The past two weeks had been the most awkward, hard thing Miley and Nick had both been through. They avoid each other, and honestly they were both getting sick of it. No one noticed the tension. Teasing them about sex and baby names. Everyone seemed happy, why couldn't they just be happy?
Miley had arrived to Nick's apartment, a little over an hour ago. Her, Chris and Nick had bought a pregnancy test and were waiting. She looked at Chris and Nick, biting her lip,
"Well, I'll go take it… I guess." She whispered.
She leaned against the bathroom door sighing heavily. She'd been in here minutes, maybe hours. She was scared. She kicked the white test away from her, not bothering to look at it. She closed her eyes tightly, ignoring Nick's knocking on the door in attempts to get her to open up. She scooted over, letting him open up. Looking up at him, she sighed.
"Where's Chris?" She asked her blue eyes looking exhausted.
"He left, I told him I could handle you and that I'll call him later." Nick said sitting beside her, putting his arm around her, he looked down at her, "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't want to look. I don't want to know." Miley mumbled leaning into Nick's chest.
"Why?" Nick asked.
"My whole future depends on what's on that stick, yours too. How could you not be terrified at the moment?" Miley asked, tearing up. She felt Nick lean into her.
"Because, I know I need to be strong. For you, for Chris and possibly for this baby." Nick said leaning his head on hers. "You know, whatever happens, we're not going to blame you, right?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, but I kind of understand if you do…"
"You won't need to understand, cause it's not happening. Now, I'm going to read it… we'll do this together." Nick said leaning over and picking up the white stick. He looked at it for a moment, he looked upset and that scared Miley. "Negative…" He whispered kissing Miley's head.
"I'm sorry, Nick." Miley whispered rubbing his cheek tenderly.
"Don't be, we can always try again." Nick replied leaning his forehead on hers. She smiled lightly.
"How is Chris going to take this?" Miley asked biting her lip.
"Not good, but he'll get over it." Nick muttered.
"So, what now?" Miley asked.
"Now, we can go to dance rehearsal, then we can tell Chris." Nick said kissing Miley's cheek as a smile grew on her face.
"Rehearsal for what? We're not doing States anymore." She giggled.
"Undecided." Nick interjected. Taking her hand, he led her out of the room.
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"Five, six, seven, eight – left Nick. No the other left, ugh… you'd think being a dancer you'd know your left and right – darn it!" Miley screeched holding her throbbing ankle tightly.
"I'm so sorry, Mi." Nick said biting his lip.
"You're an idiot." Miley hissed. Nick couldn't help but smile, at least things were back to normal between them.
"You know what, let's try again." Nick suggest, taking her hips in his hands and doing the steps.
"Five, six, seven, eight… left, right, back, left, right, back, forward. Twirl, and… stop." She whispered the last word, noticing how close her and Nick's faces were. She bit her lip, trying to move back.
"Stay." Nick whispered holding her head in place, connecting their lips.
Miley's hands found their way to Nick's head, her fingers playing with his curls. Nicks tongue graced her bottom lip lightly, she opened her mouth slowly, allowing him full access. She tasted different from Chris, Nick noted. She tasted like… candy and fizzy drinks and mouthwash. While Chris tasted like, mint gum. Miley pulled away, Nick bit her bottom lip lightly, silently begging her to stay. She leaned into him, his hands found her hips, leading her towards the mirror where he made her lean on it. He closed his eyes, pulling away slowly.
"That wasn't part of the dance." Was the first thing Miley said after three minutes of silence and eye contact.
"No, it wasn't." Nick whispered turning and sitting down. "I'm so stupid." He muttered.
"No, you're not." Miley said sitting next to him.
"Yes, I am. I thought this was what I wanted, it's not." Nick whispered looking down at Miley.
"What's not?" Miley asked, her heart beating faster.
"This, having a baby. What I want is to dance everyday, to go to States, to win!" Nick admitted smiling lightly as Miley smiled huge.
"So why go through with it? A baby is something that never goes away. Don't have one if you'll regret it in the long run Nick, trust me. I know what it's like to be a unwanted child." Miley muttered.
"Chris wants this so bad." Nick said banging his head on the glass.
Miley giggled lightly, "Chris, though I love him, is a little spoilt. His used to getting what he wants, but he'll forgive you… he loves you." Miley whispered leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, he does." Nick said.
"And you love him." Miley said looking down.
"I'm not so sure anymore. I think, I've taken some people for granted." Nick whispered.
"Like I said Nick, no regrets." Miley said getting up and leaving Nick with his thoughts.
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So, this sucks. But I'm seriously being pulled in every direction atm. I have summer school going on and I'm studying hard. I have my modelling to worry about, I have a shoot on Saturday btw the way. Tweet me luck? Xdimmedlights. and I have three stories going on at once. I love all my readers fairly and decide they all need regular updates.
Sorry, summers sucked for fanfiction. But, I'm trying! Haha, sorry guys. Try get this out sooner. Read my new story? Cold As You is up and the second chapter is being written RIGHT NOW. Put the word 'Nebraska' in your review if you read this A/N.
Jasmine.