Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, so so sorry. I tried to make it long but...yeah... so I put alot of Niley in it. As much as I could, anyway.
Hope you like...
"This is ridiculous," Nick mumbled to his brothers. "It's been a week and she won't answer any of my calls."
"Her boyfriend left, Nick. I'm pretty sure she's feeling a little heartbroken," Kevin pointed out.
Nick rolled his eyes. "He didn't break up with her. He just left. How long must it take for her to get over it? It's pathetic."
Joe laughed. "Look who's talking, princess."
Nick threw a pillow at him, hitting Joe smack in the face.
"Ow!" Joe yelled. "Watch my face!"
Kevin rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics. "Nick, just go to her house."
"I don't want to be rude..."
"Who cares," Joe said, rubbing his nose. "What could she possibly do to you?"
Nick bit his lip. Joe was right...annoying, but right. "Kay, fine..."
Kevin smiled. "So guys, I have great news. Dani and I are going to set a date for the wedding. I mean, now that Miley's better and well, we think it's time. What do you guys think?"
"Finally," Joe grinned, pumping his fist in the air. "It's about time."
"Happy for you bro," Nick commented. "I know how long you two have been waiting for this, so I couldn't be any happier."
"I'm so glad you two are happy for me," Kevin smiled, "And, obviously, I want you two to be my best men."
"Duh!" Joe laughed.
"It'd be an honor," Nick stated.
Kevin was grinning from ear to ear as he stood up. "Great. I'm going to go call Dani and tell her. I'm going to be married!" All the brothers laughed and cheered. What with Miley being in the coma and all, their whole family was put under much strain. The wedding had come to a halt and Kevin and Danielle's relationship was put on pause.
Now things were starting to look up.
Nick knocked on the door, new excitement in his veins. He couldn't wait to tell Miley the good news. Sure enough it would put her in a better mood. And maybe he could slip in the idea that he would need a date for such an important event.
"Hey Nick," Robby Ray said when he opened the door. "Why so smiley?"
"Kevin's finally getting married, Mr. Stewart," Nick explained. "I came to tell Miley."
Robby Ray laughed. "That's great, Nick! Give your brother my congratulations for me."
"Of course," Nick assured him. "Is Miley in her room?"
"Oh right," Robby Ray said moving out of the way and closing the door when Nick walked in. "yeah, I think she's still in bed. Pretty upset. Just warning ya, she does not want to be messed with."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Ready or not, here I come," he mumbled.
He slowly made his way up the staircase and down the hall to Miley's room. He was grateful that it was on the other side of their mansion. Because if Miley was in as bad of a mood as Robby Ray said she was in, then this will just be icing on the cake. Without any words, he swung the door open to Miley's room. Nick say Miley's figure jump from under her covers, but she didn't turn around. She probably thought he was her dad. Perfect...
Still not saying anything, Nick grabbed the covers and ripped them from Miley's body. She shrieked and twisted her body towards her intruder. Her hair was a mess, covering her eyes, but Nick could see them grow wide with recognition and anger. "Nick!" She screeched.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her up from her bed. "Let me go!" She yelled, trying to slap his chest. Instead, he hoisted her over his shoulder and gripped her with one arm. Her head almost smacked against his back when he lost a little control of her because of her squirming. "Put me down," she growled, continuously smacking his back with her flailing arms. "Go away! Let me go!"
"It's for your own good," was all Nick said before turning towards her bathroom. He yanked open her shower curtain and twisted on the water. He let it run over his and until it got hot.
"Don't you dare," she warned.
"What are you going to do about it," he shot back.
"Terrible, terrible things."
Nick hesitated... Then placed her right in the shower.
"NI-" was all she could get out before Nick clamped his hand over her mouth. She tried to take a step towards him, but her foot caught on some soap residue and she slipped. Trying to keep her balance, Miley reached out and grabbed Nick by his shirt. Nick's eyes widened as he felt her taking him down with her. Before he could react, she pulled him into the tub on top of her. He landed in an awkward position with one of his legs hanging outside of the tub. He gasped as he felt the hot water drops pelt against his back.
"Well done, Miley!" He hissed.
"Oh, do not act like this is my fault," she spat at him.
Nick tried to catch his breath. He stared down at her wet, pissed off face and all he wanted to do was kiss her. His hair started to slip down in front of his face, blocking his sight, as the water began to soak it. The steam also began to pick up, making it hard to see. But all Nick could comprehend at the moment was that Miley's hot, soaking wet body was under his body and that she was making no move to get up. The water soaked completely through his clothes and through her's, that he could literally feel her skin against his. Oh God, he loved this.
He felt Miley's hand slip up his face, moving his hair out off his eyes. "You need a haircut," she mumbled.
Nick smiled. "You always liked my hair long, though."
"I can't see your eyes..." Miley murmured.
"You like my eyes?"
Miley squirmed awkwardly under his. "They're... you know..."
Nick shook his head. "No, I don't. Please, tell me."
Miley kept quiet.
"I'll make it easier for you... I think you have the most amazing..." He leaned down and kissed one of her eye lids. "...most beautiful..." He kissed the other. "...most breath-taking eyes I've ever seen."
"D-ditto," Miley breathed out.
Nick laughed, and the way his body shook against her's... It did crazy things to them. Their breathing quickened and it caused to steam to swirl around them. "I think we should get up now," Nick whispered.
"Okay," Miley whispered back. Neither made a single move.
"Or we could do this..." Nick said softly, leaning down.
Miley gripped his shirt, waiting to feel his lips. That's when she remembered something...
"I'm not going to fall in love with you," Miley said with a tint of harshness in her voice. "I'm not going to lose this bet..."
Nick stopped leaning in, only mere centimeters away from her face. To be honest, that bet was actually the last thing on his mind. In fact, he felt pretty pissed at himself for trying to be a stupid flirt and even bringing it up in the first place. Because that kiss would have so been his...
He glared down at her and laughed. "Oh okay... I'll remember that... The reason you don't want to kiss me is not because your boyfriend left a week ago, but because you don't want to fall in love with me..."
Miley's eyes widened as she realized she forgot to mention Austin. "No. Wait—"
Nick was already up and out of the tub. "Hurry up, Miley. I'll be waiting downstairs for you."
Miley watched him as he left her bathroom...and Nick very well knew that. So that's why, just for her entertainment, he stripped off his soaking wet shirt, exposing his wet muscles, just before closing the door.
He sat on her bed, sighing in frustration. He heard her turn the water off and turning it back on a minute later. Probably to strip out of her clothes... That image crept in Nick's mind and he had to take deep breaths to stop himself from doing anything rash... Because the only thing separating them now was a single wooden door...
He quickly got up and walked off his wiry nerves. That's when he realized he was still soaking wet. He looked down at her bed and noticed the huge wet spot he left on her bed. "Crap," he muttered, flipping a pillow over it to hide it. Then he looked towards her closet and wondered if maybe she still had some of his old shirts. He walked in the huge walk in closet and sure enough, within a few minutes, he found an old white V-neck and dark skinny jeans. He slipped them on greatly surprised they fit... Though, there was no chance he could find a pair of old boxers in there, so the wet, uncomfortably feeling was still there. Great...
Soon, he heard the water turned off. He raced out of her room, down the stairs and towards the front door, trying desperately to avoid Robby Ray. He didn't want to have to explain to him the reason for his change of clothing.
Luckily, he made his way to his car and stuffed his original clothing in his back seat. He decided to just lay low in his car until Miley came out...
He had no idea it would take her an hour to get ready...
Her figure making her way out of her house caught his eye and he sighed. Finally...
"You are such a gentleman," Miley remarked as she got in his car. "Waiting for me in your car instead of the house and then not even getting out to open the door for me. A real "Prince Charming" if you ask me," she said sarcastically.
Nick started the car and made his way down her drive way. "I didn't want to have to explain the clothing change to your dad."
Miley looked at him, noticing his different attire for the first time. "You bring a spare change of clothes with you everywhere you go?"
Nick shook his head. "I found it in your closet. These are some of my old clothes."
"Why were they in my closet?"
"I used to leave my clothes at your house."
Miley suddenly looked awkward. "You mean we...?"
Nick quickly shook his head. "Uhm... No. Not...at...all." Wow, why would she jump to that conclusion? They never had sex. Ever. But...they weren't exactly that innocent... To a sense. So that question could have many different answers.
Miley gave a tiny sigh of relief. "So, uhh, where are we going?"
Nick smiled. "The beach."
"I didn't bring my swimsuit."
"I didn't want you to. We're not going to swim. I just wanted to show you something..."
"What?" Miley asked, giving him a curious look.
"You'll see," Nick smiled.
"Hey Joe," Kevin said walking into his room, "Demi's here to see you."
Joe smiled as he saw her march right into his room like she owned it. "Thanks, Kev. Oh! and congratulations." Kevin smiled at her before walking out.
"Hey beautiful," Joe cooed.
"Hey...handsome," Demi's voice strained on that last word.
"Ugh, do I seriously look that bad?"
"No," Demi lied.
"Thanks for lying to me, babe. I appreciate it," Joe sighed.
"Any time," she leaned down and gave him a peck on his lips. Joe placed his hand on the back of her head and deepened the kiss when she stared to pull away. He felt her lips smile into the kiss as their tongues fought for dominance. They both leaned back on his bed...
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..." Demi pulled away. "What happened to waiting for things to go back to normal?"
"How long will that take? Dems, I want to be with you now," he said reaching for her hand.
"I know..."
"Well... I don't have a date for the wedding. Miss Torres, will you be my date?" Joe asked, pulling her into his arms.
"Let me think about it," she mumbled into his chest, teasingly.
"What?"
"Well, how long do you think it will take your face to heal?"
"Demi!"
"I'm kidding," she laughed. "Joe, I wouldn't want to go with any other guy."
"Not that I would let you," he teased. "You're mine Demetria Torres."
"I'm yours," she smiled.
Miley looked at Nick, confused. "And why are we here? It's just...sand."
"It's not 'just sand'! It's special!"
"How so?"
Nick watched Miley, carefully. He watched as her eyes swept over the sand towards the ocean. "Does this place mean anything to you?"
Miley shook her head. "Should it?"
"I guess not..." Nick mumbled, disappointed.
"Why is this place special to you?"
Nick sighed, sitting down. Miley sat next to him. "We used to come here any chance we would get. It's some far off from where all the people go, so it's pretty private. That meant no paparazzi or fans. This place was our own little get away.." Nick smiled at some of their memories here. "You always told me that when we got married, it was this place you wanted it to be."
"So this is our place?"
"Yeah," Nick smiled at her. "The last time we were here was a few months before your accident. I made a promise to you. It's strange to think that I might not get the chance to keep it."
"What was the promise?"
Nick shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It feels like so ago..."
Miley watched as tears filled in Nick's eyes. He kept trying to blink them away, but he failed. A few escaped down his cheeks. She wanted to say something to make him feel better, but what could she say? This was their speacial place. A place filled with so many memories that they were supposed to share together. It didn't mean much when only one of them had those memories.
"I really didn't want you to see me cry..." Nick said trying to laugh it off. "That wasn't my intention, I promise. I just wanted to know if this place might spark a memory."
Miley grabbed onto one of his arms and leaned into him. "It's okay to cry, Nick. I know this hurts you..."
Nick's body shook. "But it's over... You're awake and well. I'm happy for that."
"But you're still sad..."
"I just... I can't understand why this happened. Why you? You had your whole life ahead of you. Fans... Fame... Glory... What made you deserve what happened?"
Miley shrugged. "Maybe something wasn't right? Maybe I needed a redo at life? Nick, we can sit here and ask these questions as to why it happened...or we can just be thankful that it's finally over."
Nick placed his hand on top of Miley's and sighed. "I've been so angry all the time... Look what I did to Joe just because my anger got the best of me... I'm tired of being angry."
Miley used her other hand to place on Nick's cheek and made him look at her. "You don't have to be..."
Nick turned his face to kiss her hand. "I love you, Miley. I know that you don't feel the same way, but I have to say it. I haven't been able to say it to you for over a year. I love you... "
Miley smiled, a few tears in her eyes. "I may not be in love with you, Nick.. but you are something special."
Nick leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Miley rested her head against his shoulder. "This view is breath-taking."
Nick smiled down at her. "Yeah, it is."
Miley blushed. "Hey, maybe later we can go see Joe. I did flake out last week..."
"He'd like that, Miley. And I think my parents would love to see you again, as would my little brother, Frankie."
"And Kevin?"
Nick's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you. He's getting married."
Miley shot up. "What?! When?! To who?!"
Nick pulled her back towards him. "I'll let him explain it to you. For now, let's just...relax."
"Okay..." She rested against him.
Nick smiled as the wind blew her scent into his nose. This felt so right. Just like old times. And he soon didn't mind that he didn't get that kiss today. Because maybe it just wasn't their time yet. Their time would certainly come... He knew it. The pieces would fall into place. He just had to give it some time. He made a promise to himself that by the time of Kevin's wedding—whenever that may be—she would be his again.
He just had to hope that Austin didn't come home before then.
So I didn't really want the date of the wedding to be Dec. 19, because the time set of this story is like around the first part of the year 2011, like April. I have noooo idea what date I should choose or how far away the wedding should be from now... Any suggestions?