a/n: Reason why this story is rated M; There will be implied scenes throughout the story. References towards alcohol, drugs, etc. Profanity will be used in the story, but very minimal. Enjoy (:

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Twenty One

Chapter Two

Sharing a Bed Together

"I'm burning up right now." Miley whined as she swiped the back of her hand over her forehead. "Dumb park why do you have to be so far."

Nick chuckled, "We can go buy some water when we reach and the store and stay in there, soaking up the air conditioning."

"Hurry, I might sweat to death." Miley joked as she grabbed Nick's hand and they started to jog toward the store. They both felt that unfamiliar tingle run through their fingertips.

"We must look like idiots to those people passing by us in cars." Nick said as he watched a woman drive by, eyeing them weirdly. "She's been watching us like hawks. I'm scared." He laughed.

Miley laughed along with him, "Must be a teacher. She has that weird glare… you know like the one Ms. Clark always gives us when we do something wrong."

"She only gives you that look, Mi…" Nick said.

"Oh pish posh. Me. We. Same thing." Miley waved her hand at Nick.

Nick shook his head. Miley could be so weird sometimes, but it's the little funny things she did that made him fall even more in love with her. They walked through the automatic sliding doors, both sighing in content; letting the cold hair fan their faces as they walked down the aisle.

"I feel better." Miley smiled as she passed the candy aisle.

"Same here." Nick agreed as he grabbed two bottles of water from the mini soda fridge. "Do you want water or soda? Wait; forget I even asked you that…" He shut the door, handing a bottle to Miley.

"What's wrong with me drinking soda?" Miley asked while they stood in line.

"Did you forget the last time? You nearly tore off a little kid's head at your cousin's birthday party. People were scared, me for example." Nick nodded his head with a serious expression on his face.

Miley laughed, "That was one hell of a day. And that kid had it coming to him. He took my cookie and I had wanted that cookie for a long time. No one messes with me and my cookies." Miley glared at nothing.

"And this is why you shouldn't get soda." Nick stepped forward as the line got shorter and they were inching closer to the cashier. "Soda only makes you crazier." Miley shot him a look, "Not saying that you're crazy to begin with…" He added.

"Mm, nice save." They reached the front of the line.

"2.13." The girl said while she smacked her chewing gum.

"I'll pay." Miley said and took out a five dollar bill.

"No, it's okay. I will." Nick stopped her and took out his own five.

"Nick, just let me pay for the water." Miley argued as she tried to hand the girl the money. The girl was about to grab it out of Miley's hand, but Nick snatched it back before she could, handing him her five.

"Have a nice day." The girl handed them the bottled water and rolled her eyes, thinking it was stupid for them to argue about paying over water. Teens were getting weirder and weirder each day.

"Why couldn't you just let me pay?" Miley asked as they walked out of the store, immediately opening up her bottle, taking a long sip.

"Because it was my idea to get water in the first place." Nick said, wanting to mentally knock himself on the forehead for coming up with such a lame excuse. Miley shrugged, not wanting to push this argument any farther.

They crossed the street and walked into the park entrance. "I am so glad that the swings are in the shade." Miley said when they walked over to the swings. She sat down, but quickly stood back up.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked, standing in front of his own swing.

"The seat is hot." Miley looked behind her and saw the pinkness forming on the back of her thighs. "And I chose to wear shorts… smart, Miley. Very smart." Miley mumbled to herself.

"Here, I have an idea." Nick said, tossing his water bottle over to her.

Miley caught it, but it slipped, making it fall to the ground with a thud. She laughed and picked it up and looked over at Nick. 'Oh my god. What is he doing?' She asked herself when she saw Nick peeling his white t shirt over his head, revealing a white tank top underneath. Nick placed his shirt onto Miley's swing seat.

"Okay, now you can sit." Nick said, grabbing his bottle out of her hands before taking a seat on his own swing.

Miley just stood there, taking in the sight of his muscular arms. He had grown so much over the past year and she, of course noticed. He had been hanging out with his friends more, getting more active in sports. She tripped over her own feet as she walked over to the swing set. "Thanks." Miley mumbled, her cheeks flushed, both from the boiling sun and the nervousness she felt in the pit of her stomach. 'Why did she feel this way?' She asked herself. She pushed her legs forward and backwards, making herself swing. She closed her eyes, letting the warm air hit her face.

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).

Nick smiled to himself as the lyrics to Miley's favorite song ran through his brain. He looked over at her and watched as she swung higher and higher, a content smile playing on her face. He just sat there, wondering if he would ever be able to call her 'his' girl one day. Maybe one day, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. He knew Miley didn't feel that way toward him. He heard her feet skid against the asphalt, making her come to a complete halt.

"Can you push me, Nick?" Miley asked softly. Nick got up from his seat and went to stand behind Miley, pushing her back gently. "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…" Miley started to sing, making the both of them smile.

- T W E N T Y O N E -

It had gotten too hot to be out at the park so they decided to just go back to Miley's house and stay in the air conditioned home for a while. Nick and Miley were now both seated at the end of Miley's queen size bed; an ipod in Nick's left hand and a softball in Miley's right. She was currently throwing it up in the air and catching it every once in awhile.

Miley threw the ball in the air carelessly and closed her eyes, feeling the impact of the ball hitting her head a few seconds later. Her eyes shot open, a hand automatically reaching up to touch her head. "Ow." She rubbed her head softly and looked around for the softball.

Nick chuckled, grabbing the ball from where it had rolled under her bed, his hand grabbing something else. He pulled it out, making sure Miley wasn't looking. In his hands was her diary, how he knew that? The words 'Miley's diary' were written on the top of it in her cursive penmanship. He stared at it and noticed that it was unlocked. He flipped it open to the first page, suddenly feeling a flood of guilt wash over him for invading her privacy. He shut the book and slid it underneath the bed, grabbing the ball.

"Oh, you found it." Miley said, grabbing the ball out of his hands. She then threw it across her room. "It's evil." She told him when she saw him give her a confused look. "Oh, never mind. I'm not even going to bother to explain myself." She told him.

Nick opened his mouth to say something, but got interrupted by his ring tone blaring up in his pants pocket. He took it out and placed it to his ear. "Hey, what's up?" He said casually.

"Nick, its Selena. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to this party tonight…"

"No thanks." Nick told her before she could say anything else.

"Come on. It's one party. Do you never go out or something? I always see Cody and Jake here and then you never ever show up. Live a little why won't you?" Selena said.

"I already have other plans that I don't intend on breaking, but thanks for the invite, maybe next time." Nick told her.

Selena grunts, "Like there will be a first time." She hung up the phone.

Miley looked over at Nick, disappointed that he had already made plans and she was stuck at home with nothing to do on a Friday night. Jackson was out and her dad would be downstairs watching T.V. all night. She was going to be one bored 15 year old.

"So, what are your plans?" Miley asked.

"Hanging out with my best friend, what else would I be doing?" Nick asked matter-of-factly.

"Ohh. Who was on the phone?" Miley asked.

"Selena. She invited me to another party, but I declined." Nick smiled.

Miley frowned, "You could've said yes and brought me along." She sat down on her bed.

Nick soon sat down next to her, "If I remember correctly, earlier today we made a promise. At that promise takes place when we're 21." He stares at her.

"What?"

"You sure don't look 21 to me." Nick said, making Miley roll her eyes.

"Whatever." Miley sighed and laid back. "You always get invited. You should be happy. I never get an invite."

"I don't really care if I get invited or not. I'm always going to say to them." Nick said as he lay down too. "I don't see the big deal in going to one of these parties, Mi. I think you just want a taste of the high school scene."

"We're IN high school, Nick. Of course I want to see how it's like." Miley retorted. "Is it my fault that my curiosity always gets the best of me? Maybe, I just want to have a little fun. I mean we aren't going to be teenagers forever. Our time is ticking down by the second."

"I know that, but do you really think that getting drunk or high to the extent where you can't remember a single thing from the night before is fun?" Nick asked incredulously. "I think you were out in the sun too long."

Miley rolled her eyes in response, "You make it sound like I'm mental or something when I'm not. I just want to see how it's like. A little experimenting can't be that bad, can it?" She asked innocently and looked over at Nick, whose attention was up at her ceiling.

"You may think that it's not that bad, but one little drink could lead to another and then another and soon you become an alcoholic or a heroine addict. Do you want that to happen to you?" Nick asked, still not turning to look at her.

"Everything's negative through your eyes!" Miley muttered annoyed.

"Negative?" Nick asked, turning to look at her. "Everything I say is negative?"

"I just said that didn't I?" Miley mocked.

"Everything I say is REALITY. You don't even get the picture right now, do you? All you want to do is go out and party and what not. Well, too bad because I'm not letting you." He told her, turning back to look up at the ceiling.

"Get off of my bed." Miley said as she stared to push Nick's arm, making no progress in pushing him off of the bed. "Get off." She said, punching him in the shoulder hard. "You're a big meany jerk face."

"Well, you're being a big baby." Nick shot back at her.

"Ugh." Miley crossed her arms over her chest and turned over, not looking at him. She focused her attention on the closet door, admiring its craftsmanship at the moment.

They both knew that the two of them were acting beyond immature, but both were too stubborn to admit fault for anything. They just laid there in silence, listening to the ticks of Miley's pooh bear clock. Time seemed to speed on and soon, they were both dead asleep.

Subconsciously, Miley could feel herself turn over and snuggle into Nick's chest, digging her nose deeper into his cotton white t shirt as she wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her body against his before tangling their legs together. Thinking it was a dream, Nick held Miley's body closer to his, making sure there was no space in between them as their breathing evened and they fell into a soundly sleep, forgetting about their childish argument, a small smile forming on both teen's lips.

- T W E N T Y O N E –

The soft chirpings of birds filled the room; a stream of light casting upon the two bodies. Miley yawned and opened her eyes groggily. She tried to get up, but felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She looked over and saw that it was Nick, still soundly asleep. 'Am I dreaming?' Miley asked herself. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw that Nick was still there. She pinched herself and yelped out a little in pain. "I'm not dreaming…" She whispered. "He probably doesn't know he wrapped his arms around me." She thought sadly before untangling Nick's arms from her waist. She got up with a sigh and dragged her feet towards the bathroom.

Nick awoke from the sound of water running. He opened his eyes, getting blinded a little from the sun shining into the room. He looked around. "This isn't my room." He thought aloud, then sat up quickly. "I fell asleep in Miley's room?!" He whispered loudly and looked at the tousled sheets next to him, then to the bathroom door where the sound of water was coming from. 'This was nothing to freak out about.' He told himself. He was just sleeping… on Miley's bed… possibly with Miley.

"Oh, you're up." Miley blushed as she walked out of the bathroom, her hair tied into a messy bun. "Did I wake you?" She asked.

"Uhm, no. I just woke up." Nick said, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I didn't know I slept over." He told her truthfully.

"I didn't know either." Miley said sheepishly. "We must've just fallen asleep after our little argument."

Nick just nodded, still not believing what had happened. Sure, he had slept over at Miley's house many times before, but he was always across the hall in the guest room. He and Miley were rarely in her room to begin with. They were always down in the backyard or in the living room doing whatever. "I should probably call my dad before he pops his lid." Nick chuckled nervously as he shuffled to his feet.

"O-okay." Miley stuttered and quickly tried to cover it up. "I'm just going to see if my dad's making breakfast or something." She rushed out of her room quickly and down the stairs.

Forgetting about his phone call to his dad. He exited Miley's room the same way she had and walked down the stairs. "Mi—"

"Nick?" Billy Ray asked. "Why are you coming downstairs? How in sweet carnation did you get into the house?"

Miley's eyes went wide as she dropped the piece of bacon that she had in her hand onto the plate. "Uhh. I can explain." Nick said nervously.

"He, uh, I saw him already coming over, so I just made him climb through my window." Miley stuttered, hoping her father would believe it.

"Oh okay... wait, why are you wearing the same outfit you were yesterday? The both of you." Billy Ray said as he eyed the two teens. "Do you both know something I don't?"

"Nope!" The two of them piped in at the same time. "Nothing at all." They said at the same time again.

"Hmm, okay…" Billy Ray said, letting it go. "Why sit down son and have some breakfast." He offered a big plate to Nick.

Nick thanked him and took the plate, sliding into the seat next to Miley. He looked over at her and watched as she ate her breakfast slowly, her eyes concentrated on her plate. He two pancakes and placed them on his plate, ready to feed his hungry stomach.

Miley shuffled her eggs around her plate, her fork making soft scratching noises. "Why aren't you eating, bud?" Billy Ray asked.

"I'm not hungry anymore, can I be excused?" Miley asked.

"Yeah, of course." Billy Ray answered as he sipped his coffee.

Nick's eyes followed Miley as she left the kitchen, leaving to go up to her room. "Thanks for breakfast, Mr. Stewart." Nick said kindly.

"It was my pleasure." Billy Ray smiled. "Now, you probably want to go upstairs after Miley, so you're excused." He chuckled as Nick got up, setting his plate into the sink.

Nick tracked up the stairs slowly, wondering about what was on Miley's mind. He knocked softly on her door before walking in. Miley was laying face down, her head in her pillows. "You okay?" Nick asked as he walked toward the bed.

"Yeah, just still kind of tired." Miley mumbled into the pillow.

"Oh okay…" Nick said, not sure if he should sit down on the end of her bed or not. He stood there debating with himself for a minute before sitting down. "About last night…"

"What about it?" Miley asked, her heart rate speeding up a bit.

"The argument we had was kind of childish don't you think?" Nick asked, avoiding the topic of them being asleep together in bed.

Miley's stomach dropped a little, "Yeah, I agree." She flipped over and looked at him. "I was being a big baby." She sighed.

"And I was being a big meany jerk face and I'm sorry." Nick apologized.

Miley giggled getting a confused look from Nick, "It's just funny what I called you." Miley giggled again, soon getting into a fit of laughs.

"You're so weird." Nick chuckled, glad that they had got over that awkward spot and were now back to being their normal selves.

"I may be weird, but you are weird as well." Miley said in a sing-song voice, still giggling.

"Why are you laughing?" Nick chuckled again.

"I don't know, everything's funny to me at the moment." Miley smiled.

God, Nick loved that smile. It made him want to smile too, not one of those lip smiles he always gave to everyone, but an actual showing your teeth smile. Her smiles were just contagious.

"Hey Nick?" Miley said.

"Yeah?" Nick looked at her.

"About that promise…" Miley started.

'Man, she must've loved talking about this subject.' Nick thought to himself. "Yeah, what about it?" He asked.

"Will you actually keep it?" Miley asked softly.

"We'll see what the future brings." Nick told her with a shrug. "But don't worry it's definitely a maybe."

"Yes, and maybes can turn into no's." Miley told him.

"Wow, now who's being the realistic one here?" Nick chuckled, getting an arm whack from Miley. "Geez, violent woman." He moved away from her.

"I just want to know, Nick." Miley said in a serious tone.

"When I make a promise, I usually come through with it, Mi. You have nothing to worry about you strange strange girl." He smiled at her.

Miley stuck her tongue out at him, not caring if he was calling her names. It made her feel happy inside even if he was joking around with her. She wanted to so much, just to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, but he would probably get freaked out. She held in a sigh and smiled.

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