A/N: Just going to embarass myself, but the stories that Nick is told about Miley are things I did when I was younger (apart from the story Jackson told, I made that one up!)

Chapter 12
This is my temporary home,
it's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through.
- Temporary Home, Carrie Underwood.

"Do you mind if we go somewhere first?" Nick asked as they sat in the car on the way home to Miley's. They had spent all afternoon crowded in Nick's kitchen with his family and Miley loved every second of it. They were so friendly and welcoming. His mother reminded Miley of what her mother used to be like and it was very comforting for her.

"No, it's fine." Truthfully she didn't want to go home, she wanted to spend all night with him.

They drove further into the darkness, with the stars and moon shining brightly down on them. Miley couldn't see where they were going, but luckily Nick knew the way. Shortly they pulled up towards the abandoned house and Miley smiled, instantly recognising the place. Nick opened her car door, laced their fingers together and led her up to the house. Miley was glad it was dark, her smile was bigger than it ever had been.

They entered the dark house and Nick flicked the light switch. Nick made his way over to th couch and took a seat, but Miley hesitated. She stood at the doorway, taking in the whole room. Her eyes caught sight of the paper flowers on the wall and she smiled.

"Miley," his voice was soft and gentle. "Come here."

She walked over to him and took a seat. Nick wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Miley kicked her black converses off and pulled her knees up to her chest and fell back, leaning into Nick's side, her head resting on his shoulders.

"You know my mom loved you," Nick whispered into her brown curls, his hand gently caressing her inner thigh.

"Your family is amazing. You's are all so lucky," Miley paused for a second and turned to face Nick. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

She turned back to rest her head back on his shoulder, "She reminds me of my mother." Miley closed her eyes and didn't expect him to say anything. She clung onto him tighter and he held her closer, knowing she needed comforting. His hand moved from her thigh and he began to play with her hair. Miley smiled and buried her head into his chest. That's what her mother always did to comfort her: play with her hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhm," she faced him. "My mom always played with my hair to comfort me."

Nick dropped his hand, "Oh I'm sorry, I-"

"I like it," she admitted and he smiled, twisting her curls round his fingers.

It was getting late and she knew her dad would start to worry, but she didn't care. Nothing seemed to bother her when she was with Nick. Never had one person had such an impact on her life, and besides her family, she had never relied on someone she barely knew so much. Nick leaned down, placing a lingering kiss on Miley's temple.

The room was quiet and Miley shut her eyes. She was six again and was ill. She was cuddling into her mom, while her mother played with her hair and sung her sweet lullabies. Her eyes quickly snapped open and she jumped up from the couch, startling Nick.

"Will you take me home?" Miley said quickly as her voice broke slightly from the tears she was trying to prevent from fallling.

"Yeah, sure." Nick grabbed her hand and as they made their way back to his car he gave it a small squeeze to remind her that he's always there.

The ride was silent and Miley watched the dark night fly past. Every now and then Nick would take his hand away from the wheel and gently rub her leg, causing Miley to turn and give him a warm smile. Eventually they reached Miley's house and being the gentleman that he is, Nick walked her up to the door. Neither of them said anything as they made the walk up to the house. The TV could be heard from the other side of the door and considering the mood she was in Nick expected her to walk straight inside, but instead she clung onto his shirt and he just held her close.

"Are you okay?" Nick whispered into her ear.

The truth was Miley was feeling so much, she just couldn't put it into words. After being with Nick's mom all afternoon, made her really miss her mom. Then there was the adrenaline rush she was getting from being with Nick, but also she was terrified. She was terrified at how fast they were moving and yet they barely knew each other. She was scared incase she fell and he wasn't there to catch her. At this moment it seemed like they were falling together, but come a few weeks would they be in the same position?

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, looking up to face him with a fake smile plastered on her face. Miley pulled away, so they were standing, facing each other with their hands entwined. "I better go inside."

Miley leaned in placing a small, final kiss of the night upon his sweet lips. "Goodnight," she whispered, giving him a slight smile before walking inside.

Miley made her way through the house, hoping to go straight to her room without communicating with her family. But her father caught her and called her into the living room. She sighed, rolled her blue eyes and walked into the room where her dad was sitting.

"How was your night?" He asked, not removing his eyes from the television.

Miley leaned against the doorframe and stared at her father. "It was good, they were all really nice."

"Well I'm glad you had a good time," he turned to face his daughter. "So is he still coming tomorrow night for dinner?"

Miley just smiled and Robbie took that as a yes. He turned back to the television.

"Well I can't wait to meet the boy that has captured my beautiful daughters heart."

"Urgh, whatever!" Miley groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to bed, goodnight."

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Miley paced the room, worried about how her brother and father were going to act tonight. It could be guarenteed that they were going to embarass her. But then again she had never brought a boy home for dinner. Robbie sat in his usual position, infront of the tv joined by Jackson. They were both in hysterics about something utterly pointless and something probably only boys understood Miley thought. But then again she never knew because she couldn't concentrate on anything. Every now and then she would stop pacing to fix her outfit. She couldn't believe how stressed she was over this.

Then the doorball went and she froze. The television was turned off and her father and brother sent glares towards Miley and she nodded, running out the room and along the hall towards the front door. As she opened it she revealed a scared looking Nick, in his hands he held a bunch of red roses and when he saw Miley he smiled and she pulled him in for an assuring hug.

"These are for you," he said sweetly, handing her the flowers along with a gentle kiss that gave her chills.

"Come in." Her voice was low and shaking. She stepped back and allowed him to enter her house.

Awkwardly they walked side by side down the hall. Miley took a deep breath and grabbed Nick's hand. He looked just as nervous as she was. They entered the living room where Robbie was standing waiting for them to enter.

"This is Nick," she said awkwardy. "And this is my dad and brother Jackson."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Nick smiled.

"Hi Nick," Robbie said making his way over to the teenager and firmly shaking his hand. Then he turned to Miley with a small approving nod, but there was also a warning that he was still keeping a close eye on the boy and Miley just shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"I'll show you around. Dad will you put these in water for me?" She asked handing the flowers to her father.

Nick followed Miley out of the living room and they went on a brief tour. Basically they wallked past rooms and Miley told him what was behind the door. That was until they reached Miley's room. They stopped as they reached the door and Miley blocked the door, facing Nick.

"Just remember this isn't my actual bedroom and we've only been here for over a week."

Nick nodded and Miley opened the door. If this wasn't her bedroom then Nick was intrigued to find out what that was really like. She was well organised for one and in two ways. Everything had a place and nothing was out of place and also she had managed to make it as homely as possible. A couple of posters were hung on the wall and there was a desk which her beauty products were neatly sitting on. There sat on photo frame on the table beside her bed. Nick walked over to it and picked it up. It contained a photo of a beautiful five year old with brown curly hair and a radiant smile on her face. Nick assumed this was Miley and assumed that the woman who was holding Miley was her mother. It was definately clear where Miley got her good looks from. They shared the same stunning smile, sparkling eyes and brown curls.

"Is this your mom?"

Miley stood beside him and reached over, gently touching the picture. "Yeah."

"Well it's clear where you got your good looks."

Miley laughed slightly and sat on the bed. Nick placed the photo down carefully in it's correct place and took a seat beside her. In all honesty Miley was worried about how Nick was going to handle this evening. Her family didn't have a lot of money, unlike his. There house certainly wasn't fabulous, the food wasn't going to be anything extravegent.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked, noticing something wasn't right with Miley. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she allowed to head to fall onto his shoulder.

"I'm just worried," she muttered truthfully.

"About?"

She lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes, "I'm not rich. We don't live the Hollywood dream. Sure we live in a posh area back home, but that's about it. I don't own anything designer, the fanciest restaurant I've ever been to is McDonalds, we don't have big dinners we eat take out nearly every night. I -"

"Miley I don't care about any of that," he interuppted. "It's you I care about. Not your money or the type of area you live in. Ok?"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Shut up," he laughed, grabbing her face and placing a long, passionate kiss upon her rose red lips. Miley was pulled onto Nick's laps and both his hands moved from her face and gently squeezed her hipbones, while Miley's hands tangled within Nicks luscious curls.

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The four of the sat round the dining table in the kitchen. Dinner had gone by smoothly. Her father asked Nick the basic stuff, which she expected but now came the humilation. She could see the baby stories bubbling up inside of them and once he started there was no way to shut him up. She turned to face Jackson and he had that look on his face. Of course, he would embarass his baby sister infront of her boyfriend. What else were brothers for? And let the torture begin ...

Jackson sat back in his seat after being in the bathroom, with that look on his face, but Miley missed it.

"Oh Miley you left your tampons lying about the bathroom," Jackson said shaking his head.

Nick choked on his drink and tried to contain his laughter. Miley glared at Jackson, shaking her head while her face turned a slight shade of red.

"Good to know," she murmured through gritted teeth. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at Nick in embarassment, who just shook his head. He knew what is was like, older brothers were born so that they could embarass their younger siblings.

"Dad remember the time when she found mom's tampons and she walked out the bathroom with them sticking out her nose and ears?" Jackson laughed. Miley found she was the only one not laughing.

"Remember whenever she watched Snow White, she always had to dance holding her dress out like Snow White," Robbie turned to face Nick, who found these stories hilarious apparently. "The one time we caught her on video one hand was holding the dress while the other was up the nose. Then there's another video and she was three at the time and everyone was wearing these coloured cycling shorts so she just had to have a pair, but they were three sizes too big for her and she's out in the garden on her own with her bright purple cycling shorts and cropped Spice Girls top singing Wannabe at the top of her voice."

Nick turned to look a red faced Miley laughing, "I need to see these videos."

"No you don't. Dad shut up," Miley hissed towards her father.

"No, tell me some more. You got to see all my baby photos, it's only fair," Nick argued and Robbie seemed to be on Nick's side. Miley sighed, rolling her eyes and sunk down in her seat with her arms folded over her chest.

"In the back garden she had this plastic Wendy house and she would sit inside that house for hours a day, just talking to herself and she would refuse to wear clothes unless it was pink, girly and sparkly. She hated masks and costumes where she couldn't see the persons face so whenever we went to visit her cousins they'd always dress up as power rangers to scare her."

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When it was time for Nick to leave and make his way home Miley was able to relax. They stood on her porch in the dark and slowly Miley's face was returning back to normal colour. Nick took a hold of her waist and pulled her close. Her hands rested on his chest and softly clutched onto the front of his plaid shirt.

"I had an amazing time, thank you," he whispered and Miley shut her eyes, shaking her head.

"Of course you did, you got to hear my embarassing childhood."

"Well that and also your family is incredible too." His hand moved from her waist and ran through her long, brown curls. "Did you have a good time?"

"Until the emabrassment started."

Nick leaned in and placed a long, passionat kiss upon her sweet lips. "Maybe I'll accidently bump into you at the beach tomorrow. I have to go with Joe."

"Maybe," she smiled, moving her hands to the back of his neck and pulling him for a hug. "Goodnight," she whispered softly into his ear.

"Goodnight Mi."

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