The Perfect Boyfriend
Chapter Thirty-Five
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No matter what,
Hold her hand like it's nobody's business.
Hours after the event of sending Tish away to rehab, Miley, Nick and Brandi were hanging out at the Stewart's house. Brandi had bought everyone something to eat from McDonald's, but the food was devoured in a matter of minutes. Now, they find they don't know what to do with themselves. There's no woman to take care of, no men to force out of their home. It seemed like the home was finally developing into its original state.
But, then Brandi's cell phone rang. The tone was playing a song that Brandi knew was her 'daily calling'. The person she wished to speak to the least. But, she knew that she had to take the call. She couldn't ignore the calling. She softly excused herself from the 'group session' and walked upstairs, flipping the phone open and starting to talk immediately. While she was talking on the phone, she was in her closet, finding herself multi tasking and putting her 'work clothes' on while she communicated.
Downstairs, Miley knew exactly what was going on. She knew who Brandi was talking to and that in a matter of a few minutes she would walk back downstairs in a slightly skanky outfit and say that she needs to meet a friend or she needs to run a few errands and that she'll be back in a few hours. But Miley had already heard of what she was doing, she was well informed. Maybe, she was informed just a little more than she needed to be. But, then again, she needed the information. The information of her sister's commitments told her exactly what she needed to fix, and without that knowledge, she'd just be a clueless teenager.
It took ten minutes, ten minutes and Brandi was finished with her phone call, finished putting on her 'skankier' clothes and had rushed down the stairs. She gets to the door, then turns around and meets Miley's eyes. Brandi's eyes are full of guilt and unhappiness, but at this point, Miley can do nothing but watch her go. "I have something I need to do, I'll be back in a little while," she explains, avoiding Miley's gaze after their quick connection, too ashamed to look her in the eye. "Bye," she says quickly, rushing out the door.
As soon as she's out the door Miley takes a deep breath in, releasing it slowly. It's hard for her to just sit there while her sister runs off to sleep with yet another man because she thinks she needs to keep the house up and running, and that's the only way to do it. She was in the same position only a short time ago and she wishes that someone could have stopped her before it all went down. But she kept it a secret. And now she just needs to wait for the perfect time to stop Brandi.
"I'm going to go visit Peter today, do you want to come?" Nick asks, grabbing hold of Miley's hand, trying to get her mind off of her sister's issues and onto a… slightly better situation. Miley laces her fingers with Nick's, then slowly looks up at him. She blinks several times, then licks her lips. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion and then she finally comprehends Nick's words.
"Of course," she says, nodding her head. "Of course I want to go. When are you planning on going?" she asks.
"I plan on going here in just a few minutes, if that's alright with you," he says, reassuring that his plans match hers and that he won't be interfering with anything she needs to do within the next few hours.
"My schedule is cleared out for quite a long time, I think I can manage to be ready in a few minutes," she says, getting up from her spot on the couch and walking up the stairs to her room. Once she's there she goes to her closet, searching through the mess of clothes until she finds a decent looking t-shirt and a pair of old and very comfortable blue jeans to wear. She slips the clothes onto her body and finds a pair of shoes to go with the outfit. Then she throws her hair up into a sloppy bun and freshens up her mascara, deciding she should look at least half way decent. Then, without a second glance in the mirror, she walks back down the stairs and meets Nick at the doorway.
They lace their fingers together, the process becoming a thing they just do; like a habit. And they walk to Nick's vehicle, unlatching their fingers only when they absolutely have to. Then when Nick and Miley are both settled into the car, they hold hands again, allowing Nick to drive one-handed. Some people don't feel safe in a moving vehicle if the driver is only driving with one hand, but Miley feels safer when he drives with just one hand. But only if the hand that's not on the wheel is holding her own hand. Miley stares at their fingers, memorizing the way their fingers intertwine and how their palms just latch together like a piece of a puzzle.
She stares for a good while, in fact, she stares until Nick turns the vehicle off. The sudden stop causes her to look up and out the window; they've already arrived at the club. "Well, that sure didn't take very long," she says, letting loose of Nick's fingers and jumping out of the vehicle. She reflects, as soon as she's out of the car. The last time she was here she was terrified, not even sure if she was ready to take 'that step', but now, she's as free as a weed and ready to hit this brick with a sledge hammer.
Nick walks around the vehicle, closing her door since she left it open from her sudden flashback and then grabs her hand once again. And they start walking, toward the place that used to be torture but is now just another place, that has a lot of history and after today, hopefully, they won't have to fool with anymore.
Miley swings open the door, acting as if she's just entering her own house and trails Nick behind her, walking straight to Peter's office. She knocks loudly, two times. And waits patiently for the door to open and Peter to pop his nasty looking head out. But, Peter doesn't answer the door, a different person does.
"May I help you?" she asks. It's a girl, with long black hair, dark eyes and a very cute, petite body. She looks confused, glancing at Nick, then Miley, then back to Nick. They just stare at her. She clears her throat, "Hello? May I help you?" she asks again, knocking them out of their staring phase.
"We're looking for Peter, the owner," Miley explains to the woman. The lady shakes her head, stepping on out of the office and leaving the door wide open.
"Peter told me you all would come, I'm sorry guys but he sold the building to me and said he was leaving the state, then he told me that I might have some visitors and I am supposed to tell you that I will be hiring appropriate aged women to work at my bar and I'm considering taking the stripping business completely out." Her smile becomes contagious and Miley's face lights up, and then Nick's in response.
"Well, thank you Miss, I'm very glad to see that you have taken over, I'm sorry that we have bothered you and we will leave you be now," Nick says, tugging on Miley's hand and starting their walk back toward the front door.
"It's fine guys," the lady says, walking back into her new office and shutting the door behind her. Meanwhile, Nick and Miley walk out of the building with a proud way about them. They most definitely scared the grown man off, whether he was able to admit that or not. Two teenagers scaring a creepy old guy out of his business, now that should make the papers.
A/n: Personally, my favorite little saying at the beginning. :)
School starts Wednesday :( which means cheer practice will be starting soon too & i'm taking loads of hard classes this year. It's all so frustrating. but, i will update as soon as i can. you all know i'm like, superrr slow. but i'll try. my best.
& i've kind of decided what will happen from here on out in each chapter, + i think there will be 43 chapters before the end. :)