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Nick POV

I led Miley up the stairs, ignoring the looks people sent us as I headed for my room. Once there, I rummaged through my closet while she stood shivering in the middle of the room, looking at the pictures. I saw her eyes stop on one of us, where she was kissing my cheek, so I quickly changed the subject. I didn't want to admit to her that I never moved that picture. It's always been there, but I guess she would know that anyway. It's not like this was the first time she's been in my room. The last time she stood in this room was over a year ago. That picture was there then, and hasn't moved since.

"This is the smallest pair of pants I could find," I said, holding up a black pair of sweatpants. "And here's one of my hoodies."

"Thanks." She smiled as she took the clothes and looked around the room.

"Oh right," I said stupidly and left the room. I'm such an idiot. I quickly ran down the hall, in search of a clean towel for her hair. After what seemed like forever, I found one, headed for my room again and knocked softly. I really had to go to the bathroom. When I didn't hear anything, I knocked again and called her name. Nothing.

I shrugged. She's probably downstairs already. So I hurried into the empty room and to the joined bathroom, but as soon as I opened the bathroom door, I stopped in my tracks and my heart faltered.

There was Miley, in a green bra and underwear, combing her fingers through her wet hair. She whipped around at the sound and saw me, her eyes widening. "Nick!"

"Shit!" I closed my eyes and turned around, feeling like the biggest dumbass on planet Earth. "I'm so sorry Miley. I thought you left already."

"Nope, still here," she said in a high-pitched voice and I cringed at how stupid I was. Not gonna get that image out of my head!

"Umm, here's a towel for your hair." I held it over my shoulder and felt her take it. "I'll just be...umm...yeah." And I ran out of the bathroom.

"Shit shit shit shit," I muttered as I went into my closet. I absently found a dry pair of pants and put it on before going in search of a shirt, still cursing.

"You okay?" I heard from behind me and looked around to see Miley, looking adorable in my clothes. She was busy rolling the top of the pants over to make it fit tighter and she practically drowned in my hoodie.

"Uh, yeah." I silently groaned at how badly I wanted to hold her and grabbed a random shirt to pull over my head. "Miley, I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," she said dismissively. "Besides, it's not like you haven't..." she trailed off and started blushing, but I knew what she was going to say and felt my own cheeks redden.

She moved to scratch her neck, something she always did when she was nervous, but the long sleeves didn't help much and I laughed. "Here, let me help." I started rolling up the sleeves as the door opened to reveal Mandy.

"Oh, umm. Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that your girlfriend passed out on the couch, but I'll just come back later." With that, she slammed the door shut again.

I sighed and continued rolling up the sleeves as Miley watched me. "Why are you with her?" she asked and I shrugged, keeping my eyes on what I was doing.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you Nick," she said and put a hand under my chin to lift my gaze to hers. "And I know when you're unhappy."

I reached up and took her hand, then looked down at it as I held it in mine, refusing to let it go. "I don't know," I finally admitted. "She kept my mind off..." I trailed off.

"Off what?" she prompted and I forced myself to look up into her eyes.

"Off you," I finished truthfully and I saw the surprise in her eyes, but she didn't look away as I lifted a hand and placed it on her cheek. "I couldn't get you off my mind, and no matter what I did, I couldn't forget you. So I thought that maybe a new girlfriend would help."

Her eyes were cutting into mine now. "Did it?"

I shook my head truthfully, and before I could do anything more drastic, I pulled her into a hug. We stood like that for what felt like ages, just holding each other, before I had to make sure Selena's friend could manage to get her into the car.

"Choose a DVD and we'll watch it when I get back," I said to Miley, motioning to the flat screen against the wall and she nodded. "I'll be right back."

Selena was spread over the couch in a very weird position and I was surprised to see that there wasn't any drool hanging from her mouth. I had to laugh a bit though, it was quite a funny sight. Her friend, Melissa, was trying to pick her up, so I helped her, and together we got her outside to the car. After managing to put her in the backseat, I waved and opened the gate as Melissa left. Good riddance.

After getting popcorn and sodas and asking Mandy if she wanted to join us, which she didn't seeing as she was having a deep conversation with one of Kevin's friends, I headed back upstairs to my room. I left the door open to prevent any suspicion and rumours and found Miley sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

She looked up and sent me her billion dollar smile. "Which one?" she asked, holding up two movies for me to choose from, a horror and a comedy.

"Hmm, that one." I pointed at the horror. "I feel like something scary tonight."

"Okay." She reminded me of a little kid as she crawled over to the DVD player in my overly big hoodie and scratched her head in thought. Finding the eject button, she opened it and inserted the DVD. She then proceeded to get up, run to my bed and jump onto it, sitting cross legged against the wall, her tiny feet barely sticking out the bottom of my pants. "Well, you gonna sit down?" she asked with eyebrows raised and I smiled at her. "What?"

"Nothing," I lied as I walked over and sat down next to her.

"Liar," she said, not even looking at me, but with a knowing look on her face as she pressed play on the remote.

Forty-five minutes later, she was half lying half sitting against the wall, a pillow over her face as a scary part came on. She jumped when a woman on the TV screamed, which made me jump as well and the soda in my hand to fall, it's contents spilling onto my shirt. "Oh crap, I'm sorry!" she said and put her hand over her mouth.

"Don't worry about it," I ensured her with a smile and saw her look down at my chest for a second before looking back at the TV when I pulled the wet shirt over my head. I could've sworn she was blushing, but the pillow was right back in front of her face again at the sight of a zombie.

Laughing, I grabbed the pillow and tried to get it away from her, but she wouldn't let go. Instead, she moved with the pillow and it was quite funny to move her around like that. I got it away from her for a second as a zombie burst through a door and she screamed, jumping right onto me.

I cleared my throat and tried to stop my heart from racing at the feeling of her in my lap and her face buried in my chest. "Give my pillow," she mumbled and I couldn't think of anything but to comply. She took it and rolled off my lap, muttering, "You suck," to me in the process.

"No, you suck," I managed to get out.

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"I'll kick your cute butt off this bed."

I had to laugh at that, and a little part of me rejoiced in the fact that she said my butt's cute. Jeez, I'm pathetic. It was good to be with her like this again, and to make sure it was real, I put an arm around her and pulled her against me. When she cuddled into my side, face still hidden in the pillow, I knew it wasn't a dream and smiled to myself.

"You're sticky," she muttered from somewhere in the pillow and I laughed, but she didn't move away.

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