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

MILEYS POV

'What did you do?' she asked, sitting next to me on my bed.

'You were listening on the other phone. Noah! You cant do that.' I exclaimed, slapping the back of her head lightly.

'What did you do?' she repeated, grabbing my arm.

'None of your business. And don't try and get me to tell you. You're too young to know.' I said, lying back on my bed.

'Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.' she annoyed, bouncing on the bed around me. I picked up the pillow and threw it at her, knocking her over.

'Im going.' she pouted, getting up and walking out.

I put the pillow over my face and screamed into it.

'Miley. Explain. NOW.' my mum said, walking into my room and slamming the door behind her. Ooops. Looks like im in trouble.

'Explain what?' I asked, shifting my weight onto my elbows.

'You know fine well what.'

'If I knew, I wouldn't have asked.' I sighed. I was probably going to get grounded anyway.

'Answer me one question. Are you, or are you not a virgin?' my mum asked, sitting next to me.

'Mum, I'm not answering that!' I retorted. She picked my cell and iPod up from the pillow, then took Star and Landa from my shelf.

'Take your pick. Answer, or lose them for a month.'

'Fine. I am not a virgin.' I said, a flat tone to my voice. My mum handed me my cell back and sat next to me again.

'What age were you?'

'Sixteen.' I replied, catching my iPod.

'Who was it?'

'That's a stupid question that I feel no need to answer. Who have I been dating for a year. Because I can assure you I did not cheat on him.'

'Right. That was a stupid question. Nick, right?' I nodded and caught Landa and Star. I walked over to my shelf and put them on it.

'Yeah. Nick.'

'Miley, why?' my mum asked, wrapping her arms around me. 'Youre so young.'

'I'm ok. I'm not a little girl anymore. I need to have my own life.' I said, wrapping my arms around her.

'If you felt that I was babying you, you could have told me. You didn't need to go out of your way to be rebellious.'

'I didn't. It wasn't about being rebellious. It was about me and Nick. We just felt we were ready.'

'My Miley isn't a little girl anymore. She's grown up.' my mum sighed, putting her hands on my shoulders. The moment was ruined by the alarm clock going off.

'Mum-'

'I know, come downstairs.'

I followed my mum downstairs and sat on the couch. I flicked about the music channels until I found one that was playing Kelly Clarkson songs.

'Eat.' my mum said firmly, giving me a plate with a sandwich on it.

'Mum, I'm not hungry.' I said truthfully, handing her the plate back.

'You gotta eat it. Miles, you're killing yourself.' my mum said, sitting next to me.

'I'm just not hungry. I know the hospital said I had to eat three meals a day, but cant I skip this one? Im going to vomit if I put anything else down my throat.'

'They also said you were severely underweight. Please eat it. Even if its just some of it.'

I sighed and took a bite. The lettuce stuck to the roof of my mouth and the tomato slid down my throat unexpectedly. I pushed the plate away and stood up.

'Miley, go upstairs, please. Try and sleep, I'm going to see Denise. Recent events that have exposed need some talking about.'

Right….. I said I wasn't going to do POV changes in this, but for this chapter its needed.

NICKS POV

'Nick! Come downstairs. We need to talk.'

I got up from my bed and went downstairs. My dad, my mum and Tish were all sitting there.

'Hi.' I said, sitting on the armchair.

'Miley told Tish and Tish told us.' my mum said, crossing her arms.

'Yeah.' I couldn't see any problem, I honestly couldn't.

'Nick, why did you fucking do it?' my dad asked, looking anywhere to avoid eye contact with me.

'We could feel it in our hearts. We knew it was right.' I admitted, shrugging.

'Im ashamed of you. How can you talk of it as if its nothing?' my dad said, standing up and walking out.

'Ignore him.' Tish said hastily, looking over at me. 'Have you thought of anything long term?'

'We don't want you to feel like we're pressuring you though.' my mum added.

'Future… well, yeah. Its impossible to love someone as much as I love Miley without thinking about the future.' I admitted, feeling colour rush to my cheeks.

'I'd better get getting back. Miley's probably murdered Noie by now.' Tish said vaguely, getting up.

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

I went back up to my room, to find Frankie sitting on my bed.

'What are you doing?' I asked, sitting next to my brother.

'Dunno. I was bored and came in here. And I want your iPod!' he said, with as much threat as a seven year old could.

'You're not getting my iPod!' I exclaimed angrily.

'Um, guess I'm letting dad see these then.' he smirked, holding up a pile of photos.

'They're mine!' I yelled, diving at him. I chased him around the room, catching any of the pictures that fell from his clenched fist. He opened the door and escaped into the hall

'Maybe we should show them to Tish aswell.' Frankie shrugged, hiding under a table too small for me to get under.

'You wouldn't dare.' I growled, grabbing his fist.

'What is going on here?' mum demanded. It was a weird sight, one of her sons under a table, the other lying on the hall floor trying to grab the other sons fist.

'Nothing.' I said quickly, trying to pull Frankie's fist apart.

'Sure as hell don't look like nothing.'

'MUM! NICKS GOT DIRTY PICTURES OF MILEY!' Frankie yelled, getting out from under the table. He gave mum all the pictures and I handed over the few I had got back.

'Frankie, go. Nick, come.' mum said firmly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into her bedroom.

I sat on the ottoman and put on the cute smirk that had got me out of trouble since I was two

'That wont work, Nick. Not for something like this.' she said flicking through the pictures quickly.

'In my defence, I never asked her to take them. She just gave me them.'

'Ok. Nick, when did you get these?'

'Um, we'd been dating for about a month.' I replied. 'She came up to me in school with an envelope and pushed it into my hand.'

'Ok. Go to your room, but I'm telling your father.'

MILEYS POV

'I'm back.' my mum said, closing the door with a click.

'Mum! Mileys wearing my clothes again!' Noah complained, running over to mum.

'Its not my fault they fit me better than they fit her.' I shrugged.

'Miley, take them off.' mum growled.

'Yeah! That's my denim skirt and my pink t-shirt.' Noah smirked.

I sighed and went upstairs to put my own clothes back on. It was true, Noah's clothes fit me better than they did her. The skirt came to just above the middle of my thigh, and the t-shirt shown about an inch and a half of my stomach, but they did look good on me.

I really wanna kiss you, but I cant-

Six seven eight triple nine two one two.

I dived for my phone, knowing that it was Nick calling.

'Hi! I miss you already.' I said, sitting down on my bed.

'I miss you. that's why I'm asking you over for dinner. You're allowed.' he said. I could tell he was smiling.

'Oh, yeah, I'll come now.' I smiled. 'Love you.'

'Love you too. See you in a bit.'

I heard the bleep signalling that the call had ended. I opened my bedroom window slowly and climbed down the drainpipe to the ground. That's when I realised I was still wearing Noah's clothes.

'Shit.' I grumbled, running across the lawn. There was no time to get changed. I could get down the drainpipe in a flash, but it took a lot longer to get up it. I ran towards Nicks house, and the door was opened whenever I came within an inch of it.

'Hi, Denise.' I smiled, wiping my feet on the mat.

'Its been a year and you're still calling me Denise? How many times do I have to tell you that its mum?' she smirked, beckoning me in.