Chapter Nine: Like We Used To
~Can you promise me if this was right? – A Rocket To The Moon~
I charge for the door as soon as I hear the doorbell. I know it's Miley, because she always does a little tune with the doorbell. I open the door and smile at her. She's dressed casually but still looks like a bombshell. She's wearing an oversized purple flannel with a white tank under it paired up with black tights, which are tucked into black combat-like boots. Her hair seems to be the only thing she spent a lot of time on considered it's straightened something she normally doesn't do. Her makeup is perfectly natural, emphasizing her natural beauty, just how I like it.
"Hi." She smiles back, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. As I lead her to the couch I set up for us with food and blankets, I smile at how cute it is that she's so nervous. It blows my mind how one minute she can be this confident, wild, sexy girl who apparently can't be tamed and the next she's back to that nervous insecure thirteen year-old I fell in love with. It's amazing to think that I obtain the ability to do that to her.
"What movie are we watching first?" She plops down on one end of the couch and picks up a blanket.
"You're my guest, you pick."
She looks down at her options on the coffee table and picks one up. "Definitely 'Step Brothers'." I put the movie in a DVD player and sit down next to her on the couch. I turn to her and catch her eye so I smile and she smiles back and turns back to the movie. I sense awkwardness already. Unacceptable.
"Mi." I say gently, extending my arm out to her and taking her hand. I tug her arm and she scoots closer to me as I lead her arm around my waist. I then place my own arm around her shoulder as she leans her head on my chest. Much better.
We've watched this movie so many times together and separately, it's ridiculous. We both love it, one of us more than the other, considering how she nearly dies of laughter every time. I may or may not love the movie for different reasons than her though, since I'm usually watching her instead, you be the judge. I love watching her reactions to all the different scenarios; she gets so into it, it's almost as if she's the one going through it all.
We haven't had movie night in so long, the last time we had one, we were still dating. I remember how we would never actually finish a movie, I would always end up kinda seducing her (or the other way around) and next thing we'd know, we'd be lying on my parents' tainted living room couch being normal hormone-filled teenagers. God, I miss that.
I slowly run my hand down her arm and glance at her, wondering if I start this what it could lead to. My arm slides around her waist and I continue my previous action this time one side of her undershirt riding along with my hand. I look over at the exposed skin, getting only a glimpse of her toned stomach; it's frightening what seeing not even half of her newly pierced navel does to me. I slowly run my fingers across her lower stomach and stop at the small jewel. How can something so tiny be so hot? I notice she's looking at me, probably wondering what I'm doing.
"When'd you get this done?" I trace my index finger around it, it seems strangely complicated, and not to mention painful.
"A couple months ago, you hadn't noticed it yet?"
"Oh, no, I noticed it." Keeping my gaze on her, I tug at it a little. "Did it hurt?"
"It actually felt more weird than painful, but it did hurt for a little while after getting it done. I like it though, so it was all worth it." She smiles and looks down at it. "Do you like it?" She looks up at me, biting down on her lower lip, obviously embarrassed by her own question.
I nod my head. "Mhm, it looks sexy on you." I say seriously.
"You really think so?"
I laugh, "What? You don't think it looks nice?"
"I think it looks nice but I wouldn't go as far as to say it makes me look sexy." She let's out an airy laugh.
"Correction: you make it look sexy." I smile as her face reddens.
"Stop it!" She lightly smacks my chest, burying her face in my chest.
"Aw, am I making big, bad, untamable Miley blush?"
"You've already tamed me so obviously that doesn't apply to you." She mumbles into my chest. I push her hair behind her ear and I know she knows what I want because she lifts her head up and looks at me her mouth slightly agape. I take that as my initiative to softly brush my lips against hers taking my time just to reacquaint myself with the amazing feeling of having her this close to me again. She extends her neck a little higher and I smile as her lips firmly press onto mine. She was never the patient one. I can't believe how perfect this feels; everything about us and this moment just feels right.
I slowly pull away but she holds onto my lower lip with both of hers. Clever. She knows what that does to me and it's just like her to use it to her advantage. But hey, who's complaining? She giggles as I lean more into her, causing her to lean back away from me and granting me the much needed access to her tempting bare neck.
It starts at my toes and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes I always know that you make me smile please stay for a while-
What perfect timing whoever that is has. "I'm so sorry." She looks at me apologetically as she answers the phone. "Hello." She sounds pissed so I do the smart thing and give her privacy.
"That's not your concern any more." I hear her say in a harsh whisper as I head for the kitchen. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who she's talking to. And suddenly, I'm bombarded by thoughts of Lucie. It's crazy; a few days ago I was declaring my love for her, lying to myself and everyone else that Miley was like a sister to me. Now look at me. I guess I just needed that little, or rather big, scare of losing her again to reevaluate my priorities.
"Nick?"
I turn around and see her leaning on the wall of the kitchen entrance fiddling with her phone.
"I'm gonna head home now?"
I doubt she meant for that sentence to come out as a question but her face definitely has uncertainty written all over it. Actually, it's more apologetic with a hint of uncertainty.
"Already? We haven't finished the movie though." She tilts her head a little and gives me a 'be serious' look. That was expected. "Okay, but let me at least cook you some dinner."
I can tell she's holding in laughter as she places a hand on her chest, almost as if her heart can't handle what I just said. Jerk. "You want to make me dinner, Nick?" She asks with a humorous smile.
"Yeah, why not? But, I mean, if you don't want me to-"
"No! Not at all, I just didn't know you cooked; you've never cooked for me before."
"Well, now you know. So, what do you say?"
"I'd love to, I really would, but duty calls."
"What is it?"
"Um...don't worry about it." She says it nicely but it feels like the biggest slap in the face I've ever gotten. I mean we are best friends, right? And call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure best friends don't keep these kinds of things from each other...
"Sorry, too late." I mumble to myself as I search the fridge for some food.
She walks over to where I'm standing and touches my arm. "I had fun."
"Me too." I wrap an arm around her shoulder, pressing my lips on her forehead. As I let go, she looks at me, chewing on her lip and I know she wants to say something but isn't sure how to phrase it.
"Nick, can I be completely blunt with you?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Why? Am I making it that obvious?" I reply softly in an attempt to make my voice huskier. She grins, biting down on her lower lip. Success.
"Not to sound like a whore or anything, but what's stopping you?"
"You know how I can be, I rush into things and it hasn't really worked out well for me in the past. You obviously know that." She nods her head in an understanding way. "Well, Miss Miley," I say tapping her nose playfully with my index finger, "I'd rather not lose you this time around."
"Okay, well, see ya." She spins around, heading for the door. What the hell?
"Wait!" She turns around to face me. "Don't I at least get a hug?"
She narrows her eyes at me, knowingly and crosses her arms across her chest. "I think you've forgotten that I know you, Nick. I know exactly what you're doing."
"What am I doing?" I move closer to her so that I'm standing right in front of her, looking down at her.
"Since you're too chicken to make the first move, you're waiting for me to do it but you can't bring yourself to tell me so you hint at it until I do. Hm, kinda feels like deja vu, doesn't it?" She smirks. "Aw Hun, I thought you'd outgrown your thirteen-year-old self."
"Shut up, you loved my thirteen-year-old swag."
"I taught you everything you know."
"I'm not denying that, but I wouldn't exactly say everything, just saying..."
"You're such a guy sometimes." I open my arms out for her and she steps into me and rests her cheek on my chest.
After a while I can tell she's trying to pull away but of course, I just hold on tighter and begin to rock her from side to side. She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. "You do realize you've already kissed me...on the couch?"
"Oh man, you want it just as bad, I know you do." I smirk at her.
"Only I can control my..." she pauses, almost as if searching for the right word to use, then she moves her face dangerously close to mine and we're practically nuzzling noses, "urges." She smirks back. If I hadn't made it clear already, this girl will obviously be the death of me. She makes it so easy for me to adore her and she does it so effortlessly, it's almost scary. I understand her better than anyone else in this world because we basically grew up together and sometimes I feel like it's a risk trying to pursue her, but that very risk is a huge contributor in what makes it all worthwhile.
"Oh yeah?" I challenge, because of course, my mind is too jumbled to form a complete and coherent sentence.
"Mhm. See, I can be this close to you and still be able to control myself." At this point, her proximity to me is gradually increasing so one can only imagine the pace at which my heart is running as her lips softly brush against mine word after word. I'm not the only one suffering from a hyperactive heart though, oh no. Her closeness to me is both a disadvantage and an advantage to me.
"Are you free Saturday night?" I ask and glance at the clock on the microwave, letting a small smile slip as I look back at her. She looks back at the clock and does a double take after reading what time it is: 7:05. She looks at me and does that adorable thing with her face where she narrows her eyes and scrunches her nose at the same time and I can't help but laugh. "You're cute."
"Thank you, and you're extremely cheesy..." She smiles and reaches up to grab my cheeks in her palms. "But adorable at the same time."
I lean down, taking her bottom lip in between both of mine, It might be weird to say, but it's amazing how perfectly our lips fit together, it's like two puzzle pieces that were made for each other. Kissing Miley probably falls under the top ten best feelings in the world list. I never get tired of it and it seems to feel better and better every time, if that's even possible. A big part of the reason I love kissing her so much I think has to do with her, for lack of a better word, feedback. From my experience, I've discovered that most girls hold back during intimate moments but with Miley, it's different, she's not afraid to express herself at all, which, by the way is such a turn on. It works to my advantage when we're together because I never have to wonder if I'm doing something wrong; I know all the signs. For example when she touches my face, like she's doing now, I know she's enjoying it, but she wants more, or if she's running her fingers through my hair and/or sighing, I know she's really into it, if her hands are kinda just roaming my entire body and she's moaning, I know she's turned on, if her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, most times she's either feeling sad or insecure, and if she's not doing any of that, then I know something's wrong. It kind of scares me how much of a pro she's gotten at it since we were last together.
Her hands slide down to my chest as she slowly pulls away, chewing on her lower lip. "Where are you taking me Saturday night?"
"We're celebrating Maya's birthday at Les Deux. "Old Hollywood" is the theme. You're going as my beautiful date, are you up for it?"
"Hell yeah, I'm always up for a party. She turns eighteen, right?"
"Yup, as of tomorrow, she's officially an adult." I extend my arms out, "see you soon?" She wraps her arms around my torso and looks up at me, puckering her lips for me to kiss. I give her lips a quick peck. As expected, she lets out a little whimper, as I pull away, and juts her lower lip out, widening her eyes at me. I let out a loud laugh. "You are too cute for your own good." We connect our lips once more and again, it's like total ecstasy as sparks fly and butterflies swarm our stomachs.
"I gotta go," she says between kisses, "I'll see you later." She presses her lips hard on mine before letting go.
"Wait," I grab her arm before she starts walking away and, without wasting time, I slide my tongue in her mouth. Without hesitation, she glides her fingers through my hair, her finger tips massaging my scalp. I slide my arms around her waist and lift her feet off the ground. I can feel a smile spreading across her mouth.
"Stop it Nick, I can't, I have to go." She pulls down her undershirt, that has slid up above my arms.
"Just stay for a little while. Please? I'll love you forever." I lean my forehead against hers just because I know it's hard for her to resist that way.
"Stop it!" She throws her head back giggling. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay." I sigh and place her back down on the floor with one more peck on her lips and in no time, she's walking out the front door. It's amazing, we haven't even established what we are to each other yet and I already can't get enough of her.
My face contorts to form a disgusted look as I walk into the living room only to find my brother and his best-friend-turned-girl-friend practically devouring each other on our living room couch. I know Miley and I were making out in the same couch a while ago, but not like them.
"As much as I enjoy watching you two eat each other up, unfortunately, you're going to have to detach for like two seconds."
"Oh hey Nick, what's up?" Demi says, totally unfazed, which is funny because I know if it was Miley in her position, she wouldn't show her face around here for a while. Hard to believe, but very much true.
"Demi, you talked to Miley today, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Did she seem okay when you talked to her?"
She looks at Joe and they share a look. "Dude, you're getting obsessive again." Joe says, resting his arm around Demi's shoulder.
"She won't answer my calls; I'm concerned. There's a difference." I counter as I walk back to my room annoyed.
"She's fine, Nick!" I hear Demi call out before I shut my door.
It has been bugging me all day, before she left here, she was clearly upset about something. I know she'll call, she told me she would and I believe her but...I don't know. I know I overreact with her sometimes, but I just can't help it, she's kinda become attached to me over the years, so much that it doesn't even matter whether we're together or not, she's apart of me now.
I hear my phone ringing and I swear my heart nearly rips out of my chest. I answer it after the first ring and smile at the annoyance I immediately hear in her voice. "Nicholas, what the hell is the meaning of your TEN missed calls?" She could have said she hated me and I probably still would have smiled. I'm just ecstatic to hear her voice.
"They mean I love hearing your voice."
"You don't always have to worry about me, Nick, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." She sighs, "Don't be so overprotective, it's annoying."
"I know and I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me, I just can't help it sometimes, you're really important to me."
"I'm not mad, Hun, I just think that there's a line that has to be drawn, you know?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing!" She scolds with a laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I think it's adorable that you stress yourself out over little ol' me." I smile because I can hear the smile in her voice, confirming her sincerity.
"So, Des, tell me about your day, starting from when you woke up to now. Be very descriptive about everything, preferably your thoughts and feelings about the events that occurred from 5:30 to 7:05 pm."
"Ha, nice try but you know if you had straight up asked, I would have told you, but you chose trickery. Not nice, Lucas."
"I don't need to ask to know you enjoyed it, I can read you like a book." I test, and the corners of my mouth curve up knowing she'll fall for it.
"Touché."
"Trickery, darling, is a beautiful thing."
"Oh! You're good."
I laugh and rest my head on the headboard of my bed. "So, how are you?"
"I'm okay...I guess."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just kinda lonely here without my fabulous roommate who ditches me every night now. Tell her I love her too, by the way."
"Are you going to bed now?"
"Mhm, in my ginormous bed that I usually share with Demi."
"Still hate sleeping alone, I see." I chuckle at that thought.
"Yup..." She drags out the word, popping the 'p' at the end."
"I guess I should let you go then."
"Okay," she lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Goodnight."
"'Night." I hang up and shut my eyes thinking about how if we were officially together I would be either already at her place or on my way over there. We were living with our parents and yet we still managed to spend almost every night together; usually me at her place because her parents weren't as strict as mine. I remember how we would talk about turning eighteen and moving in together and eventually getting married. Who knew so much would happen between then and now? Who knew we would find our way back to each other? Who the hell says, we can't have that again? Who says I can't go over to her place right now?
Almost as if on cue, I get a text message.
Damn it Nick, come cuddle with me. –Miley
Nick seems like a pretty sketchy guy, doesn't he? I'd love to hear all your opinions on what you think his deal is. :)
Hint: A few of you are already on the right path.
Also, keep in mind that if something ever seems weird and far-fetched, it's probably significant to where this story is headed. And just a heads up, after a couple of chapters things will get a tad bit bizarre and confusing.
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