A/M: Oh my Goodness!! How long has it been?! I read a couple of reviews that i was sure i would stop recieving, but i never did. I LOVE U GUYS SOOOO MUCH, even aftter so much time you still support n review my stories.
High School is NOT easy so far, at all! 6 week passed n ALL my friends are failing at least 1 class! Anyways. Here's a new chapter. 1st time i get on the computrt for a month... im NOT kidding.
I also dont have interent in my house anymore =( suckish but i hope I get it back soon so i can keep writting more frequently
Chapter 8:
Nick stood up from the couch as soon as he saw her come in the room. A huge, bright smile lighting up both of the teenagers' faces. They froze for a couple of seconds. It was like their brain had to register this moment perfectly. It had been 2 months since they last saw eachother, and for sure they were missing the heck out of one another. After they finally gained the right posture to move, the first thing Miley did was run to him and hug him around the neck. He laughed and held her tight, lifting and spinning her body around. Their way of showing how much they'd missed, cared, and loved each other. The happy moment making, even Mrs. Cyrus happy.
"I'll leave you two alone, so y'all can chit-chat and catch up on each other." Mrs. Cyrus said, leaving the living room at once. Miley smiled and nodded at her mom, then turned back to Nick.
"Oh my gosh! But-how?" She asked, still unbelieving this moment.
"Well, you see, you buy a plane ticket at the airport and-" Miley slapped him on the shoulder before he could continue making him chuckle.
"I'm serious!"
"Well...I missed you, and today was one of our days off sooo I decided to come visit." He explained.
"Awe, you missed me?" Miley teased.
"Not really, I just felt bad for you, you haven't seen my sexy face in over two months!" Nick joked.
"Whatever! You may have a sexy face, but I have a sexy everything." She joked back, running her hands, smoothly over her upper body.
"That's why we make such a great team." He said, playfully, poking her nose, cauing her to giggle. Until his words hit her. They make such a great TEAM. Like he said, it's been over two months and it's not like she hadn't missed him either. She was free from Justin, and maybe she was ready for something with Nick?
"So, where's your room?" He asked walking past her.
"Oh. Here, I'll show you." She responded, snapping our of her 3 second day dream, and began to lead the way to her room. "How long are you staying?" She asked.
"Well, it's basically just for today. But I have to leave tomorrow morning. Miley's face saddened
"So quick?" She pouted, opening the door to her room
"It' just... tour, you know, we've been really busy." Nick said, walking in.
"Yah, I know. I've just missed you so much I want you to stay for a whole year!" Miley laughed.
"I wish!" There was an awkward silence between them. As they sat on her bed, they were both thinking the same thing. But weren't sure if they should bring it up.
"So..." Miley began, breaking the silence.
"So." He repeated. "I heard you got a jetski. Thinking of iviting me on a ride?"
"Oh my gosh! Yes! I almost forgot, you wanna go now?" She offered.
"Ok, why not."
"Ok, I'm gonna change in the bathroom, you can change in the closet if you want, wait did you bring a bathing suit?"
"I did, but I left it in my hotel room." He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"Well you can borrow some of my work out shorts, they're pretty big, they should fit you." Miley responded walking to her walk in closet and getting a pair of red shorts out, and handed them to him. "Here."
"Thanks."
"Now." She dug out some clothes. "Let." She got a hold of a black bikini. "Me." Dug them out. "Change." Miley began walking out of the closet and closed the door behind her so Nick would change. When he was done doing so, he roamed around the closet, looking at some pictures she had on top of shelves. One grabed his attention, out of all the years he's known her, he'd never seen this one. She was young, with small pig-tails that held her light brown, curly hair. She was about... five, he guessed. Sitting on her grandfather's lap. Watching a picture of little Miley all smiley made him let out a breath of laghter.
He reached for the picture that sat atop a rather high shelf. It made him wonder how on earth she managed to get it up there. He got on his tip toes and with the tips of his fingers he pushed the photograph toward him. Until it was close enough for him to grab it, but instead it fell on the floor, the picture was out of the frame and so was another one behind it. He reached down for the frame and the pictures. But he noticed the picture from afar, looked oddly familiar. Of course. It was their very first date. With Miley and Nick sitting together and his friends in the background. They were 13, when everything was fine and perfect. When he fell in love with her. When he was able to tell her sweet nothings without a worry. Those times he missed ever so. He flipped it over noticing there was writting on the back of it.
Memories are to be kept as part of ones life.
Never to be trashed, and forget that they never made you smile.
Memories are what shape our life, and give it meaning.
I'll never forget you, because you were and are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I Love You.
And at the end of the sweet poem was a messy heart drawn with red pen.
So lost was the young teenage boy that he hadn't noticed the girl walk in, until she slowly and carefully took the picture from his hands. He turned to her, alarmed, quickly letting go off the picture.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to see it, but it fell, and then it came out, and I-" He spoke rapidly, trying to make up for the small inident. But cut himself up when the girl in front of him smiled at the picture.
"I didn't know what to wear. It had taken me 40 minutes, and i ended up choosing sweatpants over everything else." She laughed at her own childish self. Nick looked at her carefully. Watching her lean down for the frame and the other photograph. He put everything back in its place and turned to her friend. "You ready?"
"Er-yeah, I just... Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?"
"Yea." She walked over to an open shelf in the closet looking over the different colored shirts, and finally choosing one. "This one should fit you fine."
But Nick, thought should've been listening, was compleatly drawn over to Miley's body. The many times he'd seen her like this and it still amazed him how absolutely stunning she was. Everything about her seemed so irrevocably perfect. And so he was lost for words. The stupid effect she had on him.
"Hello?" She spoke snapping her fingers in front of his face.
"Oh-er-ah- yea. Yea that one's fine." Nick stuttered
Miley smirked and handed him the orange shirt.
"I'll- uh- go change now." He said turning around and stumbuling over a small pile of clothes. While Miley giggled, Nick couldn't help but feel entirely humiliated by the situation. This was not starting off very well.
* * * *
"SLOW DOWN! YOU'RE DRIVING LIKE A MAD PERSON!" Nick shouted over the sound of the fast waves moving past them. They were now on top of the jetski. It was Miley's turn to drive, and she was taking very well advantage of it. She could feel Nick's hands tight around her waist. And she knew darn well that by driving this crazily his hold would only get tighter. And, though, she hated to admit it, she loved the feeling of being in his arms.
"CALM DOWN! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING... YOU TRUST ME DON'T YOU?" She replied.
"NOT SURE ANYMO-!" He was cut off by a sudden, surprising, harsh U-turn and an unexpected stop. "I sware, if you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up dying of a heart attack." He loosened his grip. "My turn." He said.
"Look!" She said pointing to something inside the water. Nick looked closer to a a dark figure swiming around in the water, trying to make up his mind to what it could possibly be. He looked at Miley who seemed to be thinking rather hard. The sun was shining brightly at them and Nick was sure he wasn't the only guy to think that Miley looked extreamly, stunningly beautiful with the sun rays lighting up her hair and eyes.
He rested his chin in her shoulders sending small tingly shocks across Miley's body. "It's my turn." He half whispered. Making her heart stop for a small second.
"Ugh, fine, fine." Miley said, getting down from the jet skii and letting him to the front. Once they were all settled. Nick looked back at her over his shoulder.
"Before I start driving, I'd like to let you know... I've never driven a jet ski before." He laughed mischeviously.
"WHA-!" She screamed but was cut off by a sharp, harsh start. She held on extra tight just to be secure. It was quite nerve racking at first, but she learned to relax against his back soon enough.
"Where's the breaks!" He screamed through the loud noise of the waves.
"In the right handle!" She replied.
The ride was over sooner than they wanted it to. Nick got off the jet ski first to help Miley get off as well. They ran, laughed, giggled, and pushed each other while Miley showed Nick a small tour of the beach. In awkward moments of silence they would push each other around just to have a laugh. Miley even jumped on Nick's back without giving him a warning, making him stumble on the sand. And in an instance, without even realizing it, they were holding hands. Already on their way back to Miley's beach house, she held his hand with one hand and grasped his arm with the other. Anyone that saw them like this would think they were a couple.
Everything felt very right. They were at Miley's doorstep now, still holding hands without feeling a slight ssense of akwardness, because to them, to their hearts, this is how they belonged. Laughing and cuddling each other like a normal couple, though they weren't. This to them, was like home, like it always should've been, like it always SHOULD be.
"It was fun... though you nearly killed me out there." Nick joked.
"Me? Who was the one that nearly made me fall off into the water!" She joked back, and they laughed. A strong impulse came over him and so he did what he couldn't help to, he kissed her head gently. So gently she felt like a rose. She felt so loved just by a small touch of his lips. Oh the things he could make her feel. She blushed furiously, looking down and grasped his hand and arm tighter. Then she looked up. They were already inside the house. Nick still starring at her, noticed her tense up. Her face went pale in only a second. He looked up to see what it was that had frightened her so.
He saw HIM.
