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

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MILEYS POV

I went into the living room and sat on the couch. Denise sat on the armchair and held out the biscuit tin to me.

'Oh, no thanks. It'll ruin my appetite.' I said politely, smiling slightly.

'Miley! I want to play that game with the plastecine later!' Frankie screamed, jumping on the couch next to me. 'Hmm.. Arent they Noah's clothes?'

I saw Denise scowl slightly as I nodded.

'Miles, is that you?' Nick asked, coming downstairs.

'No, I'm a clone from the planet Froufrou.' I said sarcastically, getting up and walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

'You two, dinner.' Paul said politely. From what I knew, he was taking it better than Denise.

Nick took me through to the dining room and I sat next to him. He grabbed my hand under the table and rubbed it with the pad of his thumb. I looked at him, chewing on my lip slightly. He leant down and kissed me gently, one hand intertwined with mine, the other resting on my ribcage.

`Can I move out?' Joe asked as he entered the room with Frankie.

'No, I don't trust you alone. Not since you set fire to the microwave.' said Denise.

'I was twelve!'

'Oi, break it up.' Frankie said grumpily, pulling out a chair to sit on.

I pulled away from Nick slowly, turning around to face the table. Frankie and Joe were sitting opposite us, Denise on my right, and Paul on Nick's left.

'I made bolognaise, is that ok with everyone?' Paul asked, placing the plates in front of us.

'Yeah.' I smiled, picking up the fork. I started to eat, stopping occasionally to take a sip of water. I was halfway through when I felt bile gathering in my throat.

'Sorry.' I mumbled, getting up and running into the downstairs bathroom. Nick followed me and grabbed my hair gently to stop it getting splashed with sick.

'Are you ok?' he asked, pulling me into his arms the minute I stood up.

'Yeah. I think so. What does your dad make that with?' I asked as we walked back into the kitchen.

Nick listed off all the ingredients and I put my hand over his mouth.

'What?' he mumbled, his lips tickling my palm.

'Found the problem. I cant eat paprika.'

'Oh. DAD! MILEY CANT EAT PAPRIKA!' he yelled, pulling my hand away from his mouth.

'Sorry, Miley.' Paul apologised as we sat down again.

'Its not your fault, you didn't know.' I said, finishing the glass of water. 'I guess I'd better be going.'

'I'll walk you, unless you want to stay the night?' Nick suggested, standing up. I was about to reply when I saw Denise give Nick a warning look. She didn't seem to be taking this whole 'sexually active' thing to well.

'I don't want to intrude. I'll just go home.'

'I'll walk you.'

We were standing on my porch when Nick grabbed my shoulder.

'Look, I'm sorry about my mum. She's being totally unreal.'

'Its not your fault. People can find it hard to accept. Telling your mum you're not a virgin anymore is a shock.' I said.

'I'm going to miss you.' Nick sighed, putting his hands on my hips I shuddered when I realised his fingertips were about half an inch from touching, but pushed it to the back of my mind. I coiled my arms around his neck and leant up to kiss him softly.

'If you want you can stay with me tonight.' I said, pulling away from him and opening the front door.

'What about your mum? Wont she mind?' he asked, following me in.

'Um, mum! Nick's staying over. Is that ok?' I asked, seeing my mum and Noah on the couch.

'Yeah, of course, but please give Noah her clothes back.' mum smiled, momentarily looking up from the book she was reading to Noah. My mum was being so cool about the whole thing. She just accepted the fact I was sexually active, no questions asked.

I grabbed Nicks hand and ran upstairs, dragging him with me. I opened the top drawer of my dresser, which contained clothes belonging to Nick. I pulled out a pair of his sweats and a random t-shirt and threw them at him.

'I'll go into the bathroom.' he said, getting up and leaving the room.

I got out a blue nightgown, quickly undressed and pulled it on. I walked over to the bed and sat down, taking the book from under the pillow.

'Watcha reading?'

'Just an old paperback.'

'What one?' Nick asked, sitting next to me and looking at me.

'The Notebook.' I said, lying down on the bed and flicking through the book to find my page. I felt the pillow shift slightly as Nick lay next to me, pulling the duvet over us both.

His breath tickled my neck as he watched me read. My eyelids started to get heavy so I put the book back under the pillow. I turned onto my side so I was facing Nick.

'You're cute when you're reading, has anyone ever told you that?' he smiled putting his hand on the side of my face.

'Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when they can see right through you?' I smirked, taking his hand off of my face.

'Excuse me?'

'Well, you wouldn't stop me if I done this-' I said, running my hand from his chest downwards, but pulling it up at the last minute.

'Mi, don't.' he groaned, grabbing my hand. He dropped my hand and ran his down to my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. I threw my head back and opened my mouth slightly.

'Please. Stop it.' I moaned, pulling his hand away.

'Nick - we may have a lot of explaining to do.'

'Huh?'

'Noie's rooms through that wall. She's probably scarred for life.' I giggled, tapping the wall at my head.

'Well, that's a price she has to pay for having such a beautiful big sister.' Nick smirked, leaning his forehead on mine.

'Uggh, what day is it today?' I asked, sitting up.

'Monday, we have English, French, geography, double PE then music.' Nick replied, smiling at me.

'Nick! Miley! arrêtez notes de passage. êtes-vous attentif?'

'Oui, Madame Esteban. Je suis attentif. La Bastille est l'endroit où est enterré Napoléon. Et il a commencé à construire l'Arc de Triomphe' I replied hastily, looking up.

'Je suis en accordant une attention ainsi. Les Marseillaise a été composée à Strasbourg en 1792 par Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle.' Nick replied, dropping his pencil on the desk.

'Vous deux, semblent avoir fait leurs devoirs. Chanter un couplet et le refrain de l'hymne.' Madame Esteban demanded. I looked over at Nick and he stood up. I stood up also, brushing my hair from my face.

'Allons, enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrive, Contre nous de la tyrannie L`etendard sanglant est leve, L`etendard sanglant est leve. Entendez-vous, dans le campagnes, Mugir ces feroces soldats? Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras, Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes.'

'Bon fait.' Madame Esteban smiled.

Translations (remember, you can never get a direct translation from one language to another.) - 'Nick! Miley! stop passing notes. Are you paying attention?'

'Yes, Madam Esteban. I am attentive. The Bastille is the place where Napoleon is buried. And he began to build the Arc de Triomphe.'

'I am giving attention as well. The Marseillaise was composed in Strasbourg in 1792 by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle'

'You two seem to have done their homework. Sing a verse and chorus of the hymn.'

'Come, children of the Fatherland,The day of glory has arrived,Cons us tyrannyThe bloodstained banner,The bloodstained you hear in the countryside,The roaring of these fierce soldiers?They come right into our arms,Cut the throats of our son, our friends'

'Well done'

This is a random fact but Madame Esteban is the translation for Mrs Steven.

'Miley! Watch out!'

I snapped out of my daydream and looked ahead. My face made contact with the baseball, knocking me back.

'STOP!' yelled Mr Sandy, running over to me. Nick got to me first, lifting me back onto my feet.

'Di dik di'm dokay.' I snorted, blood crusting on my top lip.

'No, you're not. And that's why you need to pay attention in PE.' Mr Sandy said angrily. 'Nick, take her to the nurse.'

I stumbled across the playing field, grabbing Nicks arm to stop myself falling. We made it into the main building, most of my face covered in crusted blood. I opened the door to the nurses office attentively.

'Hello, Miley. I've been waiting for you.' Nurse Kay smiled, pulling on a pair of gloves.

'Da da. Dunny.' I said sarcastically, sitting on the unit.

Rightt…. I heard 'Stay' has leaked. Anyone wanna be really nice and give me a link, anything? I wanna hear it!