An- Niley, baby! Don't worry I'm just as excited about them coming together as you are *sighs* if only they could come together like this in real life, huh? Or atleast be a couple in real life... Oh well! Let's get on with this, shall we?

Chapter 9: Us against the world

'No matter what anyone could say, this is the only place for me...'

Miley:

Slowly I stretch as I start to stir, surprised not to feel any kinks or knots in my back or any other place in my body. I'm not going to lie, I'm a messy sleeper. I can sleep in one place when I close my eyes only to reawaken the next night upside down. I actually kind of feel bad for Nick, he found out the hard way...

( Getting kicked in the shin multiple times isn't the way I'd like to wake up.) Poor guy. Too bad I can't do anything about it. I didn't feel bad when I hated him but now that there's thing between us ( is that a right word to call it?) I can't help but feel a little sympathetic.

Thinking of Nick, my lips automatically drift upwards and I feel that tingling sensation taking control of me. I never expected this, I never thought this would occur in the slightest but last night, kissing him, being with him.. it felt so right, it felt so natural and the fact that he's such a good kisser aint so bad either. Now I know what everyone keeps bragging about. (Muahahahaha bitches, he's mine.)

Now if only I could find him?

I exit my room, down the hallway and head down the staircase, hearing the cluster and clutter of pans being messed around in the kitchen. I stifle my laughter as I catch the culprit of disruption in action.

"Is that your new method of waking me up, 'cause honestly, it kind of sucks and it's scaring my kid." I say, referring to Noah who's crumpled his face and ready to howl.

Nick smirks. "It got you down here, didn't it?"

"The last time I came down here, I had mystery meat all over my clothes."

"And hair." He chuckles.

"Not funny." I pout. "That stuff stinks. " Till this day, shampoo hasn't managed to gauge the smell completely.

Nick sidles up towards me, pressing himself completely against my body, resting his arms around my waist. "It turned out great, don't you think?"

I pretend to think it over. "Still undecided."

He pinches me and I giggle, resting my forehead against his and looking into those perfect eyes of chocolate.

"Say it." He urges.

"Never." I shot back, what can I say? I'm the queen of arguing, even if you are my man.

"Say it." He prods, kissing the spot right under my ear. I resist the sigh of contentment threatning to spill out of my lips.

"Nuh uh." I shake my head.

His lips glide down my neck, provoking me.

"Kiss me." I order.

"Nuh uh." He mimicks.

"Nick." I whine, I feel his stomach vibrating of laughter and stomp my foot, making him laugh louder. I shove his chest, making him choke on his own laughter.

(Take that asshole.)

"Don't blame me, you started it."

I scoff and he grins, wrapping his soft, strong armsaround me and against my will I melt inside them. They're so large and muscular and comfortable. For a moment, I feel like I can drown in this moment forever.

"Say it, Mi." He mumbles into my hair.

"It did work out great." I finally answer and I watch his eyes turn smug in satisfaction.

"That's my girl."

'You're girl, huh?" I tease.

He freezes, noticing his error. "Umm..."

I smile. "I like the sound of that."

"Tease."

"Look who's talking." I fire back, referring to moments before.

And then I kiss him.

It's just like the other night. I feel those fireworks erupt as our lips touch and I feel that tingle increase as it spreads throughout the whole of my body. My hand rakes over his back in desperation. I don't think I can ever tire of his kisses.

Nick pulls back. "I am a good kisser, aren't I?"

I flush, realizing that I probably spoke aloud my thought.

"Yeah, you totally spoke your thought aloud."

"Stop that." I warn, just as the baby starts howling from lack of attention. I pick him up, kissing his plastic little forehead and smiling as he quietens.

Nick smiles, pulling out my chair for me to sit , handing me Noah's bottle and also a dish of breakfast he has prepared. I smile back, he's so infuriating sometimes but its moments like these where you can tell Nick actually has a romantic bone in his body. I'm not afraid to tell him so.

Nor am I afraid to tease the heck out of him when he flushes from embarrasement. - Haha caught!

Noah becomes restless, reminding me of his bottle and I rock him twice, soothing him a little before feeding him.

"You're so good with him." Nick remarks in awe.

Miley shrugs. "I might've babysat a couple times. He's like the only person I'm good with."

"You're good with me."

I laugh. "You're just saying that because you get to kiss me."

"True." He replies, sneaking a kiss.

I laugh, swatting him away.

"I mean it though, Miley. You are good with people and maybe if you had a little more confidence, I could prove it to you."

"Are you saying I have a confidence problem?"

"Leave it to you to focus on that part of my sentence instead of the other ones."

I giggle ( and do I seem to be doing that a lot lately?) . "Shut up. I mean it though, I'm not a people person, you'll find that out when we walk into school this morning."

"You're still on that?" Nick sighs. "Look Mi, I meant what I said the other day. Fuck my rep. Fuck all of them. If they can't stand the fact that I'm not dating some blonde, brainless cheerleader than they're not worth caring about anyway."

I nod, I'm still a little hesitant thought.

Nick squeezes my hand. "Just trust me."

"Kind of hard to do when you were the object of my misery."

"It went both ways."

"You put itching powder all over my seat."

"That was so long ago."

"It was three weeks ago, Nick."

"Well you were a bitch, then."

"Only 'cause you were a dick, then."

"Yeah, I pretty much got that when you made that stupid little nickname." I turn to him in confusion and he elaborates. "Nick the dick?"

"You knew about that?"

Nick rolls his eyes. "Everyone did."

"I didn't know you then." I answer meekly.

"And I didn't know you then."

"You still don't."

"But I'm getting to know more." He whispers. "Trust me, Miley. If anyone even tries anything, I'll break their arm."

"I know." I unwillingly admit.

"Good." He replies, kissing me. "Now get your ass in the shower so we can drop off Noah and enter the gates of hell."

"It really is hell in there, I swear." I comeback, knowing he was mocking me of my opinion of school. My opinion hasn't changed. It still is hell. He just isn't the wicked leader dick of all hell anymore, he's more along the lines of Nick the leader boyfriend of all hell.

"Go." He urges, stealing Noah away from me and patting my ass as I rise.

I glare before doing as he says.

No point arguing with him. I mean no more than I already have anyway.

I head into the shower, letting the water wash away all my insecurities, before stepping out, wrapping my towel around myself and wrapping another around my waves of brunette hair.

After doing all the necessities, I do a quick scan of my closet, wishing Demi was here to help me prepare for the 'perfect' outfit. Like they say, appearance is key, in this case, it really is and although Demi's choice in clothing is a little out of the box sometimes, its in style and she would've definitely known what to wear.

I don't even know why I'm bothering, no one will be focusing so much on Nick and I or our clothes when they get a good look at Demi killing me for not telling her.

Finally, I decide on dark ripped skinny's, a simple v-neck top and cream ballet flats to match the cream bangles on my arm. Within seconds, I apply little makeup, spray mousse to my natural waves, grab my glasses and my phone before walking out of my room.

"Ready." I call down the stairs.

Nick eyes me in want and I smirk. " I thought you'd like it."

"You weren't wrong." He mumbles, and I laugh kissing his cheek before dashing to the car.

"Whose turn is it this time?"

"My mom's." I answer after he finishes buckling in Noah. See, we've got this whole routine thing that we do. One day Noah's left with Nick's parents, the next day he's left with my mom. Today it's mom's turn.

"In a rush?" Mom asks, standing opposite our car as we reach her driveway.

"A little." Nick answers sweetly. "Thanks for having him, Mrs. Stewart."

"For the last time it's Tish, sweetheart and it's no problem, just keep making my daughter happy and there's no problems." Mom answers, winking at me and I blush.

"Is it that obvious?"

Mom laughs. "Hon, you've got the smile I was wearing when your father asked me out. And kissed me." She adds.

"'Kay, too much info, mom." I gag.

"Nick." She warns.

"I won't hurt her, I promise." He vows.

She nods, ushering us off and I hug her before we're on the road to that place, that awful place with villains and demons and sorcerers mistakened for ordinary high school students ready to burn us to the grave.

"You ready for this?"

I swallow my nerves. "Do we really have a choice?"

Nick squeezes my hand in comfort and the door gates open.

Cue the shocked faces.

This is where the drama begins.

An- Sooo long chapter to make up for those weeks of not updating. I hope it wasn't too rushed or boring for you, I was kind of on a time limit, I have to go visit my brother. He's autistic and he's been a little on the violent side for a while so he's been in the hospital but the government has finally got him his own place and we're going to help him set up. I can't wait, I haven't seen my brother for a whole month so I'm excited.

Regards to this story, I was thinking on ending it last chapter but I got a lot of reviews of encouragement to continue on so I think I might. Should I? Review and tell me.

Love,

Nicki M.