Miley stared at Nick in wonder.
All the gang members lay on the ground in a pile.
"When did you learn that?!"
"I have amazing karate skills. You didn't think I was another brain dead musician did you?" he kidded her as they kept walking.
"When did you learn it?" she asked him.
"I was five. Joe kept sticking my head in the birthday cake…" he shuddered.
"I wondered why you had cake issues. You almost screamed when they offered you some at the diner." She laughed.
"You would too if your older brother kept pushing your head in!" he argued.
"So, what did you do?"
Nick smiled evilly.
A six year old Nick walked up to a nine year old Joe.
"Joe, I want to show you this new trick I learned in class." He smiled innocently.
"Fine." He got ready.
And Nick flipped him over frontwards.
And a fight ensued.
Kevin walked in.
"NICK STOP BEATING UP JOE!"
Miley was hysterical.
"What happened afterwards?"
"Joe still won't watch karate movies." He answered simply.
Boy, was Miley glad Jackson hadn't fought Nick. He'd probably be dead.
Then they saw two things they didn't really want to see.
The cops.
And the convicts.
Oh joy.
"Split up." said Miley.
Nick looked at her like she was crazy.
"Just do it. We'll meet back up at the apartment."
She ran before he could argue.
The cops ran after Miley and the convicts ran after Nick.
Psycho killers or people who could send them back to their parents.
Nick got the good end of the deal.
Miley his behind a wall, waiting for the cops to pass her.
She couldn't and wouldn't leave Nick.
The pain would be too much.
Nick was in a tighter situation.
Meaning he was so desperate he hid in a dumpster.
Then it was all over.