AN: Omg I am such a terrible updater!!! It's been like over a month since I last posted, you've all probably lost interest! School is so hectic at the moment it's just crazy! Whoever said grade 10 was easier than grade 9, lied. I was gonna continue this chapter but then I figured it was late and I wouldn't write any more tonight, nor during the week and I'm away next weekend so it would be another 2 weeks until it got posted and I figured you guys deserved another chapter, so here it is! This story's coming to an end, it's just way too much for me to handle right now, I'm not sure how many more chapters but I might do a sequel. It depends on how much interest there is. I'd like write a lot then post it gradually so you don't get bored, but probably after xmas or something, so that gives me time to write!

Read and review please guys! I only got like 2 reviews last chapter and I really wanna know what you guys think, your comments mean a lot to me and keep my inspired!

Disclaimer: Same story as last time, I own nothing.

Chapter 13

(Miley's POV)

I turned away from the door and faced Demi, an expectant look on her face. I searched around in my head for the right words to start the story. Nice and easy, I decided.

"I had a brother and -"

"Really?" Demi questioned, cutting me off, "is he gonna come visit you? Will I get to meet him? How old is he? Wait… had?"

"Had," I clarified, "when I was 6 years old he was killed. He was only 10."

"Killed? By who?" Demi asked, shocked.

"My parents."

"Oh my lord, Miles… What happened?"

And then I told her, every last detail. Everything I told Nick I repeated in full detail to Demi, except the part about not being able to trust anyone; that was between me and Nick.

"Jesus Miley, how on earth did you manage to keep all that a secret?" Demi said when I was finished.

"When there's a will, there's a way," I quoted. Demi giggled, "Now, I really wanna get out of here, where's a doctor?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'll go look for one," Demi said, laughing at my attempted humour. "Oh, the parents are here," she continued, reading the message on her phone.

"My parents are here?" I nearly shouted, shocked.

"No, Miley, my mom and Nick's mom and dad are here," Demi said, as if she was talking to a 5 year old, trying not to laugh.

Demi stood up and walked towards the door. She turned around, winked at me and pushed open the swinging door leaving room for Nick to enter.

"Nick, your parents are in the waiting room, go see them." I said, sternly, knowing he had been standing outside the door the whole time.

"I know, I had to see if you were okay first," he replied.

"I'm fine, you know? I didn't think I would be, but I am, I really am," I sighed, "I guess telling you made the story easier to tell the second time. You were right."

"About what?"

"I just needed to let it all out. And you listened."

"Well, you know, I try," Nick stated. I giggled as he sat down on the couch.

"Isn't there something you're supposed to be doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Your Nick Grey, you don't spend your life in hospital looking after sick girls… or do you?"

"No, just for you."

"Aww, your too sweet!" I cooed, "But you avoiding my question. Answer me."

"I, uhm, cancelled everything."

"You cancelled everything? Nick! You shouldn't have done that!"

"But I wanted to!"

"Nick, you have a responsibility to your brothers, your fans and your music, not to me"

"Well now it's to you too and there's nothing you can do about it," he replied, getting up off the couch and dancing out the room.

I stuck my tongue out at him as he turned to face me, a smirk plastered on his face.

~xoxox~

Two hours later the paperwork was finally complete and I was free to leave. I was going over to the Grey's house since Demi had to go film her show and her mom had to go back to work. Demi wouldn't let me stay at the house alone, in case I collapsed again or something, and since Nick cancelled all his activities for the day and his parent's don't work, forced me to go to their house. Well maybe forced isn't the best word, I resisted, but deep down, I kind of liked the idea. I walked out to their car, everyone hovering around me, as if I couldn't walk.

"Guys! I'm okay, I've been walking since I was a baby, I know how to do this, relax!" I finally yelled, it's not that I didn't appreciate their concern its just, there are limits. There was a murmur of sorry and everyone, except Nick, shifted around, pretending to let me be, but really they were watching my like a hawk. I rolled my eyes, "Nicholas Grey, I do not need your help walking to a car, I am okay." I heard Demi giggle slightly, and pull Joe away from the two of us.

"I know," he replied, ever so confidently.

"Then why are you still hovering around me?" I retorted.

"Because I want."

I paused for a bit, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't, "that's it? 'Because I want to'?"

"Uhm, yeah, pretty much."

"Wow, that's just… wow." I concluded, still unsure of what he really meant.

Finally we reached the car and I slipped in beside Joe as Nick got in on the other side of me. Kevin sat in the passenger seat up front, and Mr. Grey was driving the car. We pulled out of the lot and I watched as Demi and her mom drove off in their own car in the opposite direction as us. All of a sudden I felt scared, and I didn't know why. It's like without Demi I had no one to guide me, and I know that seems stupid since Nick knew so much more about me than Demi for the longest time, but I never went anywhere new without Demi or Mitchell. I glanced and Nick beside me, only to find his staring at me intently. I had two choices, one, act shocked, or two, joke about it. I chose option two.

"What you staring at, creeper?" I joked.

"Uhh, uhm, n-n-nothing…?" I stuttered back, blushing slightly.

Aw, that's so cute, I thought, I made him blush! Wait… I made him blush… Nick was just looking at me, waiting for me to say something, but nothing came out

"Who's staring now, huh?" he smirked, and I blushed.

Well wasn't that embarrassing! I decided to face forward from now on, to avoid any other awkward conversations. Eventually we pulled up in front of another large house, this one almost bigger than Demi's. Mr. Grey punched the code into the keypad and I watched as the gate swung open painfully slow. Joe's knee was shaking anxiously beside mine, and the moment the car was in park he threw the door open and sprinted over to his car, yelling to us in the process.

"I'm going out for a bit, 'kay Dad?"

"Uhm, okay, be back for dinner, and let us know where you are," Mr. Grey replied sternly. Nick chuckled and rolled his eyes.

I scooted over to the door Joe had previously flown through and stepped out of the car, the sunlight blindly me momentarily. I turned around to shut the door and went dizzy all of a sudden. I grabbed tight onto the door, waiting for my vision to come back.

"Are you all right Miles?" I heard Nick say, wrapping his arms around me.

"Yeah, yup, fine," I replied, regaining balance.

"You sure?" Nick responded, concern evident in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure," I confirmed and we walked towards the front door of the house, Nick arm still around me, as support.

We walked into the house and Nick led me towards the kitchen and sat me down on a stool.

"Want anything to drink? We've got juice, pop, milk…" his voice trailed off at the end.

"Uhm, water's good," I decided it was probably the safest choice after an operation.

"Of course, surgical dietary restrictions…" he seemed to ponder the idea, then continued, "when can you eat normally again?"

"Uhm, 24 hours from time of surgery, so just a few more hours."

Just then, Mr. Grey walked into the kitchen. "Kevin and I are going to run some errands, your mom's out with Frankie, call them if you need anything."

"'Kay dad, see you later." Nick replied.

"Bye, feel better Miley!" Mr. Grey shouted, walking out the door.

"Uhm, so what do you want to do now?" Nick said, turning back towards me.

I sipped on the water he placed in front of me, "Do you mind if I take a shower or something? I smell like hospital."

"Sure, go ahead, the bathroom's up the stairs and to your left, there should be a spare towel under the sink."

"Thanks," I said as I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. It was huge and at the end wall there was a giant mirror and I looked at my reflection. My hair was a mess and there were bags under my eyes from the stress recently placed on my body. I stripped out of my clothes and fingered the scar on the chest. It didn't look to bad; it was right on top of the other one, just a little bigger. It should fade pretty soon, hopefully, at least. I turned the shower on to hot and stepped under the stream of water, letting it cascade over the body and wash away the blood, sweat and tears; literally.

10 minutes later, I'd washed my self down, and shampooed my hair, using the wash stuff they left in the guest shower. I stepped into the steamy bathroom and reached for a clean towel enveloping myself in it. I wrung out my hair and then realized I didn't have any clean clothes to wear, and I really didn't want to put on my old stuff. After a few minutes of wondering what to do, I finally decided I would go get some clothes from Nick. I put my bra and knickers on and wrapped myself back up in the towel.

As I walked out of the bathroom I could hear the TV faintly, from downstairs. I stood at the top of the staircase and called down, "Nick?" There was some shuffling and then Nick appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking totally shocked. "Do you have any clothes to borrow? My other stuff's dirty."

(Nick's POV)

I stared up at Miley standing on the top step of the stairs, running her hand through her long brown, curly hair, wrapped in only a towel. Still in shock, I was vaguely aware of her asked my something, and I tried formulating as response. "Uhm, uhh, I, uhh, yeah…?" I finally came out with. Miley looked like she trying to suppress a giggle and I trundled up the stairs and brushed passed her, my bare arm rubbing up against hers, sending shivers down my spine.

I walked into my room and over to my dresser, pulling out my smallest pair of grey sweatpants and a white v-neck t-shirt. I tossed them over to Miley who was waiting by the door. She looked so hot, I thought, and then backtracked. Was that creepy that I thought of her as hot when she was standing in my bedroom wearing only a towel and undergarments? Probably.

"You can change in here," I said, stepping out of the room and heading back downstairs to wait for her.

(Miley's POV)

I looked at the clothes Nick gave me and shrugged, better than nothing, I thought. I untied the towel, slipped into the track pants, pulled the t-shirt over my head, and looked at myself in his mirror. Really, a white t-shirt and a black bra, did that boy know nothing? Or was it intentional? I settled on the former, the latter made him seem creepy. Oh well, I sighed, there's nothing I can do about it.

I threw the wet towel into his hamper and walked down the stairs, ready to face any emotional games Nick threw at me, or so I thought.