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Chapter 13: Two is better than one

'Cause everything you do and words you say, you know that it takes my breath away'

Nick:

Towel drying my eccentric and completely ridiculously wet curls, I enter the bedroom, kicking the bathroom door shut and instantly letting my chocolate brown eyes land on the girl that has managed to take my breath away every time I look at her. Her brunette hair is messily splayed out in different directions on her pillow, she's in an uncomfortable position; half off the bed and half off with her neck craned ( weird girl, that one.).

Her mouth is wide open as her chest rise and falls from slumber, and there's that small sliver of drool at the corner of her lips, but she looks absolutely outstanding and I'm a little freaked out, because last night, that epic night, I could've missed out on that. On her, and her outstandingness ( is that even a word?). I would've missed out on her sarcasm and her wit and her so lovely charm, I would've missed the fire in her eyes every time she sparks an argument and the funny way her nose crinkles every morning when I lightly tickle it with my finger ( she doesn't know it, but its definetly me doing that; I can't be all good you know?)

I perch myself on the bed, hoisting her upright on the bed. I smile as she simply grumbles in response before rolling on her back and falling straight back into slumber, she's a dreamer that one and most of the time, I wonders what exactly it is she dreams about, what exactly it is she's thinking, if she's as in awe of me as I am of her? And God how girly does that sound.

Shaking my head, my lips brush the top of her head as I kiss her, before getting dressed and reluctantly walking out of the bedroom. Fuck practice, all I really want is to get in bed with my beautiful, sassy and slightly abusive girlfriend ( don't call her out on the abusive part.)

"Dude, break my car." I remark as Joe slides in.

"How 'bout I break your face?" Joe murmurs darkly, shooting daggers. "I'm suffering butt damage because of you."

I roll my eyes. Joe's not exactly a morning person and it even isn't that cold. "I'm not the one that got my license suspended."

"You back up into a guy's car once, once, total accident and its suddenly a crime."

"It's always been a crime." I point out.

"He didn't have to snitch."

"Maybe he wouldn't if you didn't step on his petunia's all the time."

"What kind of man grow's petunia's?" Joe growls and I laugh, a real genuine laugh, because honestly, I was wondering the same thing.

Joe continues his ramble of complaint, and as per usual, I listen on and on and on ( Have I mentioned Joe's a talker?) nodding at all the right places, and talking at all the right times. Honestly though, I don't give a crap, as usual my mind seems to doze off on her.

Joe shoves me.

"Joe, I'm on the road." I remind him, swerving back onto the road.

"And not listening."

"Forgive me if you're a little boring."

Joe huffs. "I'm not boring. Whatever, be rude. I hope your at the top of your game on the field or else I'll kick your ass."

"Not as much as I wanna kick ass tonight."

"Something smells bitter, and it's definetely not me.." Joe silently prods in confusion.

"Miley and I almost broke up last night." I explain.

In an instant, I feel a sharp sting as the redness automatically builds up to my cheek. Turning the car into a direct stop, I hold my cheek in disbelief, staring at Joe dumbfounded.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"There'll be a whole lot more where that came from if you tell me you cheated." Joe warns, his eyes blaring with coldness and flaming anger.

"I didn't." I insist. Joe props up an eyebrow. "I didn't. I swear. I would never cheat on her."

He narrows his eyes. "Then what'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" I respond, slightly annoyed. I know I'm not exactly the best guy around the world but I don't deserve to be accused of causing a mistake right off the bat. "Some low-life, good for nothing, obsessive witch decided to meddle in and place unwanted thoughts in her head. "

"God, Joe!" I yelp once again, as for the second time that morning, I feel a sharp sting building from my left cheek.

Joe blinks, an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry man. Instant reaction. For a minute, I saw your body and her face."

"Not the best mental image." I crinkle my nose up in disgust. That's just wrong on so many levels.

"You're telling me." Joe shot back, and there's horror displayed on his face that makes me burst into laughter. Despite the fact that I've been smacked in the face twice in the last minute. "I don't get the nerve of that girl."

"I don't either." I sigh, frustrated. "I mean, what more do I have to say? I don't want you, I don't need you, but this chick likes to twist everything I say into some kind of confession of love for her."

"Psychopath."

"Tell me about it."I agree. "You should of saw Miley last night though. I mean, I've never seen her that way before. She was so down, so unsmiley, so insecure as opposed to the smiley, upbeat, confident person I've come to know. She was actually letting go, she was actually willing to leave, and I just- I couldn't let that happen you know? Not because of her."

Silence blares through the whole of the car, rendering me for once uncomfortable. I'll admit, I'm not the biggest fan of noise, except the exception of music. This silence was definetely something I wasn't up for.

"What?" I ask Joe, who was looking at me with inspecting eyes, as if observing or contemplating something.

"N-nothing." Joe whispers, shaking his head, as if in a daze. He blinks. "You really like her, huh?"

"I do." I convince him, nothing but truth sugercoating the whole of my voice. I'm starting to think these feelings run a little more deep then lead on.

"You're not the only one." Joe smirks, and it's then that I realized I did what I did. I thought aloud. I never think aloud. That girl's gone straight to the brain.

"Definetely." Joe agrees, and I start the engine, cowering him down with a stare.

"Stop that." I murmur, just as I turn back unto the highway.

Later

Stepping unto the hallway, my eyes instantly scan for pretty blue eyes, brunette hair and that award-winning smile. I'm a little exhausted, especially after my last class. I love science and all, but I haven't seen my girl all day and honestly, I'm craving to look into those dreamer eyes of hers and kiss those pouty lips ( the ones that have been haunting me all day.). I miss her.

So what if it's only been a few hours?

"Miss me?" Charlene purrs, falling into step with me. I feel the fire rush through the whole of my body.

"Hardly." I scoff. "Stay the hell away from me."

Charlene giggles, and you know it's that over the top giggle, that's all fake and obnoxious and so not pretty and jesus why haven't I noticed how annoying that is.

"Baby." She giggles some more, putting a hand on my chest. "She's not tying you down anymore, you can have what you really want now."

"She was never tying me down in the first place!" I bark. " I don't know what led you to assume that let alone go and plant ridiculous things into Miley's head but I don't want it to happen again. I. Like. Her. I don't like you. I never did."

"Well you should!" Charlene disputes back. "I should be the girl you want to kiss, I'm the girl you should want to hold. I'm the one you should be looking at with passion and awe and whatever other thing you look at her with! I worked so hard for this, Nick. I worked so hard for us and I was this close from getting you until that ditzy southern freak reared her ugly little head in."

"Yeah, well guess what Char, I like that freak. I'm not a prize, Char. I don't have to be won, I don't need to be bought and for the record, you were never and I mean, never, an option. Especially now."

Slowly the tears build in her eyes. I don't know if it's real, I don't know if it's not, but I can admit that I am a little filled with guilt.

"Look Char." I sigh, once the tear has fallen unto her cheek. "Maybe this is my fault. I haven't been the bestest guy in the world in the past and maybe I lead you on to believe that we could be something more. The truth is, Char, I don't think we could be. I don't think we ever were supposed to. You deserve someone that will like you as much as you like him, you deserve someone that will like you for who you are not for who you try to be. I'm just not that guy."

"I know you could be that guy, Nick." She whispers. "I know we are destined to be."

"I don't believe that." I reason.

"What would it take?" I look at her, confused. "To be that girl."

"You have to have pretty blue eyes, just like her, except with a unique speckle of grey swarming around. You have to have a bright smile just like her and legs for days that drive me wild. You have to have the hairs, just a little, at the back of your neck stand up in alert whenever I kiss you. You have to have that cute little beauty mark on your lower back. You have to be bold and brave and independent but still have that heart, that heart so big and so warm, that is made to love people. You have to captivate people, just by one look, because of that bubbly personality." I smile just at the thought of it. "You have to brighten up my day, just by being with you."

"That's the nicest thing I've ever heard a guy say." Char murmurs in disbelief.

"That's what she does to me. That's what she is to me, and one day, one day you'll find a guy that will think of you just like that and say those nice words to you."

"But you're not that guy." She sighs dejectedly.

I shake my head in agreement. "I'm not that guy."

"Go." She urges. "Go find her. I'm sure she's looking for you, and honestly, I don't think she'd like it if she saw me with you."

"Char." I intrude.

She puts up her hand to stop me.

"No. She doesn't like me, and to be honest, right now, I don't like myself either. So go before I change my mind and decide to obsess over you again and spend my time trying to destroy my opponent. " She jokes weakly, making me laugh a little. "Someday, right?"

"Someday." I assure her. She'll find her guy.

"She's lucky to have you.I've never had someone love me so much before."

I choke. Wait- what. "What?"

She scoffs. "You love her, Nick. You're in love with her, and honestly, I should've saw that sign from the beginning."

I don't notice it when she leaves, I don't notice anything. My whole body freezes, my mind goes blank, my thoughts turn wildl. Suddenly, I know what that sentiment I've been feeling is, slowly I know why I care for her so much, suddenly I know why she means so much to me. She's the girl I never want to be without. She's the girl that introduced me to the real word, introduced me to the real Nick. She's my inspiration.

And I'm in love with her.

Finding her admist the crowd, I charge to her, suddenly breathless, mesmerized, completely in love.

"Nick?" She questions. She exchanges a worried glance with Demi.

"I love you." I whisper, grasping her face in my hands. "I'm in love with you."

And then I kiss her.

An-Dun, dun, dun, dun. Cliff hanger! Sorry, I had to! He's in love with her, guys! Cheers Surprised that Charlene was the one that got him to realize it, huh? Haha. I felt bad for the girl, you know? Since you all hate her so much. I decided to cut her some slack and decide to make her have atleast some good purpose in this story. I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for telling me about guys rock.

Ps. Who's excited for LOL? The film Miley made with Ashley Greene? And is Justin Bieber and Miley doing a reanactement of Grease? Please tell me. I'd love to hear/find out.

Till next chapter,

Nicki M.