A/N: I do not own anything used in this story. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.
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Nick's POV:
I sat on my desk, the next day, thinking about what had happened last night. That was all what I happened to be doing these days… think. I thought about what she had said. My thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on my door. I sighed, looking u and yelling, "Come in!"
The door knob twisted open and a flushed looking Miley came into my sight. Her hair in a messy bun and donned with a simple t-shirt and denims, she looked better than I'd ever seen her. She looked nervous though.
"Hi." She said, trying to break the tension. "Hey." I whispered back. Her forehead crinkled and she looked down, "Listen. Nick, uh… about last night…?" Was she gonna yell at me more? I know what I'd said had not been so sincere as in kinda hypocritical, but I had really meant it. I had meant every word I'd said, hoping that it would make her feel better, not offended.
I sighed, "I'm—" I started before she cut me off, "No, I'm here to apologize. I shouldn't have said that stuff to you… I was just, kinda feeling like... not myself, I guess…" she said, her words tumbling over each other. A stray piece of hair fell into her face and I felt the strange urge to reach over and push it behind; but of course I didn't actually do that. I nodded, "I-It's Ok…" I muttered. "And I… uh, called my dad back this morning, I told him it was Ok and apologized and I also told him that I was happy for him… he—he told me my mom would have been proud of me…"
I looked up at her, "I'm sure she would have." I said sincerely. "I guess; thanks." She shrugged. "You're welcome." I replied. She nodded slightly, "So, that's it, I guess. I just wanted to apologize for my behavior last night and thank you for getting me to realize that I was being paranoid." I nodded. She turned around to leave as an awkward silence took over the air.
She was about to step out of the room when I suddenly stopped her, "Wait." She turned around, a smirk found itself upon her face, "What, my sneakers are untied again?" she questioned 'playfully' before looking down at them and I couldn't help but crack a slight smile at that. Wow, that was very rare. "Nope. I just want to apologize as well." I said. She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" I guess that was coming out as a surprise, actually I was surprising myself as well. I never did this anymore with anyone but my family, talk.
I nodded, "Yeah. I'm… sorry." She smiled. "Apology accepted." She said before leaving the room.
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Miley's POV:
"He actually said that?!" Selena gasped, unbelievingly. I nodded, my eyes sparkling, "Uh-huh. Yes, he did." She shook her head as if in daze, "I can't believe it! That is SO unlike Nick. He barely talks to any of us anymore." I shrugged. "I don't know… I kinda felt like he could understand me there for a while. And I guess he was trying to help…? Maybe he felt the same way I did."
Selena popped the pickle into her mouth and chewed on it, "It's still very implausible." "Wow. Big word." I teased. "Hey, I know big words!" she defended. I grinned back at her, all traces of serious conversation evaporating. We giggled like crazy for a while before settling down finally. At times like this, I missed Mitchie a lot…
Selena looked up and her expression grew thoughtful. I looked up as well and followed her gaze, it landed on Nick. He was standing in the kitchen all alone doing the dishes. I looked back at her questioningly. "You know what, I don't believe you." She said. I rolled my eyes. Had this boy been so unsociable the past year that it was impossible for her to believe that?
"Fine. I'll prove it to you." I said, standing up. She looked at me awed. I smiled at her and started walking towards the kitchen.
Nick's POV:
"Hey Nick." I turned around to see Miley standing behind me. "Hi…" I whispered, turning back. I had been doubting my earlier actions with her. The past year, I had been perfectly fine with not having friends and such, just my memories, and I didn't think I wanted to change that, not too soon anyways. And right now, I had no idea if it was too soon. But I knew that if I changed how I acted now, so many other things would change automatically.
She moved closer to me, "You… want some help?" she asked. I looked up at her shortly, "No thanks. I'm fine by myself." "I have nothing better to do…" she said suggestively. "I'm fine, seriously." "Come on. I swear I won't do any talking, just washing." I guess she wasn't about to give up. I sighed, turning to look at her, "Fine, you soap, I'll rinse, Ok?" She nodded eagerly. What was so exciting about washing the dishes, I'll never know…
Selena's POV:
I watched them from my position in the living room. Miley looked back at me for a moment and I shot her an amused smile. I still couldn't believe it! Mom and dad are gonna be ecstatic when they hear about this! Maybe Miley was the one that will finally bring our Nick back. Oh My God, why didn't I realize this earlier?! They are perfect for each other! Other than the fact that Miley is the most social girl you'll ever meet and Nick is kinda the opposite, but I bet Miley can change that.
I smiled… Nick was finally letting someone in. We used to be so close before, but not anymore. I missed that Nick. I sighed, leaning back on the couch. I hope this all ends well, and not in heartache for either of them. They were both very important people in my life. I would love to see Nick returning back to his old self, but at the same time would hate it if Miley or Nick got hurt in the process.
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No one's POV:
Miley entered Nick's room the next day. He looked up. She shot him a smile. "Why aren't you ready?" she questioned. "Ready for what?" he asked. "You know very well what." She said. The whole family was headed for the carnival in town. And Miley couldn't be more excited about it! She couldn't wait to ride all those rides, and eat candy corn and if she was lucky, to find herself a hot guy to win her a teddy bear.
"Miley, leave me alone, will you? I just don't wanna go!" Nick yelled, annoyed. Miley shook her head stubbornly and crossed her arms. "No, not until you say you will go to the carnival with the rest of us!" He looked up at her, trying the staring technique only for her to stare right back at him. Nick sighed dejectedly. "Fine, I'll go!"
Miley grinned making him groan. "Quick now! We don't have much time." She ordered before skipping out of the room. Why had he found it so difficult to say no to her?! This was so frustrating. He groaned again, pulling himself off the chair to get ready. Damn that girl!
A few minutes later, Nick made his way downstairs. Stomping slightly to make sure they all knew that he didn't like being forced into this. Denise smiled, looking at her watch, "Ready to go, guys?" she asked them happily. Secretly, she was just extremely happy that her son was finally starting to act a little better. She didn't how Miley had done it, but she had made Nick come out of his shell, even though it was only a little bit. She would be thankful to that girl for the rest of her life. Denise looked at her husband, smiling and then looked at their son. He smiled back and nodded.
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"I breathe your visions;
They pull me through the coldest of nights.
They steer me towards the moment in time.
When you show me what it means for you to be mine."
Fifteen minutes since they'd arrived at the carnival and all of them had ditched Miley and Nick to go have fun. Miley cleared her throat, "Uh… I guess since we are the only two left… wanna stay together?" He looked at her and shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure."
She smiled and took his hand. His head snapped down to their hands. He felt a warmth when she held his hands, the way her hand felt so soft and delicate in his and how they fit in together perfectly. He was about to snatch his hand away when she gripped it tighter. "Oh, stop it, I'm not gonna bite you!" He glanced at him; he was staring at her with an eyebrow raised; she sighed and rolled her eyes, "Only so we'll be able to stay together in this crowd. Just for safety." She explained. He gulped, his eyes drifting to their intertwined hands once more. "Right. Just for safety," he repeated.
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A/N: Not really in the mood to talk a lottt. :p Lol. I know Nick's behavior seems to have changed a LOT so soon, but just go with it, kay? :D
Just wanted to say… REVIEW!
P.S. I'm in the process of writing the next chapter, and I'm liking how it's turning out. :)
