You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

MILEYS POV

'The Twister.' I yelled, dragging Nick through the park.

'Why do you get to pick all the rides?' he complained, throwing his empty cup into the bin.

'Because I'm the girl. And you picked erUPtion.'

'Fine we're going on Kingda Ka next. Or I'm ditching you and going off with the guys.'

'Ok, Kingda Ka. But you're not ditching me, or I'll ditch you permanently.' I sighed, sitting on the seat I was being directed to.

'That's blackmail.'

'But that's why you love me.' I smiled.

'That was wild!' I exclaimed. I had been on The Twister no less than 12 times, and was probably close to vomiting, but I honestly couldn't care.

'All students from Seaview High. Be aware that you need to be at the buses in an hour'

'Shit.' Nick hissed. 'Can we go on the Runaway Mine Train? We've not been on that yet.'

'Yeah. Move your ass. I plan to go on it twice, then go on the Great American Scream Machine five times, then get a burger or something, then get back to the buses.' I said.

'And I'm the one with OCD.' Nick smirked, shaking his head.

'Whoohoo. That was amazing.'

'How have you not been sick yet?' Nick asked, wiping his mouth.

'Theres no reason for me to be sick.'

'Miley, you just went on all the rides minimum three times each, then ate two burgers, and then six cups of coke. You are unreal.'

'So I automatically have to be sick because of that? Because your shirt seems a pretty good target.' I smirked, tilting my head to the side.

'Yeah, you don't need to be sick, but we need to go back to the bus.' Nick said quickly.

I laughed and followed him to the bus. I climbed on and sat where I always did. Miss Pirrie followed me on. I quickly put my iPod in my ears. I liked Miss Pirrie, but I didn't wanna talk to her at the moment.

'You are so not going to Six Flags today.' Nick sighed, placing his hand on my stomach.

'Yeah, yeah, rub it in. You were right. I was supposed to be sick.' I said bitterly. I had been awake all night vomiting, and was obviously not going to make it to Six Flags.

'I'll stay behind aswell. I'll go tell Miss Pirrie.' Nick said, getting up and walking out of the room. I rolled over so my face was pressed into the pillow.

'Miley, you are so not going to Six Flags today.' Miss Pirrie said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

'I know. Nick said that earlier. I just wanna sleep.' I groaned.

'Ok. I need to go. Nick, are you staying aswell?'

'Yeah. I'll stay.' he said, pressing his hand lightly between my shoulder blades.

When Miss Pirrie left, he lay down beside me.

'You didn't have to stay back because of me. You could have went.' I hissed, pushing my face further into the pillow.

'I wanted to stay.' he insisted, rubbing my back.

'Sure you did. You felt bad about me being the only one staying behind so you ruined both our fun. You could have went.'

'Miley, you're PMSing, arent you?'

'That is for me to know and you to find out if you piss me off.'

'That's my mum.' I said, pressing the 'answer call' button on my cell lightly.

'Hey Miley. I got the results back from your examination. Do you want me to fax them?' my mum asked, a low tone in her voice.

'Um, yeah. The fax for this room is just the hotels -its on the brochure on the table- but add 115 onto the end.' I replied, tapping the desk I was sitting at.

'Ok, I'll go fax them now.'

'Bye.'

I put my cell back in my pocket and walked over to the fax machine.

'Whats up?' Nick asked, coming up behind me.

'My mums faxing me the results of my hospital tests.' I said, pulling the sheet of paper from the fax machine.

I walked over to the bed and lay down. I held the sheet of paper up to the light and read it.

'This is unreal.' I spat, throwing the sheet to the side.

'Whats wrong?' Nick asked, picking up the sheet and lying next to me.

'Severely underweight. Daily calorie control to be discussed in near future. Maintain three meals per day minimum.'

'Baby.' Nick sympathised, pulling me into his chest.

'Its just so unfair. I havent done anything. And I have been eating.' I wept, grabbing Nick's shoulders with my hands.

'We'll need to show this to Miss Pirrie when she gets back. You gotta tell one of them, and she's the safest bet.'

'I guess. I just don't get this though. I have been eating, and its not like I over-exercise. I mean, the closest to exercising I get is throwing a tennis ball for Marlow. The rest of the time I'm riding Bella, or I'm with you.'

'Please try and sleep. And don't worry. That'll just make it worse.' Nick soothed, pulling the covers from underneath me and tucking them around me.

'I'll try. I promise I will. Sometimes I just cant though.' I sighed, rubbing my cheek against the soft material.

'Well, I'm not moving until you go to sleep.' Nick said firmly, getting in next to me.

'You're really not helping.' I smirked, running my foot up and down his leg.

'Are you trying to insinuate something?'

'That depends on our situation. What state do we live in?'

'Tennessee.'

'Yeah, and what state are we in right now?' I asked, raising my eyebrows.

'Err…. New Jersey.' Nick replied. Then, he caught on. 'Ahh, no one knows our parents here.'

'Exactly.'

'You are an evil genius. But what about the teachers?'

'Not due back for another three hours.' I smiled, biting my lip. I moved about so I was lying ontop of Nick, my hands on his chest and my chin on my hands. I felt Nicks hands run down my sides until they rested on my hips.

'Miles, exactly how far do you plan on going?'

'As far as both of us are comfortable with. If either of us gets uncomfortable, promise to tell?'

'Promise.' Nick agreed, pressing his lips to mine. My hands instantly went for his hair. I ran my hands through his curls, while twisting my tongue around his.

His hands started to run up my sides, taking my t-shirt with them. I momentarily lifted my arms, and my t-shirt was swiftly pulled off.

'Don't be nervous.' I said, feeling Nick's hands shake as he traced the wire of my bra. He nodded and unclipped it, letting it slide to the floor.

'Miley.'

'What?'

'You're sexy when you're wearing bright yellow shorts and you're topless.'

'You would say that.' I snorted, rolling my eyes. 'But I'm starting to think you don't need this.' I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it to the side carelessly.

'I think your shorts are an unneeded add on.'

'So are your jeans.'

I fumbled around, my hands slipping as I tried to pull off his jeans. I got them down to his ankles and he kicked them off. I pulled off my shorts quickly.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Nick asked, looking up at me.

'No, I'm not sure, but I'm going to.' I admitted, moving closer to him.

'Miley! dads on the phone!'

I sighed and walked downstairs. Dad may have walked out on us, but I still had to talk to him. I took the phone from Noah and sat on the couch.

'hi daddy.' I smiled.

'How was six flags?' he asked.

'Ok. I went the first day and was sick all that night so they wouldn't let me go the second day.' I said.

'Still with Nick?'

'Yeah. W-why would you ask that. Its not like it's a difficult question.' I stuttered.

'You seem really nervous.' my dad chuckled. Then, his mood changed, 'Mi, you didn't-'

And here comes the awkward silence.

'You're only sixteen.'

I pulled the phone away from my ear and covered the receiver with my hand.

'MUM! Dads on the phone!' I yelled throwing the phone at her and running upstairs to my room. Noah followed me in.

I know this chapter isnt center aligned, but it kept resetting itself and I am in no mood to fight with my laptop, so I just left it. Sorry!