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Miley and I sat on the ground outside her parents room pressing our ears against the door like little kids, trying to hear what they were saying. We could make out what her Father was saying, seeing as he was screaming but her Mom was a little bit harder.

"I don't want her seeing him anymore!" Her Dad yelled. Miley flinched at that. She looked at me, not saying anything.

"Their seventeen. Remember what we were like at seventeen? We should be glad their not actually having sex." Her mom reasoned with him.

"And what if I hadn't come in the room. Hmm? You think they wouldn't stopped there?" Miley's Dad was usually completely fine with us kissing and all that. He never got mad, or acted too overprotective. But I could understand where he was coming from with this one. If I saw my teenage daughter's boyfriend doing what Miley and I had been before her Dad came into the room, I would have knocked the kid out right then and there. We couldn't hear much after that. Miley's Mom had gotten Billy Ray to calm down and they were speaking at a normal tone now. When we heard them moving around we went downstairs in case they opened the door. Miley was practically in tears.

"What are they going to do? What are we gonna do? What if I can't see you anymore?" She grabbed my shirt and buried her head into my chest letting out a small sob.

"Hey… hey look at me." She slowly did as I asked. "There is no one in the world, not even your parents, who could keep me away from you. I'm not going anywhere. This is bad. This is defiantly not good, but it could be a lot worse. Your parents are going to get over it and pretty soon things will go back to how they were before, I promise." She smiled a little and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in.

"I know; you're right. You're always right. That's why I love you."

"Really? I thought it had something to do with my great looks and charming personality."

"Actually I think it's your modesty." She said sarcastically. I smiled at her and she stuck her tongue out at me and then laughed.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Not really." Wow, she must be really upset about this whole thing. Miley was never not hungry.

"Alright what can I do? How can we get your mind off of this?" She smiled but didn't say anything. "What?" I asked, after a few moments of silence.

"Nothing. You just… You're perfect."

"Not this again." She laughed at my annoyance.

"Alright, alright just take the compliment and we can move on."

"Well I guess if I must, fine. I'm prince perfect. And you're princess perfect. And we'll live happily ever after together in Perfectville."

"Mmm that sounds good to me. I wouldn't mind getting away to Perfectville for a while. Tell me, what is it like there?"

"Well it's filled with beautiful castles and beaches and rainbows and it can be summer all year round."

"We get to control the weather in Perfectville?!"

"Of course we do. We get to control everything."

"Well in that case we will never fight in Perfectville. And we'll always be together."

"We'll never fight? This is sounding better and better every second."

"Well we wont fight unless you do something really annoying in which case I will be forced to be mad at you."

"I guess I better not screw this up then, huh?"

"I guess so, Nick" Just then we heard her parents walking downstairs. As they came into the kitchen it was hard to read the expressions on their faces. Miley's Mom looked understanding and her Dad looked… well pissed. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, her Dad spoke up.

"Alright here's the deal. I'm not happy with either of you right now. Especially you." He looked at me sternly. "But you're not in the hospital, you're not in trouble with the law, you're not pregnant, and I trust you have no intentions of posing that as a possibility." He continued, looking back at Miley. "So your Mother and I have decided that you two can continue spending time alone as long as there is an adult in the house, and the door will be left open. Same rules go for at the Jonas' and we want you home by ten every night. If you can follow these rules and earn our trust back, we will consider being more lenient."

I saw Miley open her mouth to protest but I stopped her before she got us into more trouble.

"Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Cyrus. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again. And we will follow your rules for as long as we are told to." Her Dad looked at me and nodded.

"We know you're a great kid, Nick. And honestly, we both think that you two are great for each other. But that doesn't change the fact that you're still teenagers." Said Miley's Mom.

They were being totally reasonable. If Miley said anything now, I would know for sure that she started fights just for the fun of it. I'd had that theory in the back of my mind since we were 13 and she'd started yelling at me after I told her flushing fish down the toilet does not reconnect them with their birth parents, like in Finding Nemo.

Luckily, this time she didn't do anything other than just look embarrassed and sorry. She decided to join in the conversation at last.

"That's fair. I guess we just got carried away. But I'm not going to get pregnant. Anyway Nick doesn't want to have sex with me," she said casually. Oh god. Stop. Talking. Now. Her parents looked a mix between shocked and extremely relieved.

"I knew I liked him." Said Billy Ray. "Good man." He patted me on the shoulder before going upstairs. Her Mom stayed behind and for a moment there I thought she was going to give us the birds and the bees talk. She didn't, thank god, and after we talked for a minute about being "responsible" and "understanding the rules" she followed her husband. I looked at Miley. Before I could get a word in she cut me off.

"Well that went better than expected. I mean this sucks but at least we can still be alone together. Although that whole ten o'clock thing has really got to go. There's no way. I don't even get off work till seven. That gives us three hours tops. And I need more time with you or I'll go into a state of withdraw and the results will be just tragic."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at how she thought she could change her parent's minds. But I wouldn't have put it past her. When Miley decided she wanted something, she always got her way. Mostly because there was no one in the world that could ever tell her no. I was still a little thrown off by something she said earlier, however.

"Miley, do you really think I don't want to have sex with you?" She paused for a minute before answering.

"Well, yeah."

"Hmm. You really are delusional."

See? It didn't turn out that badly! Keep checking back for chapter 8 I already have it written and I'm just waiting to upload! Probably mid-week. I know this is shorter than usual but since I'm going to start uploading more frequently the chapters will be a little less lengthy. (Alliteration! ...I'm a nerd.) Thank ya'll so much for reading! Don't be a silent reader (I stole that from someone) ...Review!! XOXO, Tallie