A/N: In this chapter I'm going to try something different, and write it from Nick and Miley's point of views. But for this chapter only, and only because it was kind of a major thing that just happened :o !

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Chapter 9

When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes
And whispered in my ear 'guess who?'
I rattled off names like I really didn't know
But all along I knew it was you
-
You Look Good In My Shirt, Keith Urban

And when that moment happens the world suddenly seems to move in slow motion. Everything seems more real, as time is moving slower than usual. The events are dragged on. The pain seems unbearable and you're left to consider why there is any pain in the first place? When a friend kisses a girl it isn't supposed to hurt, but this hurt like hell. I didn't know what to do, what I was even supposed to do. Do I walk away and then act like we're still friends, just ignoring that I ever seen it happen? Run right up to him, yelling and screaming? Walk away with a brave face and ignore him for the rest of the summer? Or stay there, completely shell shocked, unsure of anything? Right now, I had no idea what option I was going to choose. I could feel Demi's arm around my shoulder, attempting to lead me away but I couldn't leave. Tears stung in my eyes and it hit me. I like him. Finally, it took enough time to realise it! But I did. I really like him. This was unbearable, seeing him kiss his ex. I felt so stupid. Was I really that naïve to thing he liked me too? I mean she was his type, beautiful and rich. Here I was the outsider. He could have any girl he wanted and I was stupid enough to thing that maybe he wanted me.

Slowly those tiny drops of pain fell from my eyes. Running down my pale cheek and splashing on the ground in agony. My body began to tremble. In pain, in embarrassment, in anger; I wasn't quite sure. Inside I was distraught, yet on the outside I was trying to stay strong and brave, trying to show the world that it wasn't affecting me, that I didn't like him. But it's harder than it looks.

I felt physically sick.

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It was like a rollercoaster ride. All these mixed emotions; it was all too hazy for me to even think straight. I know it is a lame excuse; no wait lame is an understatement. It was worse than that. I was being stupid and hell did I know it. Yet, I continued. Lord knows what I was thinking. In fact truth was, I wasn't thinking. Not one little bit.

That little voice inside my head was sending me warnings: loud and clear. Why couldn't I just listen to them? Even my freaking heart was warning me! Why wasn't I listening to any of the warnings? She was bad news. Yet I couldn't pull away, it was just so damn intoxicating. Boy, were her kisses good. And then it got me thinking; I wonder how Miley's kisses would feel. And while Selena's lips were lightly caressing mine in a forced sort of manner, all I could think of was Miley. How her gentle lips would feel against mine. How it would feel to hold her tightly against my body and tease her curls while our lips were connected. Would she have the kisses that made your knees suddenly weak and send tingles throughout your spine? My guess was yeah, probably. Even thinking about her made me giddy.

Why was I sitting here with her when I could be with Miley? Trying to find out truth, and telling her how I really feel. And then I had a flashback of last night. Was I really stupid to think that she was going to tell me that she liked me too? Of course. Why the heck would she like me? Considering whom she is what are the odds of her falling for a guy like me? And I can tell you, they are very slim.

And finally we pulled apart. I didn't know what to say, I was completely speechless. I had already hurt her before, I couldn't hurt her again. Her eyes bore through me like lasers and slowly I began to shake my head. Tears filled her eyes and she looked broken. I felt guilty, but she had to know that it was over. I wasn't coming back.

"Selena," I started, but something stopped me. I wasn't sure why, usually I don't interact with other peoples conversation but the voice was just too familiar. The yelling continued to grow, louder and louder. I didn't want to look, frightened of who it would be. But my head turned and there she stood. Her face wet with tears and red with rage. Demi stood trying to pull her away, but she wasn't having it. She was pushing her away and hitting her, as tears fell harder and faster. I stood up and ran over to her, yelling her name but she didn't hear me as she continued to scream at Demi. I grabbed her hands as she went to hit Demi again and she turned to face me. She looked up at me, heartache danced within those blue orbs but suddenly it was overcome with anger. Her teeth clenched together and her breathing became increasingly heavy. She harshly pulled her hands out of mine and stood with them clenched in tight fists. A million different thoughts raced through my head, but I just couldn't concentrate. I was petrified; I had never seen this side of her before.

"Miley." Demi said from behind me, almost warning her to cool down.

Either Miley hadn't heard her or was choosing to ignore her as she never moved an inch. She continued to stand there as tears fell fast from her eyes, and then it happened. It was all so quick. Her hand moved swiftly up towards my check and stung it harshly.

"I hate you," she muttered before storming off with Demi chasing her closely behind the heels.

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Wow, I was completely amazed at how great that stinging feeling on the palm of my hand felt. And yet at the same time I felt completely guilty. I stopped at a sudden and Demi ran right into me.

"Jeez, give me a warning."

I turned sharply to face her, fresh tears coated my face. "Was I out of order? Should I have just talked to him? I mean I shouldn't have reacted like that, we're just friends."

"Well I – " But I stopped her.

"I should go and apologise right? I mean I really didn't have to do that, I should have just spoken to him and sorted everything out."

"Yeah but Miley – "

"I mean he can date whoever he wants right? I should be supportive, even if it does hurt." And breathe out Miley.

"Miley, don't you dare interrupt me." She warned and I pretended to lock my lips and throw away the key. "I really honestly understand why you hit him, but it wasn't how you should have solved it. You should have just talked to him and told him how you felt."

I began to make my way back to the pier, knowing just what to do, when Demi yelled my name. Boy did that girl have a throat on her.

"What?" I called, turning round sharply to face her. My hands placed firmly upon my hip bones.

"What are you going to do? Just go up to him and be like 'oh sorry for hitting you, it's just that I really like you.' Would you really forgive him if he did that to you?"

She did have a point, and a rather good one at that rate. Would I really forgive him if he just suddenly done that out of the blue? But what if this was my only chance to talk things over with him, and what if I missed it?

"So what do I do?" I said quietly, but she had heard and she just shrugged her shoulders and walked off.

I stood on the dirt track alone, considering thoughts and ideas, tossing them from side to side. Weighing the negatives and positives; it was probably my worst habit. The sky became suddenly darker and a low rumble echoed through the sky. I glanced up towards the sky, just as the rain slowly began to fall. I had to make a decision and fast.

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I wasn't sure what hurt most – my cheek or those words. And I finally came to the conclusion that the words hit me hard, real hard. Selena's gentle, yet venomous touch was felt upon my shoulder and I just nudged it off and walked past her, bumping into her shoulder hard. I heard her voice call after me and I knew it, I was stupid enough to fall into her trap once again. I mentally cursed myself, over and over and over again. How the hell could I be that stupid and not see past her?

I didn't know where I was going, but I did know I had no intention of going home anytime soon. I was just letting my legs do the walking, hoping to find something or maybe someone. And while I was walking I couldn't help but think, why the heck did she slap me? That only meant one thing, did she like me too?

The sky grew dark and the rain began to fall. What a perfect way to end a perfect day. And then that's when he saw her. She stood in the middle of the dirt track, staring at the grey coloured sky, hugging her body closely as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. I gave a small cough, just to let her know I was here and slowly she looked my away. Her eyes grew wide with hope and desperation, but this wasn't going to be easy; nothing was ever easy. Even if telling each other was easy, then what was to say the future would be easy?

Neither of us moved. We both stood at least a couple of miles apart. Miley placed her hands slowly into the pockets of her white denim shorts. I watched her closely, studying her body. She looked simply beautiful, standing there with her short white denim ripped shorts and white vest top to match which grew a little more and more see through as more raindrops hit it. Her hair hung long and in loose curls, that were slowly undoing with the rain.

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Someone had to speak first, but who was that to be. Moments went past as an awkward, yet satisfying silence filled the wide gap between them. Eventually Miley spoke up, her voice was loud and weak as she yelled to him.

"Why did you kiss her?"

Not really knowing the answer to that, he decided to answer her with a question. "Why did you hit me?"

"I asked you first." Her voice was a little gentler, yet still loud enough for him to hear. The rain began to fall harder and harder and Nick found himself staring at her beauty, inside he was going crazy as her thin white shirt clung to her skin and perfectly around her breasts. The rain ran down her long, smooth legs and he took a deep breath just as she ran her fingers through her long, hair.

"Do you really hate me?"

She tilted her head till it was resting on her shoulder and she dropped it slightly, shaking it slowly. She looked up to him through her eyelashes, "I could never hate you."

A loud rumble cut through the sky, just as the rain fell harder. Tiny drops bounced off the ground, and Nick's curls fell into his eyes. Miley giggled slightly as he tried to push them out of his eyes, but turned serious again as he looked back towards her.

"Do you still love her?" She asked in a soft voice.

"I never did."

"Then why did you kiss her?"

"Because I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks." He paused for a moment. Now was his chance, would he take it? "Anyway, I kinda like this other girl right now."

Miley's heart began to race, faster and faster. Hope ran throughout her veins and that one little word seemed like a mouthful to get out. "Who?"

Nick took a step closer to her as another rumble ran through the dark sky. "You." He breathed.

Miley smiled and shook her head, "Well I sorta like this guy too."

"Who?"

And then she took a small step towards him. "You."

Rain fell harder and yet another roar of thunder echoed around them, closely followed by a stroke of lighting. Nick slowly began to make his way over to her, as did Miley. Faster and faster, until eventually they were running towards each other. Nick caught her in his arms, throwing her round in the arm and holding her closely. He pulled her closer and closer, until he felt every inch of her perfect figure against his. Excitement ran throughout his body and his head leaned lightly against hers. His hand ran up and down her back, sending shocks throughout her body, and he gently slipped it into her back pocket. Her hands roamed his chest, before sliding up and running them through his hair. Miley crashed her lips upon his, her tongue running along his bottom lip, begging for entrance which he happily accepted. Nick moaned slightly as Miley bit on his bottom lip. The kiss got more and more intense, and Miley smiled into it as she felt Nicks jeans slowly grow tighter. Her fingers clung onto his shirt and were tangled beneath his hair. His hand slipped out of her pocket and together slipped up her shirt, causing her to gasp at the sudden skin contact, and softly he caressed her back. Pretty soon they were both fighting for air and broke free, their noses just touching.

"You're beautiful," he whispered with a sweet, angelic smile. And Miley knew he didn't mean her face or her body, but her soul. Yet she laughed, knowing really she was a mess. Her hair was drenched and her makeup had run down her face, yet for just a slight second she had believed him.

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Ahh, how corny :) ? Blah.

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