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

There are 2 flashbacks in this chapter, and they, along with all future flashbacks in the story, will be in third person POV.

MILEYS POV

'Well, you've been here every Monday and Friday since the beginning of term.' Nurse Kay explained, holding a wet cloth up to my nose.

'She has a point, you know.' Nick shrugged, sitting next to me and wrapping his arm around my waist.

'Don't do dide dith der.' I interjected angrily, slapping the side of Nick's face with the cloth, leaving a smudge of blood.

'Just keep her relaxed. Tell her she's the kraken if that's what she wants to hear. The more she relaxes, the quicker the blood will stop.' Nurse Kay laughed. 'I need to fill out the accident report. Baseball or hockey?'

'Dasedall.'

Nick took the cloth from me and dabbed around my face gently. He took it away from my face and held it in the air in front of my face.

'Blow.' he said, looking at me. I sighed and snorted, splattering the cloth and Nick's hands with blood.

'Cool. I can talk now.' I said, binning the cloth. I know better than anyone that blood stains never come out, especially from white.

'It's going to keep bleeding. Put your head forward and let the blood drip into the sink. Then it wont clot.' Nurse Kay explained, ripping the report from the book. 'Nick, help me and open the top drawer.'

'Wait, wont Miley's file be in one of the bottom drawers, as in Stewart, Miley?' Nick asked, clearly confused.

'Hmm, it should be, but Mileys drawer is the top one. Its easiest for me to reach.'

'You have your own drawer?' Nick gasped, looking at me.

'I'm prone to injuries.' I said, folding my arms.

'She's had everything except a heart attack, haemorrhage and pregnancy. Every other medical thing in the book, she's had.' Nurse Kay smirked, opening the drawer and putting the report in.

'We'd better go. We need to get changed then head to music. We're already late.' Nick said, jumping off of the unit.

'Thanks again.' I said, following Nick out of the door.

'Miley! Don't forget our Friday appointment.' Nurse Kay laughed.

'Give me my bag.' I said, rolling my PE kit into a ball. Nick threw my bag at me and I stuffed the clothes in.

'There.' Nick said, pulling his jumper on.

'Right, lets go. We're only ten minutes late.' I said, getting ready to walk out of the changing room.

'Mi.' Nick said bluntly. I turned around and he was holding my t-shirt in mid air.

'I do not do well under pressure.' I hissed, grabbing it from him and pulling it on.

'I know you don't. I've known you for six years. You don't do well under pressure, or when you're angry. You cant shut your mouth when you need to.' Nick smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.

'We hated each other when we met. Remember?' I said, kissing the side of Nick's face gently.

'If I remember correctly, I was a 'big idiot jerk.' that's what it was, wasn't it?' he smiled.

'And I was an 'extremely stupid thrill seeker.'' I laughed, pulling his hands from my waist.

Flashback. (3rd Person pov)

Miley was messing about on her skateboard, in the middle of the crescent. She got bored, picked it up and started climbing up the grassy verge.

'You're going to fall.' Nick taunted, leaning over the top of the verge, lying on his stomach.

'Am not.' Miley insisted, throwing the skateboard up. It landed about an inch from where Nick was.

'I don't even know you and you're trying to kill me.' he joked. Miley grabbed a bunch of grass sticking out from the edge.

'Whoa!' she gasped, scrambling for a foothold as the grass started to break. Nick grabbed her at the top of her arms, hauling her up.

'You moved in yesterday didn't you?' he asked, standing up and giving Miley her skateboard.

'Yeah. I'm Miley.' she said, dusting the mud from her legs.

'I'm Nick. I'm ten.'

'So am I.'

'So, why did you come up the verge. Seems stupid.' Nick commented.

'Dummy. I'm going to skateboard down it.' she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Miley placed her skateboard at the top of the verge, the nose leaning over. She took up a stance on top of the board, then kicked off. To the amazement of both her and Nick, she managed to stay on until the bottom, when she boardslid and stopped.

'You're an extremely stupid thrill seeker. You know that? You could've died.' Nick yelled, hanging his legs over the edge.

'You're a big idiot jerk. At least I do some stuff with my life.' she yelled back, running inside.

End of flashback.

'Hey, you two are late.' Miss Donnelley said, but she wasn't really mad.

'We were in PE last.' I sighed, taking a guitar from the wall bracket.

'That'd explain the squashed nose.'

'Yeah.'

'Are you two still doing My Heart Will Go On?' Miss Donnelley asked, plugging a keyboard in.

'No. We want to try a Cyndi Lauper song, one that Miley can apply vocals to.' Nick said, flicking through a music book. I died slightly. I can sing, well, according to Nick I can, but I hate doing it in public.

'Can we try Time After Time?' I asked nervously, strumming the guitar. Nick nodded, agreeing.

'Yeah. I have the music here.' Miss Donnelley said, handing Nick a manuscript and me a chord sheet.

'Lying in my bed, hear the clock tickin', think of you.' I sang, feeling myself blush. I was probably tone deaf, Nick just said everything in my favour.

'You're awesome at singing. Don't stop.' Nick said, squeezing my hand.

'I cant sing.' I mumbled, sitting down and hiding my face in a book.

'You can, Miley. He's not just telling you that.' Miss Donnelley said, sitting next to me.

'Im nervous. I love Cyndi but I hate singing in public.' I admitted, resting my head on the side of the guitar.

'Is there a song that you'd be more relaxed singing. I only suggested Time After Time because I know its one of your favourites.' Nick asked, rubbing my back and kissing the side of my head.

'We could do Picture To Burn. I guess.' I suggested, flicking through the music book quickly.

'That's a good one. Taylor Swift, right?' Miss Donnelley said, tapping my shoulder.

'You picked that for our two year anniversary, didn't you?' Nick whispered, winding a coil of my hair around his finger.

'Two years tomorrow.' I smiled, standing up and putting the music book on the stand.

'Marlow. Come here.' I called, catching the tiny black dog in the corner of my eye. I jumped off Bella, and ran over to him.

He was a shorthaired crossbreed, probably a Chihuahua and something else because he was only about 30cm high at the tips of his ears.

'Miley, careful! There was a fox over there a few nights ago.'

I looked around to see Mark yelling at me from further back on the path. Shit. A fox attack? Was that why Marlow had disappeared last time. I ran over to the bush and pulled him out. His fur was sticky with blood and he was dragging his back leg.

'fine. Don't listen to me then.' Mark hissed, running back toward the stables. Thank god he was gone.

I lifted the shaking dog into my arms and he licked my hand weakly. I ran back over to Bella and climbed on, balancing Marlow in between my legs. I went back to the stables in the fastest gait I could, not wanting Marlow to fall.

'Hey! Claire.' I yelled, seeing Miss Pirrie's daughter in the yard. 'Can you untack her for me please?'

'Yeah. No bother.' she replied, coming over and undoing the buckle on the girth. I thanked her and ran over to the fence that separated the stable yard from by backyard.

I ran through out of my garden and into the street, Marlow wrapped in my jumper. I got to Nicks and opened the door with my free hand. I ran past Denise and upstairs to Nicks room.

'Nick!' I yelled, bursting through his bedroom door. 'Can I keep Marlow here. A fox got him and I don't think he'll last much longer outside. I had to bring him here because my mum wont let me bring him in because Noie's allergic-'

'Mi, breathe.' Nick said, putting his hand over my mouth. 'Yeah, I'll watch him.'

'Thank you so much.' I exclaimed, laying Marlow on the bed and jumping into Nicks arms.

'See tomorrow, I'm bringing you a huge cake.' Nick smiled, putting me back on the floor. 'How much do you actually weigh?'

'I don't know. And I don't care.' I sighed, falling back on Nick's bed.

'Come on. I couldn't feel anything when you jumped at me.'

I sighed and followed Nick into the bathroom. He pulled the scales out and I stepped on them, my eyes closed.

'Mi, that's not normal.' Nick sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. 'A normal weight for a girl your age is about seven stone. You're less than half of that.'

I quickly looked at the screen. 3.1 stone.

'Nick. Make sure you bring a cake to mine tomorrow for our anniversary dinner.' I whimpered, shaking slightly.

'I will. Don't worry.'