Okay, I know it's been like three months, but I've been super busy. That, and I've been going through a lot of stuff. A man who was like a father to me passed away…so I wasn't really feeling much up to writing, nor did I have much inspiration to either. That on top of fighting with two of my close friends, and my birthday…blah it was too much. But now it's getting better.
And I got my inspiration back! So, I hope you enjoy this one. It's superr long. And there's a Miley/Nick love moment for pretty much the majority of it.
Read, review and enjoy! :]
A few hours later, she was released from the hospital, much to her relief. Denise had signed the papers-having been an emergency contact for her and her brother for years, she was allowed to—and took her back to the beach house where she was under strict orders to get some rest.
The doctor had told her heart condition was getting worse, so he prescribed some medication for her to take, along with the medication she needed for her head and wrist injuries, and instructed she took them every few hours. She was never really good with remembering to take pills, so Nick promised to make sure she did.
After she'd slept a few hours, she was lying in bed, awake, when she heard a knock on the door. She slowly sat up, and called for the person to come in.
Braison stuck his head inside, and closed the door behind him, sitting beside his sister.
"So, now that I've been pretty well rested. Will you please tell me what's going on? How on earth did you get out of the home?"
Braison shrugged, "I honestly don't know. Mom came in, and told them I was her son, then demanded I get released. Then after, she disappeared. Bruce came, and literally dragged me away, throwing me in the car. Then he gave me something to drink, I drank it, and soon felt really sleepy. I passed out and when I woke up, we were here."
"He drugged you?" Miley's eyes darkened.
"Yeah, I guess?" Braison rubbed the back of his head, nervously. "Probably what was in the drink; a drug."
"What the—"
The door opened, cutting Miley off. Nick stuck his head inside, and gave her a small smile. She held her hand up, telling him to stop, and looked at her brother.
"Please, continue." She said.
"There's not—"
"Miley. I have something important to tell you." Nick told her, going to sit beside her.
"Can it wait?" Miley's voice sounded stressed. "Braison was just—"
"Selena's in danger. Like you said." Nick began.
"What?"
"She said her mother's boyfriend, Michael tried to rape her."
"What!" Miley snapped her head to him, a look of disbelief on her face.
"Yeah, and he almost got away with it, but she kicked him in the area—" he demonstrated by putting his hand over his private parts. "- and ran to her room. She said she sent you a text…" Nick trailed off as Miley quickly grabbed her phone, she tried to turn it on, but found it was dead.
"Fuck!" She cursed. "This fucking thing died."
"Can't you plug it in and check it?" Braison asked her, taking the phone from his sister, he plugged it in, and waited for it to turn on.
It took a few moments, but it worked, and she heard the familiar text message dings. Her eyes widened, "I was gone all night. Why do I have…fifteen unread texts?" The first one she went to was Selena's.
Help me. My mom's boyfriend is trying to rape me. Please send the police over or something, I can't call…he'd know.
Her eyes immediately widened some more, and she looked at her brother and boyfriend. "We…we need to go. Now." She began to get up, but Nick stopped her.
"You're on strict bedrest." He reminded her.
"I don't care!" She pushed past him and quickly dug through her jeans for Remy's number. She quickly saved it in her phone, and turned toward her brother. "Give me your phone." She said, holding out her hand.
"I—I don't have one." He said.
She turned to Nick, exasperated. He shook his head, and handed it over, she put Remy's number in his as well, then held the phone to her ear, as soon as it saved.
"Hello?"
"Remy. It's Miley. I need your help." She said.
"Alright, what's up?"
"My stepsister is in trouble." She said, "And Michael's involved."
"What kind of trouble?" Miley noticed how his voice got a lot more serious. She quickly put on her shoes, balancing her phone between her ear and her shoulder.
"That night, I was with you..she sent me a text. I didn't get it until about ten minutes ago."
"What'd it say?"
"My mom's boyfriend is trying to rape me." She held the phone to her ear with her phone. "Remy, she's—"
"Okay. I'll check it out. Do you know where she lives?"
Miley closed her eyes, trying to remember. Then she opened her eyes, and stared at her brother and boyfriend, "I-I don't know. I've never been to her—" She cut off, remembering someone who did know. "Demi! Demi knows! I'll call her and call you back."
"Alright. Make sure you do."
Miley hung up without saying anything. "Nick, do you—"
"Under Demi in my contacts," Nick told her immediately. She quickly found it, and pressed send.
"Hello?"
"Demi! Oh my god. Good, I need Selena's address, do you have it?"
"Yeah, but why—"
"It's an emergency." Miley told her, "I'll explain later, but please give me her address."
Once she'd gotten it, she thanked Demi, and hung up. Then she quickly called Remy, and told him the address. They made plans to meet at Selena's house, Miley going over there with Braison to make sure she was okay, with Nick waiting in the car. If anything got too out of hand, she was told to call Remy, who'd be waiting just down the street.
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Nick asked her, quickly grabbing her arm.
She looked at his hand, then back up at him, and nodded. "She's my stepsister. She's in trouble, and—"
"No, I mean, should you be violating your bedrest?"
Suddenly, Miley felt the pain come back to her chest, but instead of acknowledging it, she simply closed her eyes, willed it to go away, and opened them. She nodded, "I'm fine. Really."
Nick stared at her, a little unsure, but he knew he had to trust her judgement. "Alright. Then let's go."
Selena sat in the living room, flipping through the channels absentmindedly as she rubbed her stomach. She looked down, and smiled a little, "Soon, I'll be able to hold you." She whispered. "I can't wait."
The front door opened, but she ignored it, figuring it was her mother. About two minutes later, she felt someone sit down beside her, and she turned to see Michael.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him. "My mother's not—"
"I'm not here for your mother." He cut her off. "I'm here for you."
"What?" Selena's eyes widened, and she quickly backed away from him.
"I don't care about your mother." He said, moving closer to her. "I never did, I just wanted…you."
"Okay. You're a fucking creep." Selena snapped. "I'm not eighteen for another two weeks, you're like, in your fifties. That's just—"
"Brilliant." Michael cut her off again. She sighed, annoyed.
"No!" She shouted, "Just get the fuck away from me!"
He climbed on top of her, and smiled at her creepily. "No, don't think so."
Selena then lost it. She smacked him so hard, he fell off the couch. Then she got up, and tried to run to her room, but he grabbed her ankle, forcing her to fall to the ground. "Ahh!" She said, as she fell and felt a pain in her elbow. She checked it quickly, thankful to find nothing was broken. Then she began to kick and fight against him, as he suddenly pulled out a knife on her.
"Move any further and I'll kill you." His voice was so dark, she was afraid to do anything for fear of being killed. She said nothing, and did nothing. "You know, your mother and I have only known each other for about a few weeks I'd say right?" She nodded, "Yet, I just asked her to marry me, telling her some bullshit that I was in love with her." He leaned in closer to her, "You shouldn't have slapped me, I'm going to be your daddy very soon."
Selena closed her eyes, and began to kick again, she couldn't take it being so close to him, and she pushed him as hard as she could, she couldn't get up fast enough, and was pinned to the ground again.
"Bitch!" He yelled at her, "Don't do that! Or you'll be in really big trouble…" He sneered at her, and she immediately closed her eyes, praying that someone would come help her.
"Leave. Her. Alone." She heard a very familiar voice say, and immediately, she felt a little bit safer.
Miley walked up to the front of Selena's house, verifying the address with the slip of paper she held in her hands. Braison was right behind her, and she walked up to the door.
"Do you hear that?" Braison asked her, his eyes wide.
Miley listened for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah. Let's go in."
What she felt, she couldn't name, but she did know it wasn't a good feeling. "Leave. Her. Alone." She said, and the person on top of Selena turned around. She knew he was there, but it didn't stop her from backing away.
"Miley, Miley, Miley." He said, repeating her name. Something he'd done a few years before. "I can't believe you're here. Who would've thought?"
"W-what are you doing here? Why are you hurting her?" Her voice came out shaky, but she tried to stay as firm as she could.
"You know her?"
"She's my stepsister." Miley said. "On my father's side, not that you'd know that."
"Your step—oh wow." He stepped closer to Miley, and immediately Miley felt the same feeling of being scared she'd felt the last time he was near her.
"No. Please, leave me alone." She begged. "Don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you all to myself." He leaned in closer, about an inch away from her lips.
"You're going to be my stepfather. You're with my mother! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I never wanted your mother. I just wanted…you."
"Remember that last time I was near you?" Miley nodded. "You and I…we had some fun didn't we?"
"You did, more than—more than I did." She scoffed. "Funny how you almost succeeded, and then I screamed." Her voice became darker as she stepped forward, towards him. "And someone came for help."
"Miley? What is he talking about?" Selena asked her, getting up from the floor and walking towards her. "No, wait. What are you talking about?"
"He tried to rape me when I was fifteen years old." She said, switching her eyes from Selena to Michael. "And once I heard he was here, I knew it wasn't good."
"Destiny, Destiny, Destiny, remember? Your mom used to call you that."
"And don't you ever call me that again." She ordered. "Ever."
"Why not? It is your name, isn't it?"
"No. It's Miley." She said, "Call me, Miley."
"Fine, Miley." The way he'd said her name had scared her. She backed away until she hit the wall, and looked in between Selena and Braison, a wild looking expression on her face.
Michael then turned to Braison, and seemed to notice he was there for the first time. "Wait, I thought—" He had a shit-eating grin on his face. "I thought you were dead. Didn't she kill you?"
And then, without another thought, Braison walked up to him and punched him in the jaw, causing him to fall over.
"Don't you ever talk about my sister like that," He snapped, "Either one of them."
Selena looked at him, and at Miley, who had a surprised look, but a small hopeful smile on her face. But it soon disappeared as she watched Miley realize what had just happened.
"Braison! What'd you just do!" She demanded, "You're going to be in such—"
"I really don't give a damn, Miley." He told her. "He hurt you and he hurt Selena, why the hell should I let him get away with that?"
Michael moved around on the ground, then stood up. "You little shit." He tried to get to Braison, but Miley stepped in between them.
"Stop it!" She yelled, "If you both fight, it's not going to do anything." She turned to Michael, "But if I fight you, it will do something." She felt the pain in her chest continue to get worse, and her breathing become more and more labored, but she still kept going. "You fucking tried to rape me right? When I was like fifteen years old, and then you come in here, and fucking try to do the same to my sister. Then you accuse me of killing my own brother when it's quite obvious he is right here. You fucking mess with me, you're going to regret it."
"Oh yeah? How? If I remember correctly, your own mother doesn't believe a word you say."
"I got people around me who do. Braison, Selena, my boyfriend. And I've got a friend who's a policeman. He'll believe me, and he'll have your ass in jail like that." She snapped her fingers. "And you'll be in there, for the rest of your life." She got in his face, "With no way out."
"And how are you going to make sure of this?" Michael challenged her.
"Do you really want to fuck with me?" She demanded. "Are you that fucking stupid!" She shouted. "You messed with the wrong girl. You took away my innocence, you made me turn to drugs to cope with things, and then you go and do it to my stepsister…YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" And with that, she completely lost it, and punched him in the face, causing him to fall over.
"Damn, you two got an arm on ya…" Then he looked at them, relization dawning on him. "Wait, did you just say—"
"Yeah, she's my stepsister. And you're messing with someone I love and care about." Miley's voice went back to her normal speaking voice. "Get a fucking life, you fucking bastard!" And with that, she pounced on him and began to punch him repeatedly, anywhere she could reach.
He fought back, but even Selena and Braison knew he was no match for her. When she got riled up, she got riled up.
"Stop it! Stop it! What are you doing?" Selena watched her mother throw her bag on the counter and rush to her fiance's side. "Get away from him!"
Selena stared at her in disbelief. "Mom!" But even that didn't stop Miley.
"What are you doing?" Her mother managed to pull Miley off of him, and he stood up, with some struggle, and wiped the blood off his lip. He smirked at Miley, and turned to Selena's mother.
"I wasn't doing anything. Miley here just—"
"You lie to her, it's the last thing you'll ever do!" Miley shouted, struggling against Mandy's hold. "Let…me..go!"
"No! Explain to me what the hell is going on! Selena? Care to share who these two are?"
"Oh? You haven't met my stepbrother and stepsister, Miley and Braison." Selena said, "You know—"
Mandy's hold loosened as she completely let go of Miley, and she backed away, staring at the twins, a look of shock on her face. "Billy Ray's children." She whispered, "you're—you're—" She looked at Selena, then she looked at Braison. "I thought you were—"
"Yeah, turns out I wasn't. My mom put me in a home." He said, "I had no memory of it, nothing. Miley, here, suffered through the reprocutions more than I did."
Then she turned to Miley, "You're the girl that survived the accident…the girl who killed my husband!"
"What?" Selena looked at her mother, a look of shock on her face. "No! That's not what happened!"
"Is it not? You managed to miracously survive a major accident that killed my husband, and supposedly your own brother."
"But it didn't." Miley snapped. "You don't know the whole story. You weren't there. I was."
"You took away—"
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Miley shouted. "I get enough shit about this from my mother, I don't need it from you." She then turned to Michael, then back to Mandy. "Oh, and by the way, you're so called 'fiance' molested me a year after your precious husband passed away." She paused, then upon seeing the look on her face, she continued. "No, actually. He raped me."
Mandy's eyes widened in horror, she turned to Michael. "Is this true?"
"No! She's lying! She has no proof!"
Selena stepped forward, "Here's the story, mother. Apparently, he likes younger teenage girls and loves to date their mothers to get with them. You know, a little illegal action."
"You're lying!" Her mother pointed an accusatory finger at her, then she turned to Miley. "And you are as well."
"You really think I'd make up something like that? What girl would do that?"
"A girl who's an attention whore." Mandy snapped.
Miley opened her mouth to speak, but Selena stepped in before she could say a word. "No. She's isn't. Because he's done it to me. While you aren't home, at work or whatever, he comes into my room and tries to fucking rape me. He did that day I passed out, and he's done it again today. Except this time, he would've succeeded if Miley and Braison hadn't stepped in."
Mandy sat down for a moment, digesting all of this information. From what Miley knew about her, from what Selena mentioned was she was nothing like her own mother. She actually listened to her daughter.
Imagine that.
"So, are you going to believe me, your own daughter, or some guy you barely know?" Selena asked.
Mandy shook her head, then she stood up, and faced Michael who had a look of triumph on his face. She paused for a moment, then spoke. "Get out."
Miley would've laughed at his expression if the situation weren't so serious. "Excuse me?"
"Get out!" She spoke louder. "This engagement, relationship, whatever the hell it is, is over. Done. Finished. Get out of here, before I call the police."
"You wouldn't—"
"Actually, you don't have to." Braison spoke up, he stepped aside, and Remy walked in. He walked straight toward Michael, with who Miley remembered as Detective Samantha beside him.
Miley walked up to him, to say her last words. "And now you're going to be where you finally belong. In a bacteria infested cell. Have a great time, I'm sure you'll be there the rest of your pathetic life."
"You're under arrest Michael Barry." Remy told him, as he spoke to him, Mandy turned to Selena, her eyes tearfilled.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" She hugged her and began to cry. Miley and Braison watched from a distance, until she turned to face them. "And I owe you both an apology as well, you especially, Miley."
"It's fine." Miley told her, "Just…be with Selena right now."
Mandy nodded and turned to her daughter who hugged her tight, and as they cried together, Miley suddenly wished for that, that mother daughter closeness.
But she knew, it would never happen. Not in a million years.
Nick walked into the beach house, looking for his girlfriend. But, before he could reach her, he was attacked by a girl with long brown hair, her arms around his neck, he blinked for a second before his eyes settled on the familiar violet eyes staring back at him.
"I love you." She said, and then she kissed him.
"I love you too." He told her honestly, "But, what's gotten into you?" He asked once she broke the kiss.
"I-I don't know." She admitted. "I just want you to know, that I love you. And you mean so much to me, and I know I'm kinda crazy, but isn't that something to love about me and not hate? I mean—"
"Miley! You're rambling." Nick laughed.
"Yeah, I know, and—" She blinked before for a second before realization dawned on her. Something to seemed to have caught her eye out of the window, she grabbed Nick's hand, and walked outside.
"Hey, superstar!" Demi called to her, waving her hand in the air. Beside her, Selena sat, a smile on her face, while her boyfriend, Dylan held her hand.
"What are you-?"
"Well, we all heard what happened." Dylan began, "You know a couple days ago."
Miley nodded. "Okay…"
"And we also heard from a little birdie, that you are quite the musician…" Demi began. "So, we got you, your brother, and your boyfriend a chance to play at this club that's on the boardwalk."
"P-play at th-this club?" Nick stammered, Miley only stood beside him too shocked to even think of anything rational anymore.
"Yup!" Demi grinned, "So, pretty much y'all are gonna play those songs you've written." She turned to Nick, "and if I remember correctly you were always a quite the songwriter."
"Wh-who told you?" Miley asked. "About my music?"
"Guilty." Selena raised her hand. "But you know, I think you should play your songs, I haven't heard them, but from what I hear, they're amazing." She smiled and winked at someone behind Miley and Nick, and laughed when they returned a thumbs up in her direction.
Miley turned around to find Braison behind her, Joe stood beside him, a huge mega-watt grin on his face.
"Okay, what's really going on?" Miley asked, narrowing her eyes, she smacked Nick who finally turned around. She kept her glare on Braison who held his hands up defensively.
"I know nothing." He said. "I'm just here, ya know…"
"Braison!" Miley shook her head, "I'm not stupid."
"Okay. Fine. She wins." He muttered. "You're not exactly playing at a club…or correction, we're not exactly playing at a club…"
"What?"
"We're throwing a concert!" Demi threw her hands up. "You, Sel, your brother, Nick, Joe…we're all going to sing and perform…live."
"You're a musician as well?" Miley asked Demi, turning to face her. She suddenly got dizzy and blinked, "Okay, might I suggest we all just get in everyone's peripheral vision so Nick and I aren't turning around every three seconds?"
Braison and Joe laughed, and went over to stand beside Demi.
"Okay, much better." She said, she nodded towards Demi, a silent nod to tell her to answer her question.
"Yes. I am."
"Holy…"
"Shit." Nick finished. "I've known you for…well, for forever pretty much and I didn't know that."
"I'm a closet musician. No one really knows about it…except my sister." Demi shrugged. "I didn't really want others to know."
"Sounds like someone else I know…" Braison joked, earning a smack from his sister.
"So, are we in? Are we going to do this concert?" Selena asked.
Everyone looked in between eachother, Demi put her hand in the middle. "I'm in." She said.
Selena grinned, "I'm in as well," she put her hand in the middle, and looked at Joe.
"Totally in!" He said, his hand on top of Selena's.
The three of them looked at Braison, who rolled his eyes and nodded. "Count me in."
Now all that was left were Nick and Miley. They all looked at them expectantly. Nick sighed, and reluctantly put his hand in. "I'm down, count me in."
Dylan looked at Miley who seemed a bit nervous. She bit her lip, and looked at everyone. She didn't exactly know if she wanted to share her songs, but it would finally be good to let someone hear them, right? So, with a reassuring smile from Nick, her brother, and her stepsister, she smiled.
She put her hand in the middle of the group, "I'm in!" And all of them threw their hands in the air, letting out a loud, "whoop!" They all hugged eachother excitedly.
They had finally band together and were about to create something so amazing, it would bring tears to everyone's eyes.
They could hardly wait.
Three days later, Nick was hanging around the house, he had something in his hands, and was playing with it. He heard footsteps behind him, but paid no mind to it, knowing it wasn't Miley, so he wasn't too worried.
"Nick? What do you have there?"
He looked up to see mother, and grinned. "It's an engagement ring."
"For Miley?"
"No. Selena." He said bluntly. He began laughing at her shocked expression. "Of course it's for Miley!" He said, "Who else?"
"You're going to ask her to marry you?"
He nodded, suddenly becoming serious. "Yeah, ma, I love her."
"Do you really? I mean you're still only seventeen years old and—"
"We're both just a few months shy of turning eighteen." He corrected her. "I love her, I really do. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. And trust me, I know we're young, but—"
"If your heart is telling to do it, then I suggest you listen to your heart, and go for it." Denise smiled at him. "It'd be nice to finally get another woman in this family."
"Yeah, don't get too excited. It won't be until after college."
"That's good." She smiled, and leaned forward kissing his head. "I'm happy for you son."
"Really? I mean, do you think she'll say yes?" Nick asked suddenly feeling nervous.
His mother gave him a warm smile, and put her hand on his knee. She looked right at him, her words calming him immediately.
"I can't think of one reason why she wouldn't."
Miley walked downstairs, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she carefully stepped so she wouldn't fall down and hurt herself. Soon, she felt a pair of hands in front of her eyes, and began to panic.
"Hey." The familiar voice whispered, "Come with me."
"Oh, good, it's you." She said, "I would've decked a bitch if it wasn't…"
"Yeah, don't hurt me." He uncovered her eyes, "It's me, your boyfriend."
She smiled, "I know."
He took her hand, and pulled her with him as he walked outside, he closed her eyes again, and she let out a frustrated grunt. "Okay, what are you doing?"
"Surprise." Was all he said. Which only caused her to get even more frustrated.
"Nick!"
"Okay, we're almost there…" a few seconds later, he uncovered her eyes and she let out a gasp.
"Oh my god…" She whispered, stepping forward. In front of her, was a table filled with all of her favorite foods, and two candles were lit, two places set up perfectly. She turned to Nick, at a loss for words. "I can't…oh my…you did this?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his forehead against hers. "That I did."
"But…why?"
"Because you're my girlfriend. I wanted to do something special for you."
Miley tried to think of anything that night could be that they could be celebrating, but came up with nothing. It was just a regular night, and Nick had planned what looked to be an amazing date.
"Okay." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you, I really love it."
Nick grinned, "I somehow knew you would."
She kissed him gently, then pulled away to sit at the table. He sat across from her, and handed her whatever she asked for. Then, once they're plates were filled they began to eat, talking about different things; mostly about the concert they were going to perform in, in a little under a month.
After a while, Nick seemed to look a bit nervous. Miley bit her lip gently trying to read him and see what he was so nervous about, but she couldn't. So, she just continued to eat her food.
After about 20 minutes more of talking and eating, Nick got up to sit on one of the chairs outside, a more comfortable chair, and Miley sat on his lap. She rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She ran her finger up and down his chest, a smile on her face as she thought of how lucky she was at that moment.
Nothing could take Nick away from her, she refused to let it happen. She was too in love with him to really let him go, and she knew he was too in love with her. Pretty much, they were in it for the rest of their lives. Whether they were prepared for it or not.
"Mi?" Nick's voice sounded a bit nervous.
"Yeah?" She responded, her voice just as quiet, looking up at him. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to…" He began to sat up, and she got off of him, going to sit by the hottub that was just a few feet away. He sat down beside her, and pulled something out of his pocket. She gasped once she saw what it was.
His hands shaking, he pulled it out, and opened it.
"I know we've only been together a short time, but technically we've been together longer than this, and I pretty much love you and only you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you…" He paused, his eyes filling with tears. Miley grabbed his face, and began to kiss him, wiping his tears away. She then pulled away, and he took a deep breath, looking into her eyes.
"Will you marry me?"
Miley didn't answer for a moment, causing Nick to almost get a heart attack. Then without warning, he felt himself being pulled towards her, her lips on his, he felt her kiss him gently, and sweetly, then she pulled away, and looked at him, not breaking any eye contact.
"Yes, yes of course I'll marry you." She smiled, and he kissed her again.
"Oh my god, you gave me a heart attack." Nick said.
"I know…" She kissed him again, "but I love you, and…I'm ready to be engaged to you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and no one else. That's a promise."
"And so is this one…" Nick whispered as he slid the ring onto her left finger. She looked at it for moment, admiring it, and felt Nick's arm wrap around her shoulders.
"It's beautiful." She said. "I love it." It was quiet for a moment, before her voice became excited. "I can't wait to tell Braison and Selena!"
"Oh, I love you, Miley Stewart."
"And I love you more, Nick Gray." She kissed his lips again, and pulled him closer to her. She began to kiss him harder, as he quickly responded, kissing her deeper. She began to unbutton his shirt, and took it off of him, letting out a moan of approval when she saw his body.
She broke the kiss to take off her shirt, underneath her bathing suit, as they had planned to go into the hottub just an hour or so before that. She took off her shorts, and then stood up. She got into the hottub, laughing when Nick realized she'd just left them there, and quickly got in after her. He sat down, and she sat across from him, playing with the water with her feet.
She looked like a little kid, laughing when he tickled her, but like a grown woman when she gave him a smile.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was.
He went over to her, and trapped her with both of his arms on either side of her. She looked up at him innocently, and he leaned forward, capturing his lips in hers. She kissed him back, starting out gentle, but soon it escalated into something more.
They didn't have to speak to know what the other wanted. Nick broke the kiss and they both got out of the hot tub, without bothering to pick up their clothes, or dry off, they ran into the beach house and up to the bedroom they shared. Luckily for them, no one was home for the night. Denise went to go see a friend that lived two hours away, Braison was with Selena, Dylan, and Kyle for the night, and Joe was hanging out with some friend from his high school who were in town for the next week.
She had a feeling Nick planned it that way.
Nick picked her up, bridal style, and carried her over to his bed, gently laying her down, he got on top of her. Without any hesitation, Miley reached up and kissed him so hard, he almost fell over. She broke the kiss and kissed him again, but a lot more gentle. He kissed her deeper causing her to let out a moan, and ran her fingers down his back when the lower part of his body collided with hers.
"Nick…" She pouted when he began to kiss her neck. "I can't wait that long."
"Damn, your impatient in bed." He teased her.
"Oh. And this is news to you?" She rolled her eyes, and somehow managed to flip them over so she was on top. She grinded the lower part of her body against his, causing him to groan.
"Dammit, Miley." He groaned again, she smirked.
"Who's the impatient one now?"
"Still you." He gave her a glare, as she felt him under her becoming harder and harder.
"Well, aren't you horny?" She teased him, her voice dropping to a sexier tone. "Or should I say…happy?"
"Same…thing." He told her, struggling to say what he wanted.
She rubbed herself against him, hard, causing an electric shock to go through her body. And then she moaned, so loud, Nick almost came right in his bathing suit.
"Didn't know you were a screamer…"
Miley rolled her eyes, and did it again. For some reason, just doing that was almost enough for her.
"Fuck….me…" She moaned as he did it in time with her movements, "Oh…my…god."
"I'd love to…but you're kinda on top…" He looked at her all cute and adorable, causing her to lose what she just had, and burst out laughing. She lay on his chest, and didn't move. He held her there, as her giggles died down. He thought the mood was broken, until she began to kiss his chest as her hand slid all the way down to his pants. She squeezed him on the outside, and he jerked forward, letting out a groan.
She sat up, and began to take off her top, throwing it to the side as she felt Nick's hands run up and down her back. Then he flipped them over so he was back on top, and kissed her gently. He took off his shorts, and then took off hers, and positioned himself at her entrance.
She moaned as she felt him slide into her and began to breathe heavily. He moved slowly at first, but then soon sped up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and moved with him, Nick kissed her, and went faster.
"Nick…" She said a few moments later, "I think I'm gonna…"
"That's okay…" He told her, "I'm not there yet."
She nodded, and let out a loud moan as she rode out her orgasm. She leaned against him for a moment, and then kissed him as hard as she could, feeling him grow harder inside of her. He began to move again, harder and harder, until he felt it coming.
"Miley…" She nodded her head, "I'm gonna—"
"I'm not there…but I'm close." She felt his hand slide lower, and felt him rubbing her. A few minutes later, they both came, sweaty—or maybe that was from the hot tub—and breathing heavily. Nick looked at her, her damp hair was spread across his pillow, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
She pulled him towards her, and bit her lip to keep from crying. She could hardly believe that with all the crap she'd been through, Nick was still by her side. She was so lucky, and she knew it.
A few minutes later, he pulled out of her, and put on a pair of boxers. He threw one of his hoodies towards her, and a pair of her shorts. She put it on, and they lay on his bed together.
He lay on his back, and she lay on her side facing him. She pulled his head towards her, causing him to lay on his side, and touched her forehead to his. She closed her eyes, and moved her body as close to him as she possibly could be. He put his hands on her waist, and held her there, almost afraid if he did, she'd disappear.
Soon, he felt something wet on his chest, and looked at her, realizing she was crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
She shook her head, "There's nothing wrong."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm just…so happy, and so lucky." She whispered. "I'm crying out of happiness."
One thing about Nick, was he hardly ever cried. In fact, he was pretty sure the last time he did cry was when he and Miley got into that huge fight four years before. And not counting when he sort of did he proposed to her earlier that night. But just the way Miley had said what she did, and how she sounded when she said it, caused tears to come to his eyes, he blinked and they ran down his cheeks. She opened her eyes, and saw he had tears in his eyes too.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because…" He tried to think of a reason. "I love you."
"You're crying because you love me?"
"Everything about you." He continued, "Your hair, your eyes, your personality, how through all the shit that you've been through, you still came out strong and independent, and you never let it get to you, how no matter what you're always going to be the happy, upbeat Miley I fell in love with…five years ago."
"Five years…" She grinned, "Really?"
He nodded, "Yes, really."
Miley's smile got bigger as she looked behind Nick at her left hand. The ring glistened in the moonlight just perfectly, and she looked at him. "You know we can't get married until after college right?"
"Yeah, of course." He smiled, "I'm perfectly fine with that."
"So…in four years, I'll be Mrs. Nick Gray." She laughed at his expression. "I can hardly wait for it."
"In four years…you'll be mine forever." He whispered, taking one of her hands, and intertwining their fingers together.
She shook her head, "No, not in four years…." She trailed off, as she kissed him quickly and squeezed his hand. "I already am."
"You're already mine forever?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I am. And nothing is ever, ever going to change that."
"And I'm yours, for now until we're in our nineties old, gray, wrinkly…" A look of horror passed over his face. "Uh…"
Miley laughed, "You ass!"
He smiled sweetly, "I'm only kidding." He assured her.
She rolled her eyes. "So…why now?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you propose? I mean…when did you know you wanted to?"
"Not gonna lie, I kinda imagined what my life would be with you when we were thirteen, but I didn't really expect that what happened, happened. And I sort of gave up those four years, thinking we didn't have a future. But then you came back, and although you were cold to me at first, that day I found you out on the deck, crying…it broke my heart. Then, when we went to go see Braison, and you came out with him…" He bit his lip, "I sort of just knew. I knew I wanted to marry you, and there was nothing that would stop me from it."
Miley was speechless, she felt tears slide down her cheeks again, and watched as they slid down Nick's as well. Tonight was definitely an emotional night for both of them, that was for sure.
He kissed her forehead gently. "I love you, and no one will ever change that."
"Miley! Nick!" Selena ran into the living room where she saw the couple on the couch, Miley was laying on him, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They were watching a movie, and Miley's eyes were half open half closed. "Okay, sorry to interrupt your little moment but I have news."
"It better be important." Miley muttered not moving from her position.
"It is." Selena sat down on the coffee table across from them, and grinned. "Michael, he's in jail…with a high possibility of no bail."
"Really?" Miley grinned, "Finally he gets what he deserves."
"I know!" Selena grinned, "I mean, if he does that to other girls then…whatever. Doesn't matter, at least it's over."
Miley smiled, "That it is."
Selena noticed she had a certain glow to her, and grinned. "So, what did you guys do last night…Braison said something about having to leave—"
"Braison has a big mouth." Nick said, "We didn't do anything…really, too interesting."
Miley looked at Nick, then back at Selena innocently, "Well, we did do something, but I bet you can guess what it is."
Selena was silent for a moment, then her face reacted in both amusement and realization. "Okay! Already too much information for me."
Miley laughed, "No! That's not it! Well, we did do that, but no, that's still not it."
"Then what is it?"
Miley opened her mouth to answer, when the front door slammed open, and Joe, Demi, Dylan, Kyle, and Braison all entered.
"Jeez, what is this, an intervention?" Nick sighed, "Why is everyone coming home all at once?"
"I needed to change." Braison defended, "And from the smell of it, I'm assuming Joe does too."
"Hey!" Joe cried, "That's so not fair."
Miley laughed. "Okay, since you both live here, I'll give you that, but uh…Dylan? Kyle? Demi? Sup?"
"We're just bored." Demi shrugged, she smiled, "So we decided to see how our good ol' pals were doing today!"
"Of course." Nick muttered.
"Plus, we have to go over the concert schedule and all that crap." Kyle told them.
"On Saturday?" Miley whined. "Ugh! Fine!"
"Wait." Selena spoke for the first time in a few minutes. "You were about to tell me something."
Miley looked at Nick, then she looked at everyone in the room, her eyes stopping at everyone's, pausing on her twin's. He nodded his head, and motioned for her to continue. She looked at Nick, who looked back at her.
"Should we tell them?"
He nodded, smiling. "MOOOOM!" He called, "Come downstairs!"
His mother soon appeared, looking a bit tired. She had just come home about an hour before, the two hour car ride drained her it seemed. "What is it, Nick?" She asked, her tone motherly and concerned.
Miley and Nick stood up, turning off the tv, they faced everyone. "So, we have major news…" Miley began. "Like, huge."
"You better not have gotten her pregnant…" Braison joked, but his tone was still warning.
"No, no nothing like that…" Miley trailed off, as they all waited for her answer. A few moments later, Selena smiled, a big smile, she turned to Demi, who also realized it, and smiled as well.
"Oh my god…" Selena whispered, her hands on her mouth as her eyes filled with tears.
"I don't get it." Joe said, "I'm trying to think of every—" He cut off as soon as he saw it, the shiny thing that told them everything.
"We're engaged!" Miley said, showing them her ring. "As of last night."
"She said yes!" Nick grinned at his mother.
"Oh my!" Denise cried out, her eyes immediately filled with tears as she hugged her youngest son, pulling him close to her. "I can't believe my baby's going to get married!" She pulled Miley toward her, "And you, I can't believe—"
"I know." Miley whispered, hugging her. Her eyes filled with tears. "I know."
Denise grinned, grabbing her hand she squeezed it.
"Welcome to the family, sweetheart."
Miley felt a warmth in her chest, and hugged her again."Thank you, thank you so much."
Later that night, Nick was in the living room watching tv, his laptop on his lap. He was searching for songs on itunes and looking up some information about the school he was going to be attending that fall, when he heard the front door bell ringing.
No one else was home, so he got up to answer it. Joe was out with his friends again, and Denise took Miley out to dinner with Demi and Selena to celebrate their engagement—a girl's night if you will. So he was home all alone.
"How can I—" He swung open the door to reveal the last person he'd thought he'd ever see.
"Hello, little brother…miss me?"
Nick dropped his mouth open in shock, "Kevin?"
Haha, new character…say whaaaa? Yeah, I watch a lot of Family Guy. He wasn't mentioned for most of the story for a reason…all will be told next chapter! And I promise not to take forever on it. Or at least I'll try. I'm actually writing it was we speak.