You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

MILEYS POV

'This is ours.' Nick shouted, dragging me into a room and closing the door. He locked it behind us and dumped the suitcases in the middle of the floor.

'Did you know about this in advance?' I asked suspiciously. The room was already fully furnished and painted a pale blue.

'Not really. My dad just asked me to pick a colour and I said blue. I hope you don't mind.'

'So your dad done all this? Did he know it was coming, like, him and your mum-'

'He must've. Lets go get the rest of our suitcases.'

We unlocked the door and ran downstairs, grabbing the luggage that belonged to us from the front path.

'This might take a few trips.' I mumbled. 'I brought 20 cases.'

'Miles, I brought three. You have too much stuff.'

'How much more of your stuff have we gotta put away?' Nick moaned, taking another empty suitcase into the cupboard in the hallway.

'Well, I have those three doors on the wardrobe right. My shoes are in here, my games stuff in here. We didn't do my clothes yet.' I said, tapping three mirrored surfaces on the fitted wardrobes.

'Your on your own there. Im tired.' Nick sighed, falling back on the bed.

'Do you want to do my underwear?'

'Hell yeah, I'm always willing to help, and you know that.' Nick smirked, grabbing the suitcase I was holding.

'Mhmm, willing to help with anything sexual.' I smirked, rolling my eyes.

Nick slowly kissed across my back, in between my shoulder blades.

'Im still awake.' I mumbled, turning to face him.

'Are you ok?' he asked, draping his arms around my waist loosely.

'Yeah. I'm just not very tired.'

'Another round to tire you out?'

'A third round? No way. I think its just keeping me awake longer.' I mumbled, pressing my head against his chest.

'Try and relax.' he whispered, running his hand through my hair.

'Your heartbeat is soothing.' I sighed, falling asleep.

'Let me do that.' I said persistently, taking the frying pan with the bacon in it from Paul.

'Miley, don't think you need to do this.' he said, unwillingly handing me the frying pan.

'I want to. This isn't about me being a girl or anything. Its about me being ready for my future.' I said firmly.

'Heres something I'm actually quite curious about. How did you end up with Nick? You two are nothing alike, at all.'

'They do say opposites attract.' I smiled.

'Do you remember the day he asked you out?'

'Yeah. I don't think I'll ever forget.' I said dreamily, replaying the memory in my head.

Flashback. 3rd Person POV (I know its confusing going from Mileys POV to a third person POV, but I find it easier to write flashbacks in third person)

Miley was sitting on the desk in science. Their teacher was sick, and there was confirmed information that there was no substitute to take them. The teacher from the class up the corridor, Mrs Bell, had told them to read a chapter in the textbook, but no one was. Some of the boys were playing with paper airplanes, some sitting around a table talking. All the girls had flocked to the large table in the corner of the room, starting on each others hair and make up. Miley was sitting alone, not wanting to be turned into a clone of the other girls, but afraid of being laughed at or teased if she tried to mess around with the boys, which is what she wanted to do.

She looked up and glanced around the room. She could have sworn Nick was looking at her, but that couldn't be true. She'd lived on his street since she was ten, and he'd hated her since they first met. She had always pretended to hate him aswell, but the only thing she really hated about him was the fact that he'd never given her a chance. From the beginning, she'd always liked him. As a friend. Then, earlier that year, she'd started to see him as something more, but she would never let on.

Nick was messing about on the other side of the room, talking to a group of guys. However, Miley kept distracting him. He knew she had no friends, and he was amazed at how she could just sit there alone. He would be terrified sitting there himself. Sure, he had hated her in the past, but for the past two years, since they were twelve, in his eyes, she had became beautiful. He kept up his I-hate-you persona, but only because he knew he'd be beaten up for changing it.

'Ha. Look at Stewart. Shes sitting herself again. Who's got a straw? I have some old paper we can use to spit ball her.' Tyler laughed, reaching into his bag.

'Leave her alone.' Nick mumbled, not realising he had said it out loud.

'I thought you hated that lonesome bitch.' Tyler interjected, turning to face Nick. 'Or was that just a pack of lies? You like her, don't you.'

'Don't call her a bitch. She's not a bitch. She's just another girl. She's been here for four years and hasn't made one friend. And its our fault. She's been trying to make friends. The girls exclude her because she wont wear make up or dress like a slut, and we exclude her because she's a girl.' Nick said, an unexplainable burst of confidence coming to him. 'I'll tell you this. Shes the fucking most beautiful girl I've ever seen.'

The table went silent as Nick stood up and walked over to Miley, pulling himself up onto the desk beside her.

'What do you want.'

'I want to know why you put on such a brave face when you're clearly dying inside.'

'You don't actually care. You're over here so you can get information on my life, that you'll then tell those dicks you call friends, then you'll all laugh at me.' she said bluntly.

'Look, whatever you tell me, I wont tell anyone. I want to be your friend.' Nick said, grabbing her hand loosely.

'No way.' Miley snorted, pulling her hand back and jumping down from the desk. She walked over to the teachers desk, unwillingly swinging her hips. Her boots clacked across the tiled floor, in a continuous click-clack click-clack rhythm.

'REJECT!'

Nick swiftly turned his head. The whole class had stopped whatever they were doing and were chanting 'reject'. It was only when Nick ran from the class crying that Miley realised he was legit.

'Has anyone seen Nick?'

'Has anyone seen Miley?'

Both of them were pushing their way through the crowds at the disco, trying to find the other.

'Miles!' Nick gasped, grabbing her arm.

'Nick, I'm so sorry.' Miley said quickly, pulling him into a hug.

'Do you think you'd like to ditch the disco and accompany me on a date?' he asked, taking her hands in his.

'A-are you asking me out?'

'Mhmm. I really like you, Mi.'

'Lets go.' she smiled, intertwining her hand with his tightly and exiting through the broken fire exit.

End of Flashback. Back to Mileys POV

'Whatcha thinking about?' Nick asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

'Us meeting. And gerrof. I'm going to burn the bacon.' I said, slapping his hand. He reluctantly pulled away and sat at the breakfast bar. Joe and Frankie stumbled in, both clearly just awake.

'You, sit down.' Paul said to me, pulling the frying pan away from me and pushing me towards the table gently. Nick grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, his arms hugging my waist tightly.

'I love your outfit today, Miss Miley.' he whispered, his tongue rubbing my earlobe every so often. I turned around so I was facing him.

'Pfft. You would.' I scoffed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

'You have very sexy legs, and you should wear short skirts a hell of a lot more often.' he said, slipping his hands into my back pockets.

'ENOUGH!' Joe yelled, standing up and hitting his hands off the table. 'I cant take this anymore!'

'What the fuck is it now?' Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes and laying his head on the table.

'Its them! They've both got one track minds. If they're apart, they're sexing, when they're together in public, they've mindfucking or getting touchy feely. When they're together and alone, they are having sex.'

'D'ya blame us? She's sexier than Daisy Duke.' Nick said, placing me on the chair next to him.

'She is not! The only person even close to Daisy Duke is Megan Fox!' Joe yelled, smashing a grapefruit from the fruit bowl on the floor.

'I am a lot sexier than Daisy Duke.' I said, standing up.

'Imma gonna go.' Paul said, walking out the back door. Frankie ran after him, slamming and locking the door.

'I don't think you appreciate the full value of my amazingly hot sex toy, do you Joe?' Nick smirked, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt.

'I don't and I definitely don't wanna find out.'

'Then you may wanna leave the room.'