Ok, so the wait hasn't been too long right??? Oh who am I kidding… sorry again! Review at the end, pleeeeease!
"Urgghhhhh!" Miley screamed as she threw her pillow to the floor in frustration. "Why the hell won't this stupid thing work!" Miley had spent the last thirty minutes trying to find out why her straightners wouldn't turn on, as she was expecting to have a date with Nick in any minute and she wasn't even dressed.
"Dad! Have you been in my room again? It seems like you do this every time, and you know I have a date in, like the next," she looked at her watch, "five minutes!"
"Miley, what the sam heck are you talking about?" Her Dad shouted back up to her.
"My straightners were working yesterday when I used them, and now they're not. Wanna explain that? Did you drop something on them, cause it's fine if you did. Well actually it's not fine, but I'm just frustrated, and I don't feel well, and Nick will be here momentarily!"
"Psh, girls," her Dad replied walking into the kitchen, just as the doorbell sounded.
"Urgghhhh!" Miley repeated for the second time that day. "Send him up Dad."
"Are you dressed Miley?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm dressed." She said rolling her eyes, lying as she was angry at her Dad for supposedly breaking her straightners.
"Woah, I'm should come round early more often if this is the surprise I'm gonna get!"
Miley turned around with her hands on her hips, wearing her tank top and underwear.
"Why are you here so early. Gosh!"
"OK, I clearly came at the wrong time. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Nick. Just, my straightners are broken, I have a pretty mean headache, I'm pretty sure my hypoglycaemia is playing up again, I don't have a clue what to wear, and all I wanted was to look nice for you tonight for our date." She sighed and a slight whimper left her lips.
"Right, well. Firstly, your hair looks awesome as it is right now, so you don't need straightners to solve whatever you think is wrong. Next, hmm I think you could wear what you're wearing at the moment and be fine with it. The headache I can't solve personally, but…"
Nick left the room, and moved into Miley's bathroom, and when he returned he was holding a bottle of aspirin. "Take one of these, and I'll keep them on me at the restaurant just in case ok? And, finally well I don't know what to say about your sugar levels. Just come here ok?"
Miley slowly moved into his arms where he pulled her close to his body, yet it was only ten seconds later when Miley hit him gently on the arm.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"I'm not going to the restaurant like this perver!" She giggled.
"Well it was worth a try," he chuckled. There was silence for the next two minutes. "I know what I can tell you about your condition."
"Oh yeah, and what's that."
"Well, I have diabetes right?"
"Right."
"And you have hypoglycaemia."
"Point out the obvious then stupid."
"That hurt deep. I guess you don't want to know then."
"I was joking Nick. Come on, please. Cheer me up!"
"Ok. My blood sugar levels are far too high right? And yours are way too low, so we equal each other out."
"Huh?"
"I think what I'm trying to say is we're perfect for each other. Put the two of us together and our sugar levels are just like a normal person. I know, I'll hold for applause. I'm brilliant."
"Nick, that was sweet of you. You actually made me smile. Thank you," she smiled looking into his eyes.
"No problem. So what you say we get this sugar balance out then," he whispered.
"I'd love to, but how?"
"Well, it starts with a 'k' and ends with this." Without waiting, Nick bent his neck down and kissed Miley catching her off-guard. Smiling she began to move her hands up from his shoulders and into his hair, while his moved up and down her back, leaving a trail of shivers up her spine.
There was a sudden knock to her door. "Miley, it's awful quiet in there. What are you two doing?"
Springing away from each other, a blush of red crept up onto both of their cheeks, and Miley began to reply. "Umm, Nick was just showing me his new phone Dad. We're leaving in a minute anyways. Ok thanks for checking in now."
"Sure. I'll be seeing you then. Have a good outing." He said through the closed door.
"It's called a date Dad."
"Not under my roof it's not."
"That was too close. I'm going to get some other clothes on ok?"
"Oh, do you have to?"
"Psh, whatever Nick. Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. "
"But I need to know what to wear." And then it came, that famous puppy dog pout that Nick hated.
"A restaurant. Gah, I hate it so much when you do that you know."
"Oh, you'll live I'm sure."
Five minutes later, Miley walked out of her closet wearing a short black dress, with her hair cascading down her back. As she picked up her head she saw Nick standing by her dresser, with her straightners hot in his hands.
"What, bu-, how'd you do that?"
"They weren't plug in Miles."
"Psh, I knew that! Hey- I thought my hair looked awesome like this?"
"Oh, I know. It does, I was just proving a point, love. Don't forget your locket!" Nick left Miley in her room with an open mouth and made his way to the corridor to leave the house. Less than five seconds later Miley had jumped on Nick's back and whispered, "You're a cruel boy, love."
"And you my dear, are an amazingly beautiful girl who I get to take to dinner. But I think you're going to have to get off my back if you want me to be able to drive us to this restaurant."
"To the bottom of the stairs?"
"To the bottom of the stairs." He agreed.
Before Miley could reach out for the door handle, Nick stopped her and said, "Got your locket?"
"Wouldn't leave home without it. Or you. Wait what a coincidence, you got it for me." Miley winked and hopped out of the front door.
"You're such a weirdo."
"What was that Nick?"
"Nothing babe. Absolutely nothing."
The drive held a comfortable silence between the two until they reached the restaurant just fifteen minutes away from Miley's house. Unfortunately, just as they were pulling into the car park, Nick scraped the side of another car with his, leaving Miley in shock and hoping that no damage was done. (AN: Sorry, had to do that!).
"Well, it's been an eventful evening so far, why don't we try and set something on fire in the restaurant?" Nick joked, whilst Miley laughed along.
After being seated and choosing what they were going to eat, the two teenagers linked hands across the table and began doing one of the usual habits which they would slip into- flirting.
You know Nick, if someone had told me a year ago that this is what I would be doing on a Saturday night, with you of all people, I would have told them they were lying."
"Thanks, I think."
"Uh, sweetie, I'm not really sure that was a compliment," Miley added.
"Ok, then. I could always start that bet again you know. I'm pretty sure I'd win second time around."
"Um, no. I don't think that will be necessary Nick. I was only joking. You know. Just playful banter." She quickly put in.
"Yeah, that's that I thought."
"Well, as fun as this is, I'm going to quickly go to the bathroom ok?"
"Right. See you in a minute then."
Miley smiled as she got up. "Babe," Nick said whilst putting his hand on her arm. "I love you."
"I love you too, Nicholas."
"Please take that back, or I'll take back what I just said," Nick replied in a sing-song voice.
"You wouldn't dare?! Plus, no takes-backsies in the game of love Nick."
"Good, I think you've finally caught on."
Miley quietly slipped away to the bathroom, leaving Nick looking somewhat strange sitting at the table by himself.
Miley was just washing her hands in the restroom when she heard a creak come from one of the stalls. 'Weird,' she thought to herself. 'I could've sworn I was on my own when I came in here.' Miley heard the creak again, followed by a tapping on the window next to her. It being dark outside Miley put it down to a tree brushing up against the window, and turned around again to finish adjusting her make up.
Dropping her lip-gloss, Miley bent under the sink to pick it up, and then look into the mirror again, where she was met with the face of Jake Ryan who had burst through the window just seconds earlier.
Her breathing became shaky, and Miley looked towards Jake, confused as to why he was in the girl's bathroom.
"Jake, what they hell are you doing in here?" She asked, looking at the mirror rather than directly at him. Miley was surprised at how nervous and uncomfortable her voice sounded, where only minutes ago she had been laughing and joking with Nick in the other room.
"I waited Miley."
"You, you waited for what Jake?"
"I waited for you to turn up in the cafeteria yesterday. For the whole lunch period. Do you know how many people came up to me and asked who I was waiting for?"
He was met with silence as Miley looked back at him silently.
"How many Miley? I asked you a damn question now answer it."
"Too many?" Miley quickly added, scared at the heat that was in Jake's cheeks and in his voice.
"Damn right too many. I told you you would be sorry the other night did you not listen?"
"Yes I was listening but I didn't believe you and I still don't Jake. You are so pathetic. Look at you- standing in a girl's bathroom, trying to scare a girl, clearly after stalking her and her boyfriend to the restaurant where they are on a date. You need to grow up."
Miley made a move for the door, but not before Jake moved over and locked it placing his body in front of the handle. "Oh Mi. You are going to be so sorry you just said that."
"Bite me. And don't call me that Jake. Only one person can call me that and it ain't yo-" Miley was cut short as her head hit the sink behind her after Jake had roughly slapped her round the face. Unconscious on the floor, a pool of blood began to form around Miley's head.
Back in the main room of the restaurant Nick was impatiently looking at his watch. Seeing a female waitress walk past he called her over and asked her to check the restroom for Miley. Returning a minute later she told Nick that there was no one in there and that the door had been locked.
"That doesn't make sense. Could I please have a look?'
"Uh, sure," she said hesitantly.
Nick made his way over to the door and knocked. "Miley, sweetie, you in there?"
Nick waited and tried again, "Miley come on now. It's not funny anymore. Just let me in."
"Sir, what's going on?" One of the waiters asked.
"I think my girlfriend might be trapped in there, do you think you could open it up for me, so I could have a look?"
"Sure," the waiter replied, giving Nick a strange look. "Hey weren't you the guy who was just eating on his own?"
"Shut up and unlock the door dude."
After hearing the lock turn, Nick and the two waiters pushed open the door to find a small pool of blood lying on the floor with a piece of paper lying next to it.
Running over, Nick saw that in the pool of blood was the locket he had told Miley to put on. Picking up the piece of paper and reading it, his blood ran cold.
Miley's gone.
Well I'm no sugar expert, but I reckon those bits about the diabetes etc, were almost right?
I was gonna make this two parts, but then I thought about the great reviews you left last time so…. Hint hint…Go on…. Hit it? Please?!