A/N: I do not own anything used in this story. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.
"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird,
and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
--Anonymous
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Miley's POV:
"Hey Shanester!" I called playfully as he walked towards us the next Monday. "Hello there, Smiley Miley." He replied as me and Mitchie giggled. "And hey, you." He said turning to face Mitchie, sounding all lovey-dovey and wrapped an arm around her waist. She blushed and muttered, "Hi." He leaned down to kiss her. I pretended to gag, and they broke apart and looked at me with goofy smiles on their faces. "Can you please save all that mushy stuff for when I'm not around?" I teased and Mitchie rolled her eyes with Shane sticking his tongue out at me.
"So um… where's Nick?" I asked him, trying not to sound so concerned. He smirked. "What?" I asked, coming to my defense. "I-I just wanted to know why he's not here today…" "He's home sick." Shane replied. I immediately grew tense. "What? Is he Ok? What's wrong?" I inquired. "Whoa, calm down Ms. A Million Questions." He laughed but stopped when I shot him a death glare. "The doctor said it was nothing big, just flu." Shane explained. "Oh." I said, but could help but feel bothered.
"Hey, don't worry. Lover boy's gonna be fine." He said in a teasing tone, smirking at the last part. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, copying his earlier actions and he laughed. "Well… tell him I said… uh…" I wanted to say 'I miss you' but decided against it because I knew Shane would never let me hear the end of it, and also because it sounded kind of bold. "—that I said 'Get well soon'". I said and Shane nodded, "Will do."
"Well, I'm just gonna… go." I said and started walking away. "I'll see you later, Miles!" Mitchie called and I turned back to wave at her and say bye.
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What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? I'm currently sitting in Chemistry with my leg bouncing up and down impatiently as I droned out the teacher explaining something. I looked up from fiddling with my fingers to find Mitchie's worried gaze on me. "You Ok?" she mouthed. I nodded and mouthed back, "Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" Mitchie confirmed and I nodded again before she reluctantly turned back to face the front.
I sighed with irritation, I couldn't take t anymore. I needed to talk to Nick. Pulling my phone out, I hid it beneath the desk and opened 'create new message'. I wrote:
Hey Nick. Hw r u doin' nw? Shane tld me u wer sick. I mis u.
But then erased the 'I miss you' part and sent it and waited for his reply anxiously.
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The bell signaling that school was over screeched through the hallways as hundreds of students shuffled around with their books and backpacks. Nick still hadn't texted me back. I didn't know if he was purposely ignoring me or—Oh My God! Maybe I had scared him by sounding too desperate. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I was freaking out about this when Mitchie walked up to me and went, "Uh… hello…? Miley, you ok? You look like you just swallowed a whole bunch of sour lemons." I stopped freaking out just to give her a weird look and then went right back.
"Miley, what's wrong?" she asked seriously. "N-nothing." I replied as she gave me a 'look'. I ignored her and went back to exchanging books from my locker. Suddenly, my phone vibrated from my denim pocket and I jumped. I pulled it out, and saw that Nick had texted me back. My face cleared into a smile as I opened it and read his reply with Mitchie watching me over curiously. He wrote:
Hey, Mi. I'm so sry abt nt replyn' erlier, I ws at the doctors. I'm… Ok. No worries. I'll prob. b at skul tmw. :)
I hurried to reply:
Oh, that's Ok. I ws jst worried… :)
He replied almost immediately:
I'm fyn, hnstly. Enuf abt me, hw ws ur day?
I smiled; he was so sweet. Mitchie cleared her throat suggestively and I looked up. "Should I just… leave, or are you coming?" she asked playfully. I laughed and we walked outside together as me and Nick continued texting back and forth the whole time.
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I walked into school the next day anxiously. I was looking forward to seeing Nick; but was very disappointed when I couldn't find his cute, freckled face or the curly of mess of his hair anywhere. I frowned. Shane walked towards us. "Nick's not at school today either." He said automatically. "What--?" I asked, confused as to how he knew what I was gonna say. "It was obvious." "Uh… Ok, that's kinda… um, embarrassing." I mumbled as Mitchie and Shane chuckled. "Seriously, Miles. You should just tell him if you like him so much." I rolled my eyes and playfully retorted, "I will, when you tell your grandma that it was you who let her 'kittybuns' run away."
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I sighed in frustration that Friday as I saw Shane walking towards us alone, again. "He's still not Ok?!" I exclaimed. Shane shook his head slowly. "Honestly Shane, is he Ok?" Shane looked hesitant, which told me that wasn't exactly the case. Something was definitely wrong, and he was keeping it from me. "Shane, please tell me." I said again, getting more freaked. "I don't know if I should, Miles. Maybe he should be the one telling you, not me." He said dejectedly.
"C-can I come see Nick today?" I asked hopefully. "I don't kn—Ok." He said, catching the pleading expression on my face." I smiled slightly. "Thanks Shane!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him and giving him a friendly hug.
That day was pure torture until the dismissal bell could be heard. I rode with Shane.
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I knocked softly on the door labeled 'Mr. Prez', it was so cute! "Mom, I'm fine. Just leave me alone for five seconds already!" Nick said from inside, sounding aggravated. I couldn't help but smile since I was hearing his voice for the first time ever since our long phone conversation Tuesday night. I cleared my throat awkwardly, "Um… can I-I come in…?" I asked, and immediately blushed. "Uh… who's there…?" he asked in a confused sounding voice and I giggled softly as I pictured him scratching his head adorably. "Miley…?" I say doubtfully, not knowing what he might think. That this was too fast? That I was being pathetic and desperate?
I heard a lot of shuffling before the door finally opened and there stood Nick. Correction, a shirtless Nick. My mouth almost hung wide open before I regained my composure. He was wearing a gorgeous smile on his face, although he looked weary, and I almost melted. "Hi." He said, still smiling. I smiled back at him and said, "Hi." "I-uh… come in." He said, moving so that I could enter his room.
"Mr. Prez?" I asked teasingly, while tapping a fingernail at the board as I walked in. He blushed, "Uh… you know…" he cleared his throat uncomfortably and I couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. "S-sit down. I'm just gonna… yeah…" he muttered and picked a shirt off the pile on the floor. I wanted scream 'NO!' but fortunately, I didn't. I smirked at how tongue-tied the both of us were feeling.
"How are you?" I asked, worried. "I told you I was fine." He replied. "Then why weren't you at school the whole week?" I asked, crossing my arms stubbornly. He sighed disconsolately. "I can't tell you, Mi." "Why not?" I demanded. He sighed again and pulled the chair from his desk, turned it so that it was facing against me and sat down facing me. He placed his chin on the plastic. "Because- because you'll think differently of me. And not just you, everyone would think of me differently." He said softly.
"How do I think of you?" I asked, extremely confused. "I-I don't know… But it'll be different if I told you, trust me." "I won't, I promise." I said. He looked away sadly. I turned his chin so that he was looking at me. "Well, why don't you give it a try?" I looked into his deep brown eyes and they're filled with remorse. He took my hands in his and I felt tingles running up and down my arm.
"Ok." He says, like he had gained confidence. "Ok, here goes… I have diabetes." I gasp and my mouth falls open in shock. What?! He dropped my hands in trounce, "See?! I told you, you'd think of me differently." I regain from my shock and look at him. "No, see, there's nothing different in you to me? So what? You're not gonna die. Wait—you aren't—" I asked alarmed as he chuckled and shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, if I promise not to say a word to anyone. Would it be Ok…?" I asked hopefully. Nick nodded his head thoughtfully. "Well then, I won't say a word to anyone. Pinky promise." I said light-heartedly and held my pinky out. He chuckled and hooked his with mine. I leaned forward and gave him a huge hug. Pulling away, I ruffled his hair playfully and whispered, "You'll be Ok, big baby." He blushed.
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A/N: Woooo! That was long. Guess what? I discovered a perfectly good reason for writing these while I should be studying. I'm practicing for my English exam, of course! Hehe. :]]
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