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"Nicky? My legs are cold," she said and laid a hand gently on his bare shoulder. She was laying on her side, arm up, with her head resting in her palm. The blanket they were both laying under barely covered her body.

She tapped her pointer finger on his shoulder three times before twirling it around a curl of his. He opened his eyes with a moan.

"Hmpf?"

Nick got up on his elbows as he rubbed his eyes, Miley hand still somewhere in his hair. Nick looked forward; sea. To his left was sand. Then he turned his head to his right, and there was Miley; incredibly beautiful with her long, brown hair everywhere.

"Ohh, right," he said and raised his eyebrows when he finally remembered. Miley let her hand fall down to rest next to her stomach.

She shot him a smile before turning over to hand him his boxers. Then she put on her briefs and slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders before asking Nick to hook it together with the two back pieces with a hand. She was not going to sit there and put it on the awkward way you usually do it.

"And how do you do this again?" Nick said, looking confused back and forth between the pieces of fabric."

Miley laughed, "Oh, right, Mr. Casanova here only unhooks these."

"What can I say?" Nick said with a smirk. Miley chuckled just when he finally got it and released the back piece of her bra, letting it slap her on the back; hard.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry!"

Miley giggled. She looked at him as he was reaching for his t-shirt. Miley put a hand over his, stopping his motion. He looked at her.

"Let's take a swim," Miley said with a glimpse in her eye.

"A swim?"

She nodded and stood up before taking his hand, pulling him up with her. They raced each other to the water.

Suddenly, when they had been swimming for a bit, Miley realized she was too far out to reach the sand underneath her feet anymore. Nick could, so she swam to him, close enough to put her arms loosely around his shoulders.

"I can't stand," she whispered as she felt his hands rest on her hips.

"Really?"

She nodded.

"Well, then," he said and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her head underwater before, immediately after, letting her go.

Mileys head came up from the water soon after.

"Oh no, you didn't," she said and couldn't help but smile as she scraped her wet hair away from her face.

"But I did," he said. "And I'd do it again."

"In that case," she said and swung her legs around his waist. "I'm taking you with me."

"Where ever," he simply said and closed the gap between them.

Miley wrapped the blankets around herself and walked to the car as Nick, wearing his jeans and plain white t-shirt, packed the rest of their stuff. She was sitting on the passenger's seat, listening to the radio, as she wrapped her wet hair up in a loose bun.

"Why hey there," she said with a smile as he crept into the front seat next to her.

"Hi,"

They stopped at McDonald's to pick up some breakfast – the guy, who served them in the DriveIn's eyes were on sticks to get a glimpse of Miley, who was now, instead of the three blankets, wearing her underwear and Nicks shirt which was giving a peek to her bra since it wasn't half buttoned – but otherwise, they just drove. Miley decided this was the longest, funniest, coziest and most comfortable ride she had ever been on.

Miley had seen on the radio that the time had been 8.06 when they got in the car, which must've meant they had woken up at 7 am. At 9 pm they got back to the beach house and Miley immediately hung up her clothes, that had been laying a bit too close to the water and therefore gotten wet, before taking a hot shower as Nick made them dinner. They ate, and then Nick took a shower as Miley unpacked the car.

Suddenly, Miley found herself watching TV as Nick popped down next to her.

"What are we watching?" he asked and grabbed a cookie from a batch they had made two days before.

"SpongeBob Squarepants."

"What?"

"Come on, it's funny!" Miley argued. She couldn't help but love their childish arguments and silly antics.

Nick grabbed the remote and turned on MTV.

"Fine, be boring," Miley said and reached for a cookie.

"Music videos inspire me," was his argument.

"What do you need inspiration for? Now? Here?"

He just leaned forward and kissed her.

"What was that for?"

"You talk too much," Nick said and returned his attention to the TV.

"I know people always say that, but serious what's wrong with keeping a conversation? Besides, you know I always talk and-"

He interrupted her with another kiss.

"Stop talking."

He kissed her again and she let out a confused groan as she dropped her half-eaten cookie on the floor.