A/N:
Oh, how this story has something coming to it.
Well for now this is short.
Read it, just wait til I post my next chapter.

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(Nikkie's POV)
"Miley we have to jet." I told her as I slipped on a pair of running shoes that belonged to Miley, the storm had calmed only slightly, which made driving conditions slightly more tolerable.

"Alright. You girls' know what you're digging for right?" Miley asked indicating to Brandi and Lily who had to make some breads and fried food for the boys.

"You got it." They said together and chuckled. I watched Miley grab her keys from the table and we headed out the door.

I jumped into the passenger seat of Miley's car she looked a little scared to be driving in this weather, I mean I know she hates storms but it can't be that bad. She crawled into the car and turned the key in the ignition. The car purred into life with such beauty, the roar of that engine was so strong, this car was literally perfection.

"This is going to be one hell of a night, Nikkie. How are we gunna make it through this?" Miley asked backing out of the driveway and pulling out onto the street.

"I don't know, honestly." Nikkie retorted looking a little scared. Turning on a Simple Plan CD the two girls sang along on the way to the party.

"I hate taking this car out in storms." A grim look crossed Miley's face, twice the car has hydroplaned, nothing crazy but it had happened.

"I can see why honestly." Nikkie replied as they pulled up against a curb when they got near the party. Together they ran through the rain with their heads down and hoodies over their heads.

"Jackson. Brandon. Fred. Oliver." Miley and myself had called out once we entered the party. Boys' stared at us and girls' glared, oh what fun it'd be to find these idiots.

"Over here Miles!" Jackson yelled towards us as he walked with Fred in his tow. Jackson stared me down in one hell of a creepy way, it was not attractive.

"Where's Oliver and Brandon?" I questioned the two boys standing in front of me.

"In the back rooms we'll have to find them." Jackson told me, and how I knew this would be wrong.

"More like Miles and I will." I told the boys and Miley added her nodding with that attitude of hers. Then there was Fred staring on way beyond us, who even knew what he was thinking.

"Jackson I'm taking you and Oliver home in my car so you can go get in my car, but lock it once you get in." Jackson nodded slowly and I watched Miley unlock the car from the house with the automatic button.

"I'm taking you and Brandon home." I told to Fred "So go get in Jackson's car." A smile eased over my face, I was trying to be gentle with him. "Jackson wait!" I called out and waited for Jackson to turn around.

Turning around Jackson said "Yeah?" and looked me up and down once again.

"Keys?" I asked generously holding out my hand, he dug in his pocket and tossed them a little far but from my years of soccer and tennis it was an easy catch. I watched the boy's return to the cars and turned around to follow Miley back into the house.

"Now to find the jerks." Miley muttered almost under her breath. A smile caught my face, and I laughed a little.

"You know they aren't worth it right, and you got that date tomorrow. It's totally worth it all." I whispered as we headed to the back of the house knocking on doors awaiting a response from the voices we knew all too well. Knocking on the third door in we finally got a voice we knew.

"Occupied!" Brandon had howled, I heard effort in his voice, good lord I didn't want to know what was happening behind this door.

"Damn it Brandon!" My voice howled through the door and I pushed it open to find Brandon ejaculating and getting it on me. This couldn't get worse.

"AH!" I cried out in horror and agony, what is worse then this honestly?

"Brandon go get in Jackson's car we're taking you back." I pointed to the front door, this was sheer anger if you wanted to know. He apologized politely but I doubt this wasn't enjoyable to him.

"Fine." Brandon replied almost immediately. Which actually shocked me, he never listened to us.

"You know I can take him home." Miley told me. It was okay I couldn't do it.

"It's fine." I mumbled, and I watched Brandon turn around to see me getting his cum off my body. My face and arms had some on it, not fun if you ever experience something like this I'm sorry.

(Miley's POV)
Finally we had gotten three of the four boys' out of this house. The fourth one though, I must admit is the most dreaded, stupid Oliver.

"We could just leave him here." Nikkie said with a slight grin.

"He's my best friend I have to take him back to my place." I knew Oliver was doing the dirty, but really it didn't bug me all too much, he was literally my best friend, not my lover. Nikkie tapped on the door, and from the sound of what was coming from the opposite side the dirty was definitely being done.

"Taken!" That voice was ever so familiar to the two of us.

"Oliver Oken!" My voice rang through the door, I was giving him some time to get off the girl.

I pushed open the door and well not exactly to my surprise but more so to my horror.

"Oh my god!" Nikkie and I both screeched to see Oliver only in his shirt, quickly turning our eyes from the scene, I think we're both traumatized now.

"Hi ladies." Oliver was trying his hardest to be smooth, and that just wasn't working for me tonight.

"Shut up Oliver." Miley told me as we walked out of the house and down to the sidewalk. Nikkie and I split once we got to the sidewalk. "Follow me." I said to Oliver when I had seen he stopped. "I'll see you at the house Nikkie!" I yelled and that was the end of our conversation.

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A/N:
I apologize for how short it is, but the next chapter.
Mwahahah.
Actually I don't know.
What shall happen?