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

MILEYS POV

I woke up way before Nick the next day. I wriggled out of the bed, trying not to wake him. The cold air surrounded me, causing my whole body to shiver. I walked into the bathroom, turning the dial on the shower.

I paced along the path, my feet leading the way to the school. I didn't wanna try and jump into any certain category yet, so I was wearing a kicked in pair of trainers, my knee length denim shorts, a red t-shirt and a denim jacket. I had pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail, and I wasn't wearing any makeup. My bag was slung over my shoulder, the books inside bouncing off my back.

I was walking myself, because Nick had told me to go ahead. He'd come find me the moment he entered the school grounds, so it wasn't a big deal. I pushed my way through the crowds at the gate, prepared to make my way to art, which was my first class.

'Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS. Excuse me.'

I looked up from the ground to see a girl grabbing my arm and dragging me through the doors. She had blonde curly hair, and was quite tall. A curly redhead was just ahead of her.

'I'm Taylor.' the blonde introduced. 'And this is Abigail. Sorry for grabbing you, but we saw you from the window and you looked new and lost.'

'I am.' I said, looking up at them. 'I'm Miley.'

'Right, well, we were new here last year, and we can guarantee we know how you feel. Consider us friends.' Abigail said, climbing onto the desk.

'Where abouts from the south did you come from?' Taylor asked, sitting next to me. 'I can hear your accent. We're Pennsylvanian.'

'I'm from Tennessee. Its kind of a long story how I got here.'

'We wont make you tell us.' Abigail smiled, throwing a chewing gum at me.

'Lets see your schedule.'

I handed my schedule to Taylor, and she glanced over it quickly.

'Me and Abigail are in all your classes. This is Mr Sheridan's art room. We sit on this desk, but theres two spare seats. You can sit on one if you like.' she announced, handing it back to me.

'Thanks. I must admit, I'm pretty surprised at this. I had no friends in my last school, and I've barely been in this one and I've met you two.'

'We'll brief you. Watch out for Selena Russo. Resident slut and bitch. She's in all your classes aswell.' Abigail told me, pointing to a dark haired girl in the school photo.

'We're the odd two. We mess around and get into fights a lot, but we're both straight A students.'

'Wow. I'm kinda like that, but theres no way I'll ever get straight As.' I gasped, sitting down on the chair across from Taylor.

'Ding ding ding. Hottie alert.' Abigail called, pointing out the window. I couldn't be bothered getting up, so I just stayed where I was.

'Hes. Fucking. Coming. This. Way.' Taylor shrieked, hyperventilating. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the windows.

'Off limits, ladies. He's mine.' I smiled, hitting the window pane with my hand.

'You're dating him? Fucking lucky bitch.'

'Abigail, leave off. You can get the next hottie. I'm happy being single.' Taylor said, slapping Abigail across the back of her head. I walked over to the doorway, leaning on the frame. Nick ran up to me, lifting me off the ground.

'I missed you.' he whispered in my ear, kissing it quickly. My arms went around his neck, rubbing it softly.

'Ht hmm.' Taylor coughed, shaking her head.

'Oh, yeah. Nick, this is Taylor, and that's Abigail. Taylor, Nick, Abigail, Nick. Nick, Taylor, Nick, Abigail.' I introduced, freeing myself from Nicks grip.

'Hi.' Taylor said. 'You can sit with us if you want.'

The bell rang and we darted back to the desk, pulling out our notepads and stationary. The class slowly filled and Mr Sheridan walked in.

'This term, we will be concentrating on different types of cartoon art. Each of you take a sheet of paper and invent a cartoon character. It can be any style.' he said, sitting on the edge of the desk.

Taylor being Taylor, she got everyone at the group all the stuff they needed. I picked up a 2b pencil and started sketching. I really had no idea what I was doing. Five minutes in, and all I could describe it as was some sort of cross between Japanese anime and a depressed schoolgirl. Don't ask me how it ended up like that, because I honestly don't know.

'Um, Miley Stewart? The nurse wants to see you.' Mr Sheridan called, reading from an email.

I rolled my eyes. I knew this was going to happen. I handed the sheet of paper into Mr Sheridan and went out into the corridor, following the crappy undetailed map.

'That's fine, Nurse McKee. I'll send Nick down.' I said, leaving the office. I ran back to the art class, walking over to Mr Sheridan. 'Nurse McKee wants to see Nick.'

'Thanks for telling me, Miley. And this?' he said, pointing at my drawing. 'That's good raw talent. A few lessons and you could be on your way to being a professional.'

'Thanks, Sir, but I really dont want to become an artist. I do a few drawings here and there, but thats it.'

'Sit over here.' Abigail said, pulling me through the lunchtime crowds. Nick was still with the nurse, but that's not surprising. She'll be having to go through everything that's happened because of his diabetes, and that could take the rest of the day.

'Right, girly. Spill the details.' Taylor smirked, looking at me. 'How far have you let him get?'

'Tay, we're eating.' I gagged, spitting my mouthful into the bin.

'Just tell! Please.' Abigail pouted, tilting her head on one side like a puppy.

'Fine. I'll tell. But not here. It seems loud, but anyone could be listening.' I sighed, picking up my stuff and leading them out of the dining room. I opened the door to an empty classroom I had stumbled across earlier.

'We're alone now. Tell.' Taylor said, grabbing my arms and making me jump.

'Calm down, bitch.' I laughed, escaping her grip and sitting on the windowsill. 'And you two are perverts, asking about my sex life.'

'Stop trying to divert the conversation.' Abigail smirked, poking my arm.

'I'll tell you if you two stop bugging me.' I said, looking at the floor.

'We promise.' Taylor and Abigail smiled, scout saluting me.

'You wont tell anyone else, will you?'

'We wouldn't dream of it, chicka. You're our friend now. What you tell us, we tell no one.' Taylor said, putting her arm over my shoulder.

'Promise never to call me chicka ever again.'

'Stop diverting the conversation and tell us!' Abigail said impatiently, sitting on the other side of me.

'Ok. Well, we have sex. A lot.' I said, leaning back on the window. Thank god it was closed.

'How much is a lot?'

'Nearly every night.'

'With or without the plastic?'

'Ugh. We never use the plastic.'

'Has he ate you out?'

'That's fucking childs play, Abigail.'

'Just stick to him like glue. Slutface Selena was eyeing him up earlier.' Taylor said, walking over to the door and opening it. Nick stumbled in, slamming the door behind him.

'Holy shit. I just met the bitch and I know she's a fucking whore.' he said, climbing onto the windowsill beside me. 'Would anyone in the school care if I slapped Selena?'

'No.' we all responded instantly. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the crown of my head. We sat in a silent embrace for a few minutes.

'I'm gonna hurl.' I said suddenly, making a dash for the bin. Nick ran after me, dragging my hair into his hands to stop the sick hitting it.

'Are you ok?' Taylor asked, walking over to me. I nodded.

'Its just morning sickness.' I replied, forgetting I hadn't told them yet. Nick wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

'Don't you get morning sickness when you're pregnant?' Abigail asked, standing beside Taylor. I cringed, realising I had gave myself away.

'Um, about that.' I murmured, biting my lip.

'You're pregnant.' Taylor said, making it a lot easier for me.

'Yeah.'

'That's awesome.' both Taylor and Abigail smiled, wrapping their arms around me.

'When are you due?' Abigail asked, ruffling my hair.

'March.'

'We'd better head to class.' Nick whispered in my ear as the bell gave a loud ring.

'Its music.' Taylor sighed. 'In the other building.'

We all navigated our way to the music class, sitting in the empty chairs at the front. The teacher came in, standing in front of the board.

'Class, I am Miss Waters, but feel free to call me Cleo.' she introduced, writing 'Cleo Waters' on the board.

'Good afternoon Cleo.' we chorused, while she stood contentedly at the front.

'Well, we're going to be performing some songs for the concert. They're all suited for a female vocalist. We have a small class here. Theres only ten of you, so that should be fairly easy. Brodan and Corey, you'll do drum kit?'

Two boys stood up, walking up to the kits at the back.

'Guitarists?'

Nick stood up, along with a girl whose name was Cherry-Eve.

'So, the other five will do keyboard? And Selena, you'll sing?' Cleo said, sitting on her chair.

'I'd like to try singing aswell.' I said suddenly, standing up.

'We can do that. Taylor, Abigail, Sasha and Tessa, keyboards. We need you all to learn the songs 'Love Story' 'Manic Monday' 'C'est La Vie' and 'Back To The 80's' They're all in the books in the yellow drawer.' Cleo instructed, pulling me and Selena into the room next door.

'I'm Miley.' I introduced myself, sitting where Cleo pointed.

'You have a sweet voice.' she smiled, patting my shoulder.

'So, Cleo, how are we gonna work this with two of us? Are we gonna like, take two songs each.' Selena asked, her mouth obviously full of gum.

'That's exactly what we're going to do. Selena, you're going to do Manic Monday and C'est La Vie do you think you could go to Mr Mutch's room and practice.'

She stood up and left, closing the door behind her.

'Her voice isn't perfect, but she's the best we've got.' Cleo said, handing me a lyric book. She sat at the keyboard, setting the tempo and stuff.

'Will I try Love Story?' I asked nervously, standing up.

'Yeah. If you don't mind. I'm not familiar with your voice, so we'll see if those songs suit your voice.' Cleo confirmed, starting to play it on the keyboard.

'We were both young, when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashbacks start, I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns. See you make your way through the crowd and say hello. Little did I know, that you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles and my daddy said stay away from Juliet. And I was cryin' on the staircase beggin you, please don't go!' I sang, stopping just before the chorus.

'Why did you stop?' Cleo asked, tilting her head.

'I wanted to know if you thought my voice was ok.' I said, looking down at the floor.

'Miley, your voice is perfect. Stop doubting yourself. Hasn't anyone ever told you how good your voice is?'

'Well, Nick, but I wasn't sure if he was saying that truthfully or if it was just because he loves me.' I mumbled.

'He was being honest. Do you want to try that again?'

'Nick.' I said quietly, looking over at him.

'What is it? Whatever it is, you seem really distressed about it.' he replied, pulling me onto his lap and burying his head in my hair.

'I'm going to tell you something, but I don't want you to get mad at me.' I mumbled, pulling on the edge of his t-shirt.

'Miles, I'll never get mad at you, no matter what you tell me.' he said, wrapping his arms around my waist tighter.

'Well. I've been thinking and, I think I should drop out of school.'

'Why?'

'Not right now. Like, after Christmas. When I get the time off to have the baby I might just stay off.' I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

'You don't need to do that. I was thinking about that, and I saw an ad for a childminder. They work from a house five doors down from the school. Its $50 a year and I checked the web. They're totally legit, and they have some really good reviews.'

'I don't deserve you.'

'If anything, I don't deserve YOU. You're so nice and caring, and you're beautiful. I was just one guy that had a huge crush on you. This isn't some stupid school romance, we're in this together, forever.'

'You've been planning everything and I've not been doing anything. I just feel so useless.' I murmured, my head resting on Nick's chest.

'Don't ever say that about yourself. You're not useless.'

'I feel useless, and nothing you can ever tell me will change that. I'm going to bed.' I said dully, crawling under the duvet.