"Mmmm, Lucas, that was so good." I said between bites. "Thank you."
He chuckled. "No problem, Mi. It's fun to see you devour food."
I hit him across the head and heard the doorbell ring. "Got it!" We both shouted and raced to the door.
He beat me by a milisecond and opened. "Cyrus res-", he started to say, but stopped when he saw who it was.
I stepped over too see who it was, and clenched my fists. "What the hell do you want, Nicholas? I'm in no mood too see you right now." I told him between clenched teeth.
"Please, Miley," he started,"Just let me talk. Let me ex-"
I took a step closer to him, "What is it, Nick? Havn't given up on that god damned bet of yours, is that? Is that why you're showing up at my door? Just go away, I seriously don't want too see you, and Joe's not here to save you're 'pretty face' this time." As I finished, I slammed the door in his face, hearing his continous knocking, I turned around barralled up the stairs, leaving all the noise, running, running towards my room.
(Nick's POV)
I kept knocking on the door, it felt like hours, but it was probably more like minutes. I don't even know why I care, its just Miley Cyrus. Maybe its for Demi, or maybe...nah!
Anyway, I kept knocking, and finally a drunk Mr. Cyrus opened the front door. "What do ya want boy? Demitria aint' here." He stammered out.
I looked at him, shocked, sure everyone knew Mr. Cyrus was a drunk, I mean yeah, it was a small town, things got around pretty quickly, but...to actually witness him without his facade up, it was well..strange. "Um...yes..sir, I know sir..I..uh..I'm looking for M-Miley, sir." I finally got out.
"What do you want to see her for, boy? You tryna sleep around with both my daughters now? I don't appreciate that boy, you might as well get on home." He told me, looking pretty scary. I didn't know what to do. I've never been put in this type of situation before, parents are supposed to be stable, is this what Miley and Demi go through everyday?
I took a deep breath. "Um..No, Mr. Cyrus, I made a mistake with Miley. I..uh..hurt her, and I'd like a chance to fix it, please, sir, please." I finally got the courage to say.
He stumbled over the threshold, I finally got to see a full view of him, robe tied around his big beer belly, vodka and orange juice in his hand, pajama pants. Well..I see the kids get there moms looks...
He looked down, falling over himself, then looked back up at me. "Demi...ya see..Demi's a catch son, you probably got something good with her that you shouldn't waste, I mean she's beautiful, why would you want to waste you're time on Miley? She..I mean..I'm probably not supposed to say this since I'm her father and all that bull shit, but she aint' nothing special, she just 'nother one of them sluts yall boys like to sleep 'round with. My opinion, don't waste ya time on her, and don't hurt Demi, she.." He looked at me with affection for his favorite daughter in her eyes and got all teary. "Shes my baby girl."
I nodded like I understood, which I most certainly didn't. I mean Demi's the slut, Miley's the kind, beautiful, angeli-what the hell am I thinking? Demi's my girlfriend. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, I looked back at Mr. Cyrus."I understand sir, but I'd still like a chance to apologize to Miley, please."
She shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, stepping out of the way for me to go in, and I ran up the stairs I saw Miley run up when I was looking through the window on they're door.
(Miley's POV)
I had my razor in my hand, ready to start tearing into the skin that I had torn up so much before when my door slammed open, I jumped up, thinking it was my dad ready for another beating, but when Nick ran to me, I was utterly shocked.
"Miley!" he shouted at me, eyes zeroing in on my razor. "Drop it!" he demanded of me.
I felt dizzy, the pills taking affect, but I just smirked lightly at him, feeling myself sway. "What am I? A dog?" I asked before everything went black.
