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

This chapter is dedicated to Nileylovva, even though she's pissed at me right now, and will probably never speak to me again (and I don't blame her), I need to thank her for the time we were (sort of) friends. My life is a total wreck right now, and I couldn't take it anymore and I lied. I hate myself so much right now.

Sorry for delayed update, but, as I said, my life is a complete wreck. Everything is going wrong for me right now….

MILEYS POV

I was sitting next to Nick in a booth, not enough room to fit a magazine in between us. My arm was draped over his leg, my hand placed just above his knee. My other hand was holding a glass of water. Nick had his arm around my back, his hand grabbing my hip slightly.

'I need to get used to this.' I said, putting the glass I was holding back on the table.

'Used to what?' Nick enquired, looking at me.

'Getting dirty looks from everyone. Its weird even though I know I cant blame them for it.' I sighed, biting my lip.

'Guess we cant blame them for it, just look at us. I still think they should cut us a bit of slack, because they were teenagers once aswell.'

'Everyone says the best time of your life is the first twenty years, but I think differently. When you're a little kid, you're vulnerable and believe anything. Then as you get older if you're a girl you start to menstruate and you start to be attracted to people and when you get together with them, your parents are full of objections. You get dirty looks for doing the slightest thing, and if you get pregnant, well, you get kicked out, ignored and yelled at. However, I think the best years of your life are between twenty and twenty five, because you know what its like to be a teen, so you accept things the way they are, and no one really cares when you get pregnant, they're full of praise.'

'Someone getting broody?'

'I dunno.' I shrugged. 'Maybe a bit.'

Our conversation was interrupted by the waiter coming over with our meals. I know you shouldn't judge people you don't know, but I didn't like him. He kept trying to talk to me whenever Nick had went to the bathroom, but his eyes had never been on my face once.

'One chicken salad and a steak….. That was your order, right?'

'Mhmm.' I said, taking the plates from him. Either he just wanted to talk to me more, or he was an incompetent dipshit that really couldn't remember. I'd say both. He went away, and I started picking at the salad.

'You ok?' Nick asked, his head touching mine.

'Yeah. He keeps trying to make a pass on me.'

'While you're obviously on a date? How desperate can you get?'

'I know! Its like Kishu trying to kill Aoyuma-kun to get Ichigo to 'be his'' I laughed. (a/n, points to anyone who can tell me what anime that's from :D)

'Um, yeah?' Nick agreed, even though he clearly had no clue what I was talking about.

'You keep telling yourself that you know what I watch on tv, and maybe one day you actually will.'

'Moving on from this conversation. What do you want for dessert?' he said quickly.

'Don't think I'm having anything, as of yet. Maybe we could just pay and go, and have something later?'

'That would work for me.' he smirked, pressing his lips to mine. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away.

'Don't tire yourself out.' I joked, turning back to my salad.

'Was that an excuse to touch my awesome abs?'

'You and I both know I'm going to be scratching and sucking fuck out of them all night, so why would I need an excuse?'

'Either we need to go right now, or you need to stop that.' he hissed, his leg shaking and hitting off mine under the table.

'Someones eager. I guess we'll go now.' I smirked, waving at a passing waitress. I handed her the money and she started clearing up the dishes.

'Walk in front of me.' he hissed, grabbing my waist and pulling me so my back was right against his chest. We managed to get out into the parking lot and then Nick broke into a run, dragging me with him.

'Whoa! Maybe a little warning.' I gasped, tripping over my feet.

'Sorry. I don't need to be seen in public like this.' he said, dragging me into a small woodland area.

'I didn't mean to get you all flustered and bothered.'

'Its not your fault. Well, it sort of is. But it's the way a guys body works.'

'Cant be helped then.' I giggled, a sure sign that I was turned on. Nick rolled his eyes at me.

'Get over here.' he smirked, pushing me back onto the ground and hovering over me. My hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.

Rated M

He started to lift my back off the ground slightly, unzipping my dress. He slipped it off my shoulders, pulling it down my body. It was discarded on the muddy ground, no longer a white and pink dress.

'You're so fucking hot.' he rasped, tracing his fingers along the lace of my bra.

'Don't do this to me.' I moaned, grabbing his arms. He pulled his hands away, placing them on either side of my neck. I managed to get his jeans down to his ankles, and he kicked off his shoes and then the jeans.

'As much as I love your sexy lingerie, we should remove it.'

'You can remove it if you want, but you're not allowed to use your hands.' I whispered, my lips lingering on his neck.

'My little sex mad whore.' he said, kissing his was over my shoulder blades and down my back. He took the clip of my bra in his mouth, pulling it gently to unclip it.

'Did you actually just call me a whore?'

'You're MY whore. That's a good thing.'

'And I'll believe that why?' I giggled, feeling his mouth trace down my back.

Sorry its so short. I'm hating myself more than ever, ripping myself apart inside, and I cant think straight.

You never realise what you have until you lose it. I lost one of the best friendships I had ever had, so take this warning. Never let anyone lie to you, and never let yourself lie to anyone.