CHAPTER TEN

August 14th

I was sitting on the pier with Miley when it happened. There had been rumors all day that her Dad was at Camp Rock, and I mean, sure, I wanted him to be here and to talk to Miley, but he's my girlfriends hugely famous Dad, he scares me. He's big, he's strong, and I've been kissing his daughter for the last three Summers. Not to mention the last time I was around him I reduced myself to a stuttering mess, making an idiot out of myself.

"Miley." She froze at the voice behind us and it took me a few moments to place it.

"Dad." Miley turned, her eyes wide as she stared at him. I felt myself pale as I slowly turned to him, he was glaring us... More likely, he was glaring at me.

"Get your hands off my daughter." Mister Stewart growled, I hadn't just been sitting with pMiley... I may or may not have been kissing her... I may or may not have been making out with her.

"Dad." Miley frowned as I shakily took my hands off her waist.

"Now don't ever put your hands on her again." He threatened.

"B-but-" I started to protest, hating myself for the way I stuttered again.

"Dad, leave Joseph alone." Miley said, I looked down, I couldn't even defend myself to my girlfriends father. What sort of man am I that Miley has to fight my battles for me.

"Don't start, Miley, you and I need to talk." Mr. Stewart said, still glaring.

"Anything you want to say to me you can say in front of Joseph." Miley insisted, holding my hand tightly.

"Don't test me, Miley." Mr. Stewart said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

"S-s-stop-stop it." I requested, though it didn't have the steam I wanted it to.

"Do you have something to say, Boy?" Mr. Stewart glared at me, but my eyes were on Miley.

"Don't, Joseph." Miley whispered, looking down, but I still saw he wince.

"Let-let go of her." I demanded, though my conviction didn't sound very strong when it was barely a whisper and I was looking at the ground.

"Excuse me. What did you say, Boy?" I stumbled back a step when he glared at me before my eyes focussed on his hand around Miley's arm again.

"L-let go of Miley, you're hurting her." My voice was stronger this time. Mr. Stewart looked suprised at my courage and actually looked down to where he was holding Miley's arm before he quickly let go.

"Let's go, Miley, we need to have a serious talk." Mr. Stewart muttered, waiting for Miley to walk ahead of him. Miley smiled appologetically at me as Mr. Stewart glared before they both walked away. "I thought I told you to stay away from that kid?" I heard him scold her as they walked away. Mr. Stewart told Miley to stay away from me? Why?

"There are two reasons I come here every year, Dad, and Joseph is one of them." Miley told him in response.

CAMP ROCK

Augst 15th

"Are you sure this is okay?" I looked around nervously, Miley and I were in a boat, out on the lake. It wasn't that I didn't want to be here, it was more that her Dad had cornered me last night and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to stay away from his daughter. Or else.

"It's your birthday, Joey, I just want to be with you, not worry about Dad creeping around the corner." Miley sighed, looking at me with those big blue eyes of hers that I don't think anyone had ever said no to before. "Besides, you don't need to be scared of him, he doesn't want to upset me right now."

"Why?" I asked curriousy, sitting back in the boat an relaxing a little. Mr. Stewart couldn't kill me if there were witness' around.

"He's been trying to force me to be a famous musician because of something I said when I was five." Miley rolled her eyes, snuggling into my arms. "He thought that forcing it on me was the way to make me happy." I guess they must have talked yesterday. "I mean, I know his heart was in the right place, but you'd think he would have realised I didn't want that anymore when I told him the first time... Or maybe the second, or third... Or any time in the last six years."

"So you guys are working things out now?" I wondered nervously.

"We're gonna try to." She shrugged non-commitally. "It's not as simple as just wanting it, but he's trying, and I want to try."

"That's good." I smiled, I just wanted Miley to be happy, it was just a bonus that it was with me. Or at least I hope she's happy with me.

"I didn't get you anything for your birthday this year." Miley pouted after we'd just been laying in the boat together in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't want anything." I shook my head.

"But, it's your sixteenth, it's meant to be special." Geez, I'm 16 today, I can get my license, it's only two years until I'm eighteen and I can run away with Miley.

"It is special." I hummed, trying not to sound like too much of a pussy, even though I knew I was. "I'm with you."

"You are such a sweet talker." Miley accused, though her cheeks tinted pink with a blush.

"Only for you." I kissed her temple. This is the life; laying in a boat on a lake in the middle of the Summer with nothing to do except tell my girlfriend I love her. Then we have to go back to reality on the shore. Reality sucks. In reality her Dad probably wants to kill me, everyone expects things of me because of the band, and Miley lives on the complete other side of the country. "Besides, I don't get to be with you on your birthday so this is already more than I can give you."

"You make me happy for three months out of the year, that's enough for me." Miley shook her head. Only three months. And tomorrow those three months would be over, plus it was shorter this year. It was barely more than two months.

"HEY, LOSER!" I sighed when I heard Nate on the shore. Final Jam was tonight, and we were supposed to be performing, which meant we were supposed to be rehearsing right now. "WE HAVE TO REHEARSE!" Nate yelled and I rolled my eyes. I couldn't even get just a few hours to be alone with Miley on my birthday.

"He's only gonna keep yelling isn't he?" Miley asked when neither of us made any move to... Move.

"GET YOUR STUPID EPILEPTIC ASS BACK HERE!" Great, so the whole camp probably knows I'm epileptic now

"Yeah." I muttered to Miley, reluctantly sitting up

"COME ON, YOU-" Nate started again, I guess he was in a bad mmod today. Great. Not.

"SHUT UP, NATHANIEL!" I yelled back at him, huffing as I picked up the oars. "Butthead." I mumbled, starting to row. I knew the blissful happiness of the lake would have to end, but I thought I'd get at least a little more than ten minutes with Miley before that happened.

"It'll be okay, Joseph." Miley snickered and kissed my cheek. "You only have to rehearse for a couple of hours, then we can do whatever you want till Final Jam."

"What about your Dad?" I frowned a little, I may not be a strong swimmer, but I'm pretty sure I was safer out on the lake.

"He agreed to leave me alone for the rest of camp if I perform at Final Jam, he says he just wants to hear me play live and not through a video." Miley shrugged as we stoppe at the pier.

"About time, Moron." Nate muttered, frowning at me. "I have a life, you know, I don't want to be stuck in rehearsal all day 'cause you were tyring to get in your girlfriends pants."

CR

"What song are you singing?" I asked idly, rehearsal had finished after Jase, Nate and I had bugged Brown until he let us go until Final Jam, and I'd found Miley coming out of the piano cabin and we were now in her cabin laying on her bed. Not really doing anything, just being together.

"It's a surprise." Miley teased with a shy little smile.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I tried to bribe playfully.

"What song are you guys playing?"

"Six Minutes." I answered thoughtlessly before I was faced with a smirking Miley. "Damn it." I huffed and she giggled. I'd just thoughtlessly told her our song just because she asked. "Just for that I'm not kissing you." I pouted childishly.

"Hey." Miley protested, "I didn't do nothin', you're the one that told me."

"You tricked me." I accused, earning a laugh. "With your sexy little shy smile." I insisted.

"If that's all it takes to trick you than Nate would eaten you alive years ago."

"Like Nate could ever pull of your sexy and shy at the same time thing." I rolled my eyes, honestly. It's not because I'm weak, it's because I'm weak when it comes to her. Couldn't she see that? I'd jump off a cliff if it would make her smile... God, I hope that wouldn't make her smile.

"I learnt from the master." Miley batted her lashes at me. "You have no idea what it does to me when you bite your lip." A nervous habit of mine, but Miley had it too, and every time she did it I wanted to bite it for her. "Or when you blush and run your fingers through your hair, messing it up... Sweet niblets, Joseph." Her eyes were a shade darker.

"Tell me what it does to you." I insisted, staring at her intently, licking me lips. How exactly did this escelate so quickly. "Tell me."

"It makes me..." Miley licked her lips and my eyes followed the motion hungrilly. "So very hot." And then it was over, I had to kiss her. Honestly, I had no toher choice; I had to kiss her or I'd die.

The next thing I know Miley is underneath me, letting out that hot little whimpering sound that I know means she's gonna moan, and my hands are up her top. Then it happened, that sexy little moan escape between our connected lips and my thumbs brushed her nipples, twin hard peaks that stiffened even more under my touch. I almost came in my pants in that moment. I pulled my lips from hers reluctantly, but I knew we had to stop before I did something she'd regret. Because, God, I love her and I don't want her to regret anything between us. Miley frowned at me as I forced myself to sit up and pull a discarded pillow into my lap. I looked away, embarassed. I felt the bed move and then I gasped. Miley's fngers were warm and soft as she made me lay down again, this time on the bottom and she sat on my lap, looking down at me shyly.

"I don't want to stop, Joey." Miley whispered and I felt my hard arousal twitch, I knew from the way she was sitting that she could feel it too. "I-I-" she lost some of her confidence and looked down, blushing. "I mean, I don't wanna... You know." I'm a teenage guy, I know. "But, maybe... Somethin'?"

"... ... ..." I opened my mouth a few times, trying to talk, but my brain was cooperating. So instead I just reached up and pulled Miley back to me in another heated kiss. "I love you." The words mumbled between us and I felt her smile against my lips.

My hands eagerly reached for every expanse of skin they could find until I suddenly realised I had Miley underneath me again. Almost naked. And a more perfect sight I had never seen in my whole life. Then I kissed her, my lips wanting to taste everywhere my hands had touched, even as my hands kept moving. Miley's fingers threaded through my hair and tugged lightly at the ends as she let out a low moan that went straight to my dick. She lifted her hips a little and my hands moved her panties down those gloriously long legs of hers.

"I-" I became nervous, God, I wanted to do everything to her; to make her feel every orgasm she'd caused me in the last three years. "I don't know what to do." I forced myself to admit, looking away in shame. Miley had touched me so pleasurably this Summer, but I didn't even know how to return the favour.

"Here's a hint." Miley was almost panting, her eyes a dark midnight blue, her honey skin flushed red. "Don't stop." It came out as a whimper, but it was an order I was more than willing to obey.

"Tell me what to do." I mumbled, pressing my lips near her ear.

"In-" Miley panted as I nibbled on her earlobe. "-inside." Her hands made vague gestures to her pussy as I groaned. "Now." Another whimpered plea that I couldn't deny. I took care, my fingers tracing the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the mouster, the heat, the hint of what was to come.

CR

August 16th

"Next Summer?" Miley burried in my arms, close to tears. Final Jam was last night, and it went off without a hitch. Miley's beautiful singing had mesmerised me all night. Unfortunately with Final Jam came the end of camp. Which means we have be apart again. I hate being apart.

"Christmas if I can." I countered, I didn't want to let her go. Yesterday had been an all new level in our relationship; I couldn't even bring myself to be afraid of her Dad last night.

"I don't wanna go, Joseph." Miley sniffled, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

"I don't either." I whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"It always hurts so much, and I always tell myself we'll find a way to make it not hurt, but we never do." And every year I have to break Miley's heart. Why couldn't we be two years older? Then I'd already be eighteen and I wouldn't need anyone's permission to follow her to New York. "Anyway." She wiped her eyes and pouted at me. "No falling for other girls." She commanded and I grinned.

"That would never happen, Baby, not when I have you." I sealed the promise with a kiss before we heard an impatient beeping. "Ti amo." The most simplest, yet powerful phrase.

"I love you too." Miley kissed me again and I revelled in it. This was our last kiss for a year maybe. "More than ever."

"Sempre." I cooed, clinging to our last moments together. Forever.

1) It took a month, but I finally got it done.
2) Sorry it took a month to get it finished.
3) At this point there probably won't be a 4th and 5th years, it's not a definite no, just a lack of inspiration right now. Who knows, in a month I might get another burst and finish the series.
4) If there are any readers herre from What I Go To School For; please do not worry :D
5) I will hopefully be back in the next day or two with the next chapter of WIGTSF, I just forced myself not to write anything else until this was finished, because I promised it before the end of the month and as of right now that was an hour and 9 minutes ago... :(

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