an eyebrow and looked at my attire. Which was a t-shirt and trousers, long ones (A/N: Someone guessed. Nothing ever get's passed you guys, does it? Lol). "May I ask why you're all of a sudden dressed like that?" A blush crept up my cheeks. "Well, a certain… someone mentioned that I was, you know…" I said unable to finish the awkward sentence, for me. "Anyways, I didn't think any of those other clothes will cover the big gash on thigh!" I exclaimed immediately coming to my own defense. After all, that did have something to do with it. But how much exactly, did not matter. And what no one knew couldn't hurt them.
I had received quite a considerable amount of stares as I had walked through the doors that morning. Honestly, I didn't get why people were so concerned about how I dressed. Anyways, I had just glared at them, and they had prudently gone back to their business. I told Mary that I had fallen down, and she accepted it, though not ceasing to tease me about that someone, even though I wouldn't tell her who it was.
Nick's POV:
I leant against the wall while I waited for Miley at our meeting place. I looked down at my watch frustrated. Was this girl even coming? Just when I was about to leave, Miley came running. "Sorry! I had a little trouble ditching Mitchie." She explained and I nodded. "Oh, I thought you were being abducted by aliens. And also thought: Finally, I can live in peace!" I teased clutching my chest dramatically. She laughed, "That's enough, drama queen." "Hey, I'm not a girl. Call me king." I retorted for which she replied, "Yeah, whatever," followed by the infamous eye roll.
"Wait, whoa, maybe something did happen to you." I said while I laughed, stepping back and taking in her appearance. Her cheeks turned bright red as she shot back while scoffing, "It was not because of anything you said, Ok?!" "Ok." I replied in hilarity, which just seemed to gear her anger up even more. Or maybe I should say embarrassment. "It was only, and only because of the scratch on my thigh." She informed me while she glared at me. I held my hands up in surrender, "Ok, Ok. I didn't say anything. No need to get all keyed up."
"Ok, so let's get to business." She said, undoubtedly trying to change the subject. "Mhhmm, so what happened yesterday?" I asked Miley. "Shane didn't tell you?" I shook my head, "He wouldn't even talk to me. So I just guessed it was something awful." "Oh, well, it was. They got into a fight." I cringed. That had so totally not been the point. "Well, we could say that was a flop." Miley said. "What do we do now?" I asked her. She sighed in frustration, "This matchmaking thing is way harder than it seems!" she said indignantly. "Oh, tell me about it."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" she exclaimed out of the blue. "What?" I solicited curiously. Reaching for her backpack, she pulled out my jacket. The one that I had given her yesterday. But there was something wrong with it, although I couldn't quite put my finger to it. But as she handed it to me and I took it, all I did was burst out laughing. This was the same jacket I had given her alright, but it was no where near the same state as it had been yesterday. It was in tatters; there was a titanic slash right in the focal point, and the right sleeve was partially hanging.
Embarrassed, Miley muttered as her cheeks reddened for the second time that morning, "I'm sorry. I really am. You see, all I was trying to do was wash the blood off but it resulted in…that." she was looking down. How washing had resulted in that, I had no idea. Taking sympathy on her, I tried to stop laughing as I said, "It's Ok." "I really am sorry. Maybe I should buy a new one for you, yeah!" she said looking up. "No, it's fine. Really. No need to worry, Miley." I assured her. "Are you sure?" she asked tentatively. I nodded telling her that it was fine. "If you say so," she said shrugging.
A few minutes passed in silence. Miley made a noise as if clearing her throat and I looked up. She opened her mouth to say something only to be cut off rudely by the bell ringing obnoxiously. "Well, today was uneventful, we got no improvement. Anyways, I gotta get to class. See you later!" she said in express speed and skipped off in the direction of her class leaving me with an amused smile on my face. I sighed and slung my backpack over my shoulder before turning the opposite direction and heading off to my own class for the next period.
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A/N: Yo guys! How's everyone doing? I'm doing great too, thanks! Lol.
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