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

MILEYS POV

'Uggh, its my dad.' I sighed, pulling the flashing phone from my pocket.

'Are you two coming back for dinner?'

I covered my phone with my hand and turned to Nick.

'Are we going back to my dads for dinner?' I hissed.

'I was gonna take you to a restaurant-' he began, his face falling. I took my hand away from my phone and started speaking into the receiver.

'Well, actually, dad, we were going to go to a restaurant, so we'll be back to get changed and stuff, but we're not staying.'

'Yeah, that's ok. Louise just needed numbers to order Chinese.' dad sighed, obviously not caring if we were going back or not.

His attitude was doing my head in. He was always like 'I never told my daughter I got re-married and now my new wife's pregnant. I wanted my eldest daughter to move in with us to help raise the baby. But that plan went to ashes when I discovered my daughter was sexually active and was such a little slut she didn't use protection and she might be pregnant.'

I closed my phone, not waiting on his answer.

'So.' I smirked, turning to Nick. 'Dress down, classy or sexy and out there?'

'I'll give you a hint. it's a cabaret restaurant. So, that rules out dress down.' he smiled, packing everything back into the backpack.

'And I didn't bring anything classy. Looks like I might be mistaken for a dancer.' I laughed, standing up and dusting my legs.

'I don't mind. As long as you leave with me.'

'Its funny how that messes up your mind.' I remarked, grabbing Nicks hand and pulling him up from the ground.

'How what messes up your mind?' he asked, lifting the backpack onto his back and grabbing my hand.

'Sex. Its like, you can go for absolute years without it, then you do it once, and you crave it. You keep imagining your boyfriend or girlfriend in ways you don't want to, but you cant block it out.' I said, confusing myself.

'I get what you mean. But don't go into it any deeper. You'll just hurt your brain.'

'You are one cheeky bastard. Why am I dating you?' I asked, tripping over a bit of loose seaweed and grabbing onto Nick for support.

'I can give you five reasons.' he smirked, 'One, you love me. Two, I'm awesome. Three, I take in your sick dog. Four, we see each other like every day so not dating would be awkward. Finally, number five - we're made for each other. If we didn't date my life would shatter.'

'Those are good reasons. But number two is pretty narcissistic.'

'Well, I am awesome. Do you want me to carry you?' he asked, grabbing me to stop me from slipping for the third time.

'Um, that could me an idea.' I agreed. I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. He placed one of his hands halfway down my back, the other on my butt.

'You perv.' I muttered, pushing my head into the crook of his neck.

'Its this or you fall.' he said, somehow managing to climb over the fence into my dads yard.

'I'll take this.' I smiled, 'What the fuck is that?'

'Um… looks like your dad bought a dog.' Nick said unsurely.

'Looks like a bribe to make me stay here.' I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Why does my dad have to make such a big deal of everything.

'Is she ok?' dad asked, running over to us.

'Yeah, she's fine. She just got tired and kept falling over everything.' Nick explained, setting me down on the ground.

'How'd you like her? Her name's Athena.'

'Dad. The dog doesn't amuse me. I have Marlow. And I'm working on mum. Because Marlow is a shorthaired Chihuahua, its possible he wont set off Noie's allergies.' I said bluntly, crossing my arms.

'Changing the subject, what the hell are you wearing?' my dad said sharply. I signalled for Nick to go inside, and he did.

'Um….. I'm wearing clothes.'

'Not funny, Miley. I'm highly respected and well known in this town.' my dad growled, taking a step closer to me.

'And, um, the point?' I asked, shrugging.

'The point is that I cant have my daughter going about looking like a slut and a tramp.' he shouted, grabbing my arms.

'Have you been outside recently? Its sunny, its SUMMER! Most girls, a lot of them younger than me, are wearing short shorts and strapless t-shirts.' I retorted, a stray tear rolling down my cheek.

'But are all of them knocked up? I don't think so.'

'No one said that was for definite. I might be, I might not be.' I said, breathing deeply.

'This is taking up too much fucking time. Its half two. Get yourself to the clinic and find out.' he growled, pushing me away. I stumbled and fell over the dog.

'For fucks sake.' I mumbled, standing up, yanking the dog with me. 'I'll take her and find her a good home.'

I walked across the grass, climbing over the fence. I followed round the bank of the lake, until I reached the main street. I went into the police station, and handed the dog over to the officer.

'This is Athena. My dad bought her for me, but I'm moving back to Tennessee in a month, so I wont be here. I don't want to leave her with my dad, not when she's a husky and his partner's going to have a baby soon.' I explained, signing the paper.

'If there were more people like you in the world, we would all get along so well.' the officer sighed, clipping a white plastic collar around Athena's neck.

'Thank you.' I smiled, pressing a $50 bill into the donations box and walking out. I found my way to the clinic, and went in. My heart was beating fast as I walked over to the reception.

'Test or abortion?' the girl asked, her eyes firmly on her magazine. The people here were so rude. I couldn't wait to get back home.

'Test.' I said, taking the form she was handing me. I walked over to the waiting area. The only sound was the clock ticking. It made me nervous and uneasy. I filled in the form, not really taking in any of my surroundings.

'Miley Stewart?' the nurse called uneasily, looking round the door.

I stood up and walked over to her. She took the form from me and led me into a room.

'I'm Katy. You're here for a test, right?' the doctor said, closing the door after the nurse had left.

'Yeah. I'm Miley.' I said quietly, sitting on the chair I was being directed to.

'Right, I have a few questions. What age are you, Miley?'

'I'm sixteen.' I mumbled.

'If it turns out you are pregnant, do you know who the father is?'

'If I am pregnant, the father will be my boyfriend, Nick.'

'If you are pregnant, do you have any plans of what to do?'

'Um, well, I'm not going to lie, it'd be a huge relief if I'm not. If I am, I would keep it. I wouldn't kill it, or give it away.' I admitted, playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

'Ok, so, we have the ability to test you with a urine test, or a blood test.' Katy explained.

'What one gets the results quicker?' I asked. I needed to know as soon as I could.

'Blood. We can get the results by tomorrow.'

'Blood then.' I muttered, holding out my arm. Katy pressed a needle into my skin, causing me to grimace. She pulled it out, my blood shining inside it. She quickly pasted a bandage on my arm, then took my hand and pulled me up.

'Come down tomorrow, about three. We'll give you your results then.'

'Thanks. I'd better be going then.' I smiled, walking out and closing the door softly behind me.

I was back at my dads, lying on the bed with Nick. He had his arm around my waist, and I was resting my head on his chest. Neither of us were talking, and neither of us had since I came back an hour ago. It was weird though, because our relationship seems to mean more when we do this.

I sighed deeply, and Nick moved so his chin was resting on my head. He wrapped my hair around his hand and rubbed my leg with his other hand. I knew from them on that we weren't going out tonight. I was too worried about the results and Nick was getting the vibe from me, and trying to relax me.

'I love you.' I mumbled, breaking the silence.

'I love you aswell.'

'My dad and Louise have ate. Do you want me to make something or will we just order in?' I asked, unwinding myself from Nick and sitting up.

'We should order in.'

'You trying to tell me I'm a bad cook?'

'Um…. No… yes… no.'

'Its ok. I know I'm bad at cooking.' I said, giggling. 'Don't panic. We'll go downstairs and get the menu and phone.'

I pulled Nick up from the bed and we went downstairs. My dad and Louise were sitting at the table in the corner playing some sort of card game. I don't know what one, they're all the same to me.

'Hi, sweetie. Do you want to play?' Louise asked, looking over at me.

'Nah. We're going to order in something. The mood for going out kind of died.' I explained, picking the menu up from the table and sitting next to Nick on the couch.

'We should get the burgers.' Nick said, his eyes blurring as he scanned the menu.

'Aww. I want the pepperoni pizza.' I pouted.

'We'll get both, and then the coke?'

'And the cake. Chocolate or strawberry?'

'Strawberry. We can do that, gimme the phone.' Nick said, grabbing the phone from my hand and dialling the number.

I went upstairs and found a blanket in the airing cupboard. I wrapped it around my shoulders, and turned around to find myself face to face with my dad.'

'What the?' I gasped, jumping back into the cupboard.

'I want to talk to you. Come into my room' he said, opening the door.