Complicated.
Chapter Seven.
Vanessa stormed into Miley's apartment, holding two Starbucks bags and her handbag. She placed the Starbucks on the table and threw her bag on the couch, pushing her oversized sunglasses of her face, she pouted.
"Miles?" She called out opening up one of the cupboards and finding a mug.
"What are you doing here?" Miley asked walking into her kitchen to find Vanessa there. She was wearing sweats the looked too big for her and one of the old shirts she found in her closet.
"Isn't that Nick's shirt?" Vanessa asked. She shook her head, dismissing the thought, "I'm here because you'vedisappeared off the face of the earth and Nick called me because he was worried about you!" She said pouring her coffee out of the foam cup into the mug.
"I've been sick – if you must know." Miley said sneezing as she ran her hands through her knotty, long hair.
"Too sick to step in the shower?" Vanessa asked scrunching up her nose.
"Ha." Miley replied picking up the Starbuck's cup and sipping it. She spat it into the sink. "What the heck is this?" she asked opening up the cup and grabbing a tin of sugar.
"Well, I bought you iced tea." Vanessa said smiling sweetly at her. "Like a good best friend." She added.
"Did you forget that sugar exists or something?" Miley asked stirring her sugar in.
"Oh well…" Vanessa said. "I bought cookies, though." She said pulling out the cookies from Starbucks.
"Thank you." Miley said kissing her cheek.
"Ew, don't kiss me." Vanessa said rubbing her cheek.
"Next time – remember the sugar." Miley said smiling at her.
"Okay, so tell me the realreason you've been avoiding everyone." Vanessa said sitting across from Miley at the dining table. "I mean, you're obviously not sick…" She said.
Miley ignored her, nibbling on her cookie.
"Wait – you're pregnant?" Vanessa asked.
"What? No!" Miley said.
"But you slept with Nick?" The dark haired girl asked.
"Well, yeah… but we took the test. It was negative." Miley mumbled pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, but not all tests are accurate." Vanessa said. "You should go to the clinic." She suggested. "They'd test you, then you'd know for sure." She said.
"I'm too sick to go out." Miley whispered.
"… what kind of sick?" Vanessa asked.
"I don't know – I'm waking up at around noon to puke, then I'm too tired to do anything. I think it'll pass." Miley said licking her lips. "Or at least I hope it does." She bit her lip.
"You goon!" Vanessa said. "Are you sure you're not pregnant? Those are some early signs or pregnancies." Vanessa muttered.
"I'm… almost positive." Miley said biting her lip.
"Yeah, whatever." Vanessa said. "You finish my cookie too? I hate chocolate chip." She said eyeing the cookie.
"I'm so hungry, I'd eat a horse." Miley said taking the cookie.
"Okay, so Michael wants to go to second base…" Vanessa started.
"What? And he told you that?" Miley asked. "He just turned around and was like – 'hey, let me eat you boobs'." Miley said eating her cookie. Vanessa glared at her.
"No one likes a sarcastic bitch." Vanessa hissed.
"That wasn't sarcasm." Miley replied.
"Whatever – he was hinting at it. And we're too early in our relationship for me to give him the twins." Vanessa said looking down at her chest.
"He likes you, you like him." Miley said. "Give him a little something." She winked.
"Miles… help." Vanessa whispered.
"Just tell him you're not ready." Miley said. "What's the worst that could happen?" She asked.
"He leavesme?" Vanessa asked.
"I've never known a guy to leave a girl for not going to second base – and if he does his a prick." Miley muttered biting her lip. "I really need to pee." She said getting up and leaving Vanessa with her thoughts.
…
"You have fat fingers." Demi commented as she lay on Joe's couch.
"I have fat fingers?" Joe asked.
"Yes. Your fingers… they're the fattest I've ever seen." Demi teased her older cousin.
"Why thank you? And why are you in my house?" Joe asked.
"This is hardly a house Joe. And I told you, Lucy-Anne is having her boyfriend over and I do not like the sound of sex. Do you like the sound of your roommate having sex? Of course – you wouldn't know what is like because you live alone!" Demi hissed whacking Joe's shoulder.
"I thought you told her to move out." Joe said turning up the volume on his TV.
"Ha! She's not so easily persuaded." Demi muttered.
"Why? What did you say to her?" Joe asked.
"I told her that there wasn't enough space for me, her and Pablo so she should move in with him." Demi said running her hands through her hair.
"And she said?" Joe asked laughing.
"MeandPabloarehavingrelationshipproblems,ifImoveinwithhimwe'llfightmoreandstuff.Idon'twantustobreakupsoIthinkit'sbestIstayhereuntilthingscalmdown." Demi said in a thick Hispanic accent.
"Ha! Oh my gosh! Why don't you thump her behind?" Joe asked.
"I wish." Demi whispered.
"Feel free to crash here tonight." Joe said putting his arm around her.
"Aww, Joey." Demi cooed. "Your house is a pigsty, I'll go stay at a friends." She said laughing.
"Rude!" Joe said pushing her shoulder.
"I'm sorry… don't tell my mummy." Demi laughed hitting him with a pillow.
"You're lucky you're my cousin and that I love you." Joe said ignoring her.
"Don't ignore me." Demi said pouting.
"Fine, make me some food woman." Joe said plopping down on the couch.
"I can't cook!" Demi screeched.
"Grilled cheese?" Joe asked hopefully.
"Sure, why not?" Demi muttered.
…
Chris walked into Nick's apartment, dropping his bags. He took of his shoes, flipping his jacket off and onto one of the pegs on the wall. He looked around for Nick.
"Nicky?" He called out.
"Huh?" Nick said walking out of the bathroom, his hand was scratching his head. A towel hung loosely on his hips, his wet muscular stomach out. His curly hair looked shiny.
"You look hot. Going somewhere?" Chris asked.
"I was getting ready for you." Nick replied kissing Chris lightly. He felt something in his stomach, a sickening feeling. But decided to ignore it and push it to the back of his mind.
"Well, I'm here." Chris said pulling away. Nick smiled.
"Yeah, you are." He whispered.
"Anyway, I got a call today…" Chris announced, walking into Nick's room behind him. He sat on Nick's bed, leaning back as Nick opened up his closet looking for a shirt.
"Really?" Nick muttered pushing past hangers.
"Hmm… We're going to dinner next week." Chris said.
"Are we?" Nick asked pulling out a shirt.
"Other shirt." Chris said quickly causing Nick to put the other shirt. "Yes. But tonight, I have you to myself." He said standing up.
"That you do." Nick whispered as Chris kissed him lightly.
"Hurry up." Chris said pulling away. "I'll be in the living room." He muttered.
The doorbell made Nick sigh as he walked to the door, knowing Chris wasn't going to answer it. He opened the door slowly, biting his lip as he saw a pale Miley hugging herself.
"Mi… come in." He said.
"Hey." She whispered walking in and slipping her uggs off to reveal Nick's monkey socks.
"I've missed those socks." Nick muttered smiling.
"Yeah, you're not getting them back." Miley said looking down. "Is Chris here?" She asked noticing his shoes.
"Yeah, his in the living room. I was getting changed." Nick said smiling down at her.
Miley noticed he was shirtless, he might've been gay but she was straight and his six-pack was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen! She ran her hands through her hair, "I came over because…" She was interrupted as Chris walked out.
"Hey Miles…" He said hugging her lightly.
"Hiya." Miley muttered fighting the urge to growl.
"You look well." Chris said smiling.
"Really? I feel terrible." Miley said raising an eyebrow at him.
"Then, I'm sorry." He said biting his lip.
"I'm going to go get changed." Nick said excusing himself.
"What's up?" Miley asked walking into the living room.
"Well, works been going good." Chris whispered.
"You seem distant." Miley commented.
"Do I?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, you do." Miley replied.
"I don't know." Chris whispered.
"Chris, you know you can tell me anything." Miley said leaning in closer.
"It's… nothing serious." Chris said looking away.
"Are you-"
"Hey." Nick said sitting between his boyfriend and best friend.
"Hi." Miley said looking away as Chris kissed Nick lightly.
"Hi baby." Chris said.
Short, I know. but it's something. Because I have ideas! I have ideas and that's a start… right? Review if you want to know what's wrong with Chris and if Miley goes to the clinic! Okay love you guys. It's break so I'm going to go on a updating spree... if all goes well, you'll have two new chapters of this and Cold as You.
Bye guys.
Happy holidays!
Jas. ;)