A/N: I'm the worst author on FanFic and I'm so sorry. I just don't have the story in my heart as much as I did… but I think it's back.

And I'm also realizing how unrealistic this is, not the plot (that is obviously unrealistic) but I mean the aspect of which Nick is taking it in. I think I could have written him to slip up and think it's 2009 a lot more than I did, if I did at all.

So I am aware of that suckiness. This chapter is gonna take a turn, by the way… sooo be ready.

So I'm testing the waters on how well I can write sexual shit… aha nope sorry, no sex just hand jobs. ;D

Enjoy.

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Better In Time

Chapter 7

December 16, 2007

11:45 pm

The past three days have been great… sort of. I mean, my memory's been jogged a little bit so it's kind of annoying doing everything I've already done all over again. Of course some of it is different because I'm different. And then some of it is exactly the same… too much the same.

Like the little fights Miley and I have. Those are the same because I was never the one to start them. I'd hate to admit it because she hates when I say it but she start them. All of the time… nah, most of the ti- okay, all of the time.

Two days ago she got mad at me because when we were in Starbucks she thought I was checking out the barista. I wasn't… obviously. Miley thinks what she wants and that is exactly what led us to where we were… are… in 2009. Well… I did contribute to where we stand in a negative way as well, but we wouldn't have been there in the first place if it weren't for her.

Stop blaming her. I screwed up too.

Yeah… I did screw up. But we all do at one point or another.

I bailed earlier than usual tonight, going straight to my bunk once we got on the bus. I wasn't tired. Not even a little. I just needed to think.

Unfortunately, Miley and I weren't speaking at the moment. We left off on a bad note (ha, no pun intended) when leaving the venue after the show. I can't even remember what the reason was now that I think about it. It must have been something little and stupid if I can't even remember. Maybe it's that time of month for her. No, it's not. I know when that is because she warns me.

Ugh.

What if I never get back to 2009? I can't relive more than a whole year. I can't. Especially not 2008 if it is anything like I remember it.

But that's why I'm here, to stop that from happening.

I moved the curtain on my bunk a little bit and peeked out to see if Joe and Miley were in there bunks. Kevin's was on top of mine and Joe's was on top of Miley's.

Joe was asleep; his arm dangling off the edge of the bunk… but Miley wasn't in hers.

I quietly moved the curtain all the way and got out. All the lights on the bus were off. Hmm.

I walked toward the bathroom and the door was open and the light was off. I turned and walked towards the couch area.

There was a dark figure, curled up into a ball. Miley. I rushed over to her and heard her whimper and then felt her shake under my hand that I placed on her back.

"Miley?" I said, concerned. She looked up at me, her face was wet from the tears and had makeup smudged around her red eyes.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed.

Fix it.

I pulled her into my arms and she rested her head and hands on my chest. I could feel her tears absorb into my shirt as well as her hands making fists around the fabric.

After about two minutes she calmed down. She lifted her head slowly, placing a kiss on my neck, then my jaw, up to the corner of my lips and finally the center of my mouth.

She leaned her forehead against mine and I sighed and opened my eyes. She was looking at me intently.

"I'm sorry… for everything that's happened these past couple of days… I don't know what's been going on with me, I'm sorry I've been so irritable and stubborn and ugh… I just can't stand not talking to you… even if it's only for a couple of hours… I can't. I can't be okay with myself knowing you're mad at me or that I got you mad. I never want to make you unhappy and I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting lately."

I nodded slightly and then shook my head.

"No, it's fine… it's perfect. You're perfect. Don't apologize for anything. Don't." I told her and she bit her lip.

She looked away and I took her hand into mine, causing her to smile softly.

In a way it's funny. I did see this coming, but I'm glad I did because if I hadn't… I would have reacted a whole different way… a way that would have changed everything. The way I did the first time.

So maybe it was my fault.

Today we're playing in Philadelphia. I was chilling with Joe and Kevin in the dressing room as Miley was getting her hair and makeup done. Joe and I were texting, only because Kevin didn't know… and he wouldn't believe me.

I don't know what to do. I had the weirdest epiphany last night.

I said and waited for his reply, trying to act casual and not watch him for when he received my message. While waiting, I got a text from Miley.

I'm really glad you understood last night. I had the weirdest feeling you would react completely different.

I swallowed and bit my lip.

There was no reason for me to not understand.

I answered simply and got an incoming text.

Dude, I don't know how you're dealing with this. I would be freaking out… it's already weird enough.

I sighed at the text. Way to help…

I am freaking out. I think I did something that could have changed everything… maybe I don't have anything to worry about.

I sent it and opened the text that was waiting from Miley.

Thank you… and I love you.

What I sent next was a no brainer.

I love you.

I looked over at Joe and he was talking to Kevin when I got his text.

Then stop stressing and enjoy what you have in front of you. Live in the moment, stop thinking about the future. Isn't that what got you guys all screwed up in the first place?

Smartest thing he's ever said.

The show went well, as always. We were on the bus, on our way to Connecticut, but we had a day off tomorrow. The four of us planned to spend the day just chilling. Relaxing, really. We've all been working so hard and just needed a day off. We weren't planning on anything big, just hanging out at the hotel we were stopping at tonight. Spending the day doing nothing sounded nice.

We pulled up to the hotel and ran out, excited to be able to sleep on a comfortable, nonmoving bed and wake up in the same city we fell asleep in.

Miley and I were the last out of the bus and I waited for her at the bottom of the steps. She came out, putting her hair up in a bun and we held hands as we walked in. Billy Ray went to check everyone in and we met up with Joe and Kevin by the elevators.

"I'm so hyped up right now!" Miley exclaimed and jumped over to Joe and onto his back.

"Oh my god! What have you been eating?" Joe exclaimed jokingly, causing Miley to whack him in the head and hop down.

"You're just weak." She sneered and smiled as she skipped back over to me.

"Psh…" Joe said and I laughed as he turned to Kevin.

"I work out, I'm strong." He told him as we all rolled our eyes.

"Miley, you're gonna room with Mandy and boys you're across the hall." Bill Ray aid and gave us our keys as Mandy approached Miley.

"Hey, girl! I hope you're as hyper as me." Mandy said and Miley high fived her with her free hand.

"Total sugar rush." She giggled and squeezed my hand.

"C'mon guys, let's head up." Kevin said and we all got in the elevator.

"Ugh, top floor." Joe complained and Miley smacked his arm.

"Quit complaining, bub!" She said and laughed as he rubbed his arm where she hit him.

"Ow… damn, Miley." He said under his breath and she smiled at him widely.

"Being on the top floor give us the advantage of being able to be loud and make noise." She stated in a matter of fact tone.

"Why do you need to make noise, Miley? Hmm? Why do you need to be loud?" Joe teased and her eyes grew wide.

"You perv!" She exclaimed and whacked him upside the head for what seemed to be the millionth time today. I ain't complaining.

"Joe... really?" I said and looked at him and shook my head. So immature…

"Ha… you two…" He said and chuckled to himself, looking at me. Stop, I mouthed and he hid his smile.

"You guys should really buy Joe a muzzle," Miley said as she intertwined our hands. I chuckled at the thought, imagining Joe not being able to talk… silence… nice.

"He just kids, Mi," I said and squeezed her hand. We were sitting on the couch in her hotel room. She was lying on the couch, resting her head on a pillow that was on my lap, looking up at me as I played with random strands of her hair. She told Mandy that she was tired and wanted to sleep so Mandy went to another dancer's room to party. Of course, Miley wasn't really tired; it was just the only way she could get Mandy to leave so we could be alone.

"Well it's just… kind of embarrassing," She said softly. I looked at her confused.

"What is?"

"Him joking about us… in that way," she blushed and bit her lip. "I mean, we've never even talked about that," she explained and I nodded.

"We've never had to," I told her and she let go of my hand and sat up, crossing her legs on the couch so she was facing me.

"Well maybe we should," she said seriously, taking my hand in hers once again. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. I waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts.

"We've been dating over a year and I know we're young… trust me, I don't want to have sex yet, but I just want you to know that I want my first time to be with you." She told me and I took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"I know we have this whole purity ring thing going on and I know why you wear it, but ever since we got together my views on it have changed. I wear it because I want my first time to be with my first and only love." She took my hand in hers and played with the ring on my finger, looking down at it, my eyes followed hers and I watched as her fingers toy with my ring, still on my finger.

"I don't care when or where it is…," she looked up into my eyes and I looked into hers. "I just know I want it to be with you because I love you… so much and I would trust you with my life." She finished and took in a deep breath, I really didn't know what to say, and so I nodded and watched as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey…" I said softly, "Stop, no, it's okay." I wiped a falling tear from her face and she smiled.

"Thank you," She said and leaned in to kiss me. I met her halfway and smiled into the kiss, thinking about how big of a step this was for us. And it was almost a perfect moment until that damn voice in the back of my head reminded me that I'm not me.

She pulled back a little, smiled and then gave me a quick peck on the mouth and then the cheek.

"For what?" I asked, referring to what she said before.

"Hmm?" She questioned and I chuckled at her.

"You said thank you, but what for?" I clarified and she smiled at me calmly.

"For being understanding, kind hearted, loving, amazing… you," she explained and I grinned at her.

"I'm in love with you," she said helplessly and let out a breath of air, as if she just confessed her deepest, darkest secret.

"As I'm in love with you," I told her and our lips met in a soft, slow kiss. I pulled back and smiled at her.

"Dance with me," I suggested softly. She cocked her head slightly.

"What?" She giggled. I gazed into her eyes and licked my lips.

"Dance with me," I repeated.

"There's no music," she informed me, looking at me like I was clueless.

"Dance with me…" I begged and got up, pulling her up with me. Our hands remained locked together and I brought them to our sides. She blushed and looked down then back at me, biting her lip, trying not to smile. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me, closing the gap between our bodies. She locked her arms around my neck and we swayed back and forth about three times before she rested her head on my chest and started laughing.

"What?" I chuckled and she looked at me, a smile forming on her face.

"This is silly," she told me and I shook my head, smiling at her.

"No it's not," I said and she giggled once more and then became serious again.

"I just wanna remember this moment, this night," I told her and she rested her head on my chest and I heard her sigh contently.

"I wish it could last forever," she said, pulling back a little.

Her hair was in her face and I pushed it behind her ear before pulling her head towards mine and kissing her gently. She moved her arms to my side and pulled me closer to her. I held her face lightly and brushed my tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. She parted her lips and our kissing suddenly became more frantic and I don't know what happened next but we soon found ourselves tangled in each other on her bed. I hovered above her, supporting myself with my arms on either side of her, my legs were in between hers.

I trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck and found her soft spot as I sucked gently and she moaned softly.

"Nicky, stop, stop," she panted and I detached my lips from her reluctantly.

"You can't leave a mark," she said.

"Right…" I whispered and went back to her lips. I just couldn't get enough of her. Her soft skin, her hair, her beautiful eyes, her thick lips, her nose, her goddamn ears for crying out loud. I just wanted her every hour of every day of every month of every year for the rest of eternity.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I felt her hands undo the buckle on my belt. I lifted my head and looked at her seriously, placing my hand on hers and moving it down onto the bed.

"Mi…" I said and let out a deep sigh. She looked at me with innocent eyes.

"I thought…" I started to speak but lost my train of thought when I felt her hand stroke me through my jeans.

"We can do other things," she said and finished unbuckling my belt.

"You don't have to, though Miley, I-," she cut me off, placing a finger on my lips.

"Shh… I want to," she said firmly and rubbed her hand over my jeans again before unbuttoning them.

Oh my God.

"Shit…" I breathed out quietly as she yanked down my jeans. She focused her attention to my lips again, pulling my face closer to hers, kissing me eagerly.

"Wait," I pulled back quickly, she look at me confused, "Mandy could walk through that door any minute," I said, nodding my head to the door and she shook her head and smiled.

"She left her key in here," she stated simply and I lifted my eyes to look at her, her gaze was focused and eyes dark in the dim lighting. With a tug, she released my boxers and they fell around my ankles, held in place by my shoes.

My eyes were wide and jaw slack as she kept eye contact and she lowered her hand to my member.

"Damn," I said, letting out a gust of air as my thighs stiffened. She gripped my pelvis and stroked me once then let go.

"Shit," I barely whispered. My palm rested against her cheek while she took me in again, less forcefully this time and I shifted my hips towards her, letting out a groan. Her hand wrapped around my girth and she slid it up and down my length.

Moving at a steady pace, she moaned as I rocked against her, my breath speeding up and both hands gripping the sheets while she worked her hand over me.

"That's good," I muttered and fisted the comforter harder. "Okay, okay…I'm gonna come." I could tell I sounded panicked and she slightly released me before pulling me towards her by my shirt with her free hand and latching her lips onto my own, gripping the base of my shaft with both hands. "Ah…Miley," I moaned into her mouth and felt her move her hand up and down once more before I came.

I rolled over next to her and looked at her as she watched me calm down. My head started spinning; I don't even think I can process what just happened because that certainly didn't happen the first time… but it was… amazing.

"It's messy…" she said nervously and I chuckled while pulling my boxers and pants back up.

"Yeah…" I agreed and got off the bed, she followed suit and I pulled the comforter off and bundled it up before throwing it in the corner of the room.

"You, uh, might wanna change," I said awkwardly, pointing to her pants and she laughed lightly.

"Right… I'll, uh…" she looked around for her duffel bag and when I handed it to her she grabbed a pair of sweat pants from it and dropped it on the floor, "I'll be right back," she finished before slipping into the bathroom.

"Holy shit," I muttered and ran my hands through my hair as what just happened began to settle in.

Miley just gave me a hand job. This wasn't supposed to happen… are things going to be weird now? Oh god, I hope not. No, they can't be, that was amazing. She's amazing. Shit, I can't even believe-

I found myself pacing back and forth when the bathroom door opened and Miley was in a pair of grey sweatpants. She threw her jeans into her bag and smiled at me shyly, biting her bottom lip. I smiled back at her the same way and walked over to her and pecked her on the lips.

"It's getting late, I should get back to my room," I said and she nodded and walked me to the door, holding my hand.

"Things aren't gonna be weird now are they?" She asked nervously and I looked at her incredulously.

"God no! Miley, that was… amazing," I said and looked into her soft, blue eyes.

"Then what was with that half- ass kiss you gave me a few seconds ago?" She smirked and I shrugged.

"Would this be better?" I asked and leaned towards her, giving her a few open mouth kisses before lightly biting her bottom lip and pulling away.

"Much better," she smiled and opened the door for me.

"Sleep well," she said.

"You too, Mi. I love you." I told her, gently kissing her on the head before walking out the door.

"I love you," she replied and blew me a kiss as I walked out and towards my room.

Holy hell.

A/N: Lol inexperienced Nick (wait till the real thing ;D ) ahhhhh just kidding haha

Eeeek! I have NEVER EVER EVER written something like that before in my life. Please be easy on me. I am super nervous about this chapter… you guys have no idea... by the way that is the only M rated thing you will ever read in this story.

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