a/n: Enjooooy my loves! (:
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Twenty One
Chapter Six
Body Control
Miley felt Nick's warm lips press against her clammy forehead, quickly making her feel at ease. She sighed contently and relaxed even more in his arms.
"We should get dressed." Nick murmured quietly into Miley's ear, but neither of them made an attempt to move from the spot they were seated at. Nick opened his eyes slowly and looked down at Miley in his arms. "Mi?"
"Yes?" Miley responded softly.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked concerned.
"I'm fine… I just can't feel my legs right now." Miley blushed fiercely, not looking up at Nick. Nick chuckled lightly at how flushed Miley looked.
"Put your arms around my neck." Nick instructed and Miley obeyed. He stood up, scooping Miley up in his arms and they exited the bathroom. He set her down on the bed and looked around for their clothing; he picked up the scattered articles and handed Miley's to her.
"Thank you." Miley said quietly and blushed again. She uncovered herself from the blanket when she saw Nick turn away from her. She quickly pulled her panties up her sore legs and refastened her bra on before pulling her dress back onto her body, the fabric hugging onto her lovingly.
"Ready?" Nick asked.
Miley nodded, but forgot that he was still turned around. "Yeah." She said hoarsely and quickly cleared her throat. "I mean ready." She said again.
Nick turned around and walked over to where Miley was. "I should probably help hide the evidence that we were ever in here…" He walked around the room, pushing the empty bottles together before helping Miley stand up, so he could remake the bed.
Miley wrapped her arm around Nick's waist for support as they tiptoed quietly out of her dad's room and into her bedroom. "Uhm, just hide those in my closet. I don't think my dad looks in there." She said softly, closing her eyes as she rubbed her temples tiredly.
"Are you sure you're okay, Mi?" Nick asked worriedly. He helped her over to the bed and sat her down. "Do you need Tylenol or something? I can get it for you." He told her softly as he ran his hand through her hair.
Miley shook her head a little and opened her eyes. "I'll be fine." She replied barely audible. She knew that Nick wasn't going to buy that she was okay with how she was replying. "Really." She answered a little more confidently.
"No you aren't, Miley. You look anything but fine." Nick sighed and walked into her closet, discarding all the empty bottles behind piles of Miley's old clothing. He walked back into her room and saw her sprawled out across her bed; he quickly walked over to her, making sure if she was okay or not. "Miley?!"
Miley opened her eyes tiredly, "okay. Maybe I need some Tylenol… There's some in my bathroom cabinet." She hated feeling all needy, especially around Nick.
Nick nodded, immediately walking into her bathroom. He opened up the cabinet and went through each bottle until he saw the Tylenol one. He shook the bottle and nothing came out; he looked in the bottle and saw that it was empty. He picked up a bottle of Advil and shook it as well. It was also empty.
"She cleaned everything out…" He continued to go through all the bottles until he saw some painkillers in the back. He took two out and filled up a cup of water and retreated back into Miley's room. He walked over to her bedside and set the glass of water down.
"Mi." He shook her a little; he heard a groan escape her mouth and he helped her sit up a little.
"I'm tired." Miley mumbled onto his arm, her eyes still closed.
"I know you are, but you need to take these." He placed the two painkillers in her fragile hand and grabbed the glass of water.
Miley groggily placed the two pills in her mouth and took the cup from Nick, chugging down the glass of water, nearly choking back what she had just took in.
"Slow down, Miles." Nick whispered, taking the cup of water away from her and helped her lay back down on the bed. "I'm going to say hi to my dad really quick, okay?" He asked, but he already knew that she was out like a light. He placed a soft peck upon her temple and draped a thin blanket over her body; he fought away the intimate thoughts that were suddenly running through his mind and left her room without a sound.
He walked quietly down the stairs and saw Mr. Stewart still sound asleep on the couch; he let of the breath that he had been holding in and slipped through the door, shutting it quickly behind him before he walked across the lawn over to his house. He saw that his bags weren't there anymore and took the key underneath his mat and unlocked the door. He walked in and suddenly a frying pan was in front of his face, causing him to jump back with guard.
"Whoa dad, it's just me." He said, putting his hands up as he stared at his dad, who looked like he was about to swing the pan at his head.
"What happened son? I saw your bags here on the porch this morning, but I didn't even know you were flying down. I've been worrying for the past few hours because I thought someone attacked you and you were dead or something." Mr. Gray said all in one breath, lowering the frying pan.
"Dad, breathe." Nick said, displaying himself inhaling and exhaling. "I didn't think I would be gone that long, but I ended up being somewhere else for the night and I forgot my phone in the bags. I'm sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack dad." He apologized.
"It's okay son." Paul replied, walking back into the kitchen. "You hungry? I made some pancakes." He pointed a shaky finger toward the dinner table.
"Has your arthritis gotten worse, dad?" Nick asked as he took a seat at the table, looking back over to his dad at the counter.
"I'm old. What do you expect?" Mr. Gray chuckled. "I'm happy as long as I can get out of bed in the morning." He walked slowly over to the table and took a seat next to his son. "Now, where were you last night? With a girl maybe?" He asked perkily, making Nick nearly choke on his orange juice.
Nick cleared his throat quickly, earning an eyebrow raise from his father. "How've you been dad?" He asked, trying to get away from the subject.
"So, you were with a girl." Mr. Gray smiled. "What's her name?" He asked.
"Dad…" Nick groaned, stuffing a large piece of pancake into his mouth. "We've never really talked about stuff like this before…" He swallowed.
"Well, that was before I was getting extremely old and wanted to see grandchildren before I died." Paul answered. "Now just tell me her name, son."
"Miley." Nick answered simply and took another sip of his orange juice, his eyes lingering to look up at his father.
"Miley Stewart?" Mr. Gray questioned. "As in the girl you've been best friends with since the second she was born? The girl that's been living next to us for all these years?" He asked.
Nick nodded, "the one and only."
"It was about time something happened between the two of you." Mr. Gray chuckled, earning a confused glance from Nick.
"Huh?" Nick asked.
"It was obvious there was something there, Nick. The two of you were the only ones oblivious to each other's feelings. Her dad and I would always talk about it now that you guys left to college. Finally, the two of you came to your senses. So, how long have you guys been together?" Mr. Gray pressed, trying to get answers from Nick.
"We're not together yet…" Nick replied.
"Nick, what in the world are you waiting for?" Mr. Gray asked in astonishment. "Are you going to let her go?"
"No, of course not." Nick shook his head. "I'm just waiting for the right moment to ask her." His hand slipped into his front pocket and he took out the small, velvet box. "I'm waiting for the right moment to ask her to be my wife…" He smiled.
Mr. Gray stared in shock at the small box in front of him before his large, fragile hands grabbed the small box and he opened it. "Son, it's beautiful. I'm pretty sure that she's going to say yes to you in a heartbeat." He said breathlessly as he eyed the ring in the box. "This means I'll have grandchildren soon." He smiled widely.
"Dad…" Nick groaned. "She hasn't even said yes and I haven't even asked her yet." He chuckled.
"But you will soon, right?" Paul asked.
"I-I don't know yet." Nick answered unsurely. "A few things happened last night and I'm just going to wait until I know the moment is perfect…"
Mr. Gray reached over and placed his hand on Nick's broad shoulder; he smiled and gave Nick's shoulder a soft squeeze. "Make sure you bring her right over when she says yes." He chuckled.
Nick laughed and shook his head; he loved how his dad was reacting to this and placed another forkful of food into his mouth before answering. "Don't worry dad, I will." He smiled a little, thinking about how ecstatic he would be if Miley's answer was actually a yes.
**
Demi awoke to the warm, bright sunlight blinding through her plum window drapes; she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and yawned before standing up, wobbling a little as she walked into the bathroom. She sneered at her reflection, seeing the lines of her bracelet across her left cheek from where she was sleeping on. Her hair was a mess and dry mascara was streaked down her cheeks from her tears she was crying last night.
"Ugly…" Demi shook her head at herself.
She turned the faucet on full blast and cupped her hands together, watching the water fill up in her palms before she brought her face down and splashed herself with the cold liquid, quickly getting a wake up call. She patted her face dry with a towel and grabbed a hair scrunchie from the drawer, throwing her hair into a messy bun before she began to scrub the dry make-up from her face; she brushed her teeth and wiped around the sink area before she exited the bathroom and sighed.
She looked over at Miley's empty bed, surprised that Miley still hadn't come home yet. She decided not to give her a call just in case she was still asleep; she awkwardly unzipped herself from her dress and threw it into the corner of the room, slipping on a fresh pair of sweats and a tank top. Today was going to be a lazy day; it had already been decided as of last night before she fell asleep.
She grabbed a gray sweater off of its hanger and slid it onto her body just in case it was chilly outside; she grabbed her keys and decided to leave her phone just in case Joe tried to call her again. She wasn't going to talk to him, not now. She left the dorm room and shut the door behind her, walking down the stairs and out the building and into the cool November air. She inhaled deeply and continued to make her way to Starbucks to greet the bagel that was currently calling her name. Her stomach growled as soon as she stepped through the doors and up to the cashier.
"How can I help you today?" A male with shaggy dark brown hair asked with a smile.
"Uhm, I'll have the cheese bagel and a caramel frap." Demi ordered and took out a ten from her wallet.
"Hey, it's on the house." The guy said quietly, making sure that no one else but them could hear him.
"Oh, wow. Thanks." Demi smiled.
"No problem." The male replied. "So, what's your name?" He asked a pen ready in his hand to write it onto her cup.
"Demi." Demi replied.
"Demi." The guy recited as he wrote it onto her cup. "Nice name." He complimented. "Your drink will be ready in a sec. Let me go get you your bagel." He handed the cup over to the person in front of the machine and made his way over to where the bagels were and grabbed the freshest one he saw and brought it back to the counter where Demi was. He grabbed a napkin, "here you go." He handed it over to her.
"Thanks." Demi took it in her hand and licked her lips slightly, but looked up to see the guy looking at her. "You know my name, so what's yours?" She asked, taking a big bite of the bagel.
"My name's Oliver." He told her with another grin.
"It's nice to meet you, Oliver." Demi put her hand out. Oliver shook it lightly and she saw that there was a line of people behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry for holding up the line." She flushed and stepped aside as the man behind her gave her a dirty look.
"Demi." Someone called out and dinged the bell. She walked over to pick up her drink, "if the drink isn't how you wanted it, bring it back and we'll make you a new one." The person smiled and she nodded.
"Thanks." Demi told them and grabbed the drink, slipping a straw into it before bringing it to her lips to take a sip. "Bye Ollie." She called out and saw him give her a small wave before she exited the shop, smiling to herself. "He was cute." She thought to herself.
She took her time on the way back, finishing the rest of the bagel before she stepped foot back into the building. She continued to take sips from her drink as she walked up the stairs slowly, trying to clear her head of negative thoughts. Just then, Oliver's face flashed in her mind and she couldn't help, but smile at how hypnotizing his smile was. It was if she had never had a boyfriend named Joe Jonas.
She pushed the door open, the warm air fanning against her face. She felt better now that her stomach was filled with food. She threw herself onto the bed and switched on the television, ready for a movie day at home. She searched through the channels, trying to find something good to watch. "Ew gore. Yuck horror. Comedy yawn…" She continued to flip through the channels until she saw something that might've interested her. "Hmm… The Notebook."
She got up and ran to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed a few cans of Dr. Pepper out. She grabbed a bag of Doritos and a box of Chocolate Chip Delights and walked back over to her bed, placing the items of food around her, for when she was ready to pig out. She walked back over to where she had the food stored and grabbed a bag of popcorn out, sticking it in the microwave; she smiled a little when she heard the popping noise fill her ears.
"Maybe today can be a good day…" She whispered softly to herself.
Within a few minutes, she was back on her bed, staring at the television screen in front of her. Every few seconds, she'd stuff some popcorn or Doritos into her mouth. Then, she heard her ring tone blaring throughout the room, ruining the moment of the scene in the movie. She stretched over and grabbed her phone, reading the name on the screen. Joe.
She rolled her eyes and pressed ignore, placing the phone decide her. Seconds later, her phone started blasting again and she pressed ignore once again. She was starting to get annoyed when her phone started to ring for the fifth time; she was not going to let him ruin the good day that was having; she shut off her phone and threw it onto the table, settling her attention back on the television.
"They're so blinded by love." She muttered harshly, stuffing more popcorn into her mouth.
There was a knock at the door and she quickly snapped her head toward the sound. She groaned and pushed herself off of the bed, "can't they just let me watch the freaking movie?" She swung the door open and saw her dorm advisor standing in front of her with a phone in her hand.
"For you." Her dorm advisor said, handing the device over to her.
Demi was confused, who would call her at the dorm number? "Hello?" She said into the phone.
"Please don't hang up on me, Demi. Just hear me out will you?" Joe said desperately. "I've been trying to reach you for the past few hours now. I'm pretty sure I've left you more than 30 voicemails. Please, I just want to hear your voice."
Demi just stood there with the phone at her ear, listening to the desperation in Joe's voice before she clicked the end button and handed the phone back over to her advisor. "If they call again, you can just not pick up." She said.
"Uh, okay." Her dorm advisor mustered out before Demi closed the door on her face.
Demi slowly slid down the back of the door and sighed, wrapping her arms around her head as she rested her chin atop of her knees, feeling like she had just hit rock bottom. She thought about how sorry Joe had sounded and how bitchy it was of her to had just hung up on him like that.
Silent tears began to cascade down her porcelain cheeks as she cried out her sorrows. She wanted to forgive him just like that, but she knew if she did that he would just go off and do it all over again. Forgetting more and more anniversaries that they would share together. She just couldn't take that pain anymore.
She felt so broken, so lost, so confused with what she would do next with their relationship. Her heart ached as she thought about the good and bad times that she and Joe had shared together. Thinking back to their first date, to the first kissed they shared together, to the first fight they had with each other, to their first break. Their love was like a roller coaster ride, but she knew as long as she was with him, she didn't mind being on that roller coaster, but now... Now, she wasn't so sure anymore. She hugged her legs even tighter and just sobbed. Oh, how difficult love had to be.
**
Nick stepped out of the steamy shower and wrapped a towel around his torso. He walked into his room and grabbed a clean dress shirt from his bag, slipping it onto his arms as he buttoned each button up. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and dug through his stuff until he saw a pair of light washed jeans. He pulled those over his legs and dried his curls with his towel before throwing it onto his bed.
He remembered how Miley had complained about how much gel had had gooped up in his hair when they were fourteen and ran just a dab of gel through his hair to make himself look a bit more presentable. He double-checked to make sure he looked okay before he grabbed the small box of his desk and slipped it back into his front pocket. Then, he remembered he didn't have any shoes on and made a u-turn back into his room.
He put on a fresh pair of socks and slipped on some converses before re-exiting his room. He walked down the stairs and saw his dad waiting for him patiently by the door. "Wish me luck, dad." He took in a deep breath.
"You're not going to need it, son." My. Gray told him with a smile. "Now go and get her." He patted Nick's back lightly.
Nick smiled and enveloped his dad in a tight embrace. "I should visit you more often."
"Yeah, you should." Mr. Gray answered and the two men laughed.
Nick walked back over to Miley's house and gave the door a light knock. Mr. Stewart opened the door, a bit surprised to see Nick. "Nick, what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I'm here to see Miley, if that's not a bother." Nick replied.
"See, she isn't feeling too well at the moment, but I'm pretty sure she'll be delighted to be seeing you in so long." Billy answered, oblivious to Nick and Miley's actions the night before.
"Thanks." Nick said as he stepped into the house. "It's been a while, Mr. Stewart."
"You got that right, boy. Where in the world have you been?" Billy chuckled.
"School has me under tight wraps now." Nick answered with a slight chuckle as well.
"Well, of course. School comes first." Billy nodded. "I'll be down here if the two of you need anything." He gave Nick a slight pat on the back and Nick knew that he knew.
"My dad said something didn't he?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, he did." Billy laughed.
Nick shook his head with a smile and made his way up the stairs to Miley's room. He softly knocked on her door before he walked in, seeing that she was still asleep. "Miles…" He whispered and saw her stir a little.
Miley woke up and saw Nick at her side, "w-what time is it?" She asked tiredly.
"About 7 p.m." Nick answered. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked.
"7 p.m.?! I slept through the whole day." Miley groaned and looked down at what she was wearing. "And now I ruined my dress." She sighed.
Nick chuckled at how Miley was reacting, "its okay, Mi. Nothing important happened today." He told her.
Miley just nodded, then looked down at what Nick was wearing. "Where are you going?" She asked glumly.
"Well, I was kind of hoping to take this really pretty girl out to dinner tonight, but her dad told me she wasn't feeling well at the moment, so I don't know… there might be a slight change in plans." Nick gave her a cheeky grin.
Miley quickly perked up when she found out it was her, "oh, really now?" She asked. "Well, I'm pretty sure this girl will find enough energy to get herself ready to go out. I mean you must've spent a long time trying to get this arranged." She played along.
"You got that right." Nick chuckled. "Do you think you'll be able to make it? We can always stay in."
"No no. I want to go out." Miley pushed the blankets off of herself and sat up weakly. "I'm going to look like such a mess though."
"No you won't." Nick pushed a piece of her hair behind her hair and smiled. "You're always going to look beautiful in my eyes."
Miley blushed and looked down, "thanks."
"You're welcome." Nick pecked her lightly on the forehead and took her hand, helping her get out of bed.
"Can you turn the shower on for me?" Miley asked and Nick nodded, letting go of her hand. Miley walked over to her closet and tried to find something suitable for the occasion and settled on a small, black strapless dress. She figured she could wear the same shoes she was wearing the night before. She grabbed clean bra and panties from her dresser and walked into the bathroom.
Forgetting that Nick was still in the bathroom, she began to undress herself. Slipping the dress off her body and working on taking off her bra. Nick turned around and saw Miley's exposed chest in front of him. His breath got caught in his throat as he stared at her; he didn't know if Miley knew if he was still in here or not, so he cleared his throat awkwardly and averted his eyes down to the carpet on the floor.
Miley's eyes widen as she heard Nick clear his voice; blushed quickly plastered across her cheeks as she attempted to cover herself, but knew it was no use. Nick had already seen everything last night, but she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. What if he thought she was fat or something? "Sorry. I forgot that you were still in here." She gulped.
"No, it wasn't your fault." Nick said, still staring down at the carpet. The two of them stood there awkwardly, the steam from the shower suddenly making the room really warm and moist. "I think I should go wait for you outside." He tried to make his way past her, but not without her body brushing against his hand. He got out of the room, the cool air fanning his heated face; he shut the door behind him and sighed.
Miley stood there with her back on the door and let out a big breath. She wanted to know why she kept getting into these kinds of situations with Nick. She pushed herself off of the door and peeled off her panties and stepped into the steaming shower, letting the hot droplets relax her muscles as she ran her hands through her tangled curls. She knew she was short on time and decided to take a quicker shower than how she usually did.
She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out, careful not to slip on something. She dried her body as quickly as she could and put her bra and panties on. She slipped the small black dress onto her body, letting the fabric hug her curves lovingly.
She took the make-up bag that she always left in her drawer and took out her needed materials before she started to paint her blank canvas. Applying a little mascara to her eyelashes. She slid the eyeliner pencil along her bottom eyelash line lightly; she brushed a soft brown shade of eye shadow across her eyelids and ran a light pink color blush across her face, knowing she was going to be red anyways, so she didn't want to do a deeper color. She applied some clear lipgloss onto her lips and studied how she looked for a moment before throwing everything back into the bag and into the drawer.
She fixed her dress a little and dumped the dirty laundry into the hamper. She brushed through all the tangles and pulled out her curling iron. She plugged it in and put some mousse in her hair; she made sure the curling iron was hot enough before she started putting random curls throughout her hair. When she was finished, she tied her hair in a side pony tail and put the curling iron back under the sink and placed her hand on the doorknob, opening it slowly.
Nick quickly stood up to greet her, immediately getting stunned by how beautiful she looked. "How do I look?" Miley asked sheepishly.
"Beautiful." Nick whispered.
Miley blushed, "thanks." She looked back up and saw him staring at her again. "Did I mess up or something?" Her hand rose to touch her cheek.
"No no." Nick shook his head. "Sorry, I'm staring." Nick's cheeks flushed a little. "Ready to go?" He asked.
Miley nodded and grabbed a clutch from her dresser before standing beside Nick. Nick took her hand in his, hoping that it was okay. They walked out of her room and down the stairs. "You two have fun tonight." Billy smiled and gave Nick a wink.
Miley caught sight of it and turned to Nick with a puzzled expression, but knew he wasn't going to say anything until they were at their destination. After saying their goodbyes to her dad, they walked to the front and Nick took out the keys his dad had given him out of his pocket and unlocked his dad's car.
"You're not going to tell me where we're going if I ask, are you?" Miley asked softly as Nick helped her into the passenger seat.
"Nope." Nick smiled and shut the door, walking around the front to the driver's seat.
"Not even a little hint?" Miley asked.
"Hints ruin the surprise." Nick answered and put the key in the ignition.
"It won't." Miley tried.
Nick chuckled, "I'm not going to tell you, Mi."
"Please?" Miley tried again and looked over at him, giving him a small pout. Nick looked over at her, noticing how sexy she looked as she did that and tried his best not to lean in and just capture those plump lips in a passionate kiss. He turned his attention back to the front as he pulled away from the curb.
"I don't think so." Nick replied.
Miley sighed, but she wasn't going to give up so easily. She sat there quietly for the first few minutes of the car ride before she turned to look at Nick, who was concentrated on the road in front of them. She slowly placed her hand on the cup holder, wondering if Nick had noticed or not, but she didn't get a response, so she decided to move her hand even farther, landing on top of his thigh.
She looked up at him and saw his eyes flicker down to her hand for a quick second. She smiled a little and rubbed his knee, watching his response. Nick gulped a little, but kept his eyes on the road, trying to block out what Miley was doing.
Miley dragged her hand up and down his thigh slowly, waiting for him to do something, but continued to get nothing, so she decided to move her hand up a little as it landed on a certain body part. She saw Nick's eyes widen a little as he looked over at her. She gave him a small smirk and started to rub him gently, earning a small groan from him in response.
Nick's hand landed on hers, pulling it away from his area. "What are you doing?" He asked as he pulled onto the side of the road, finding it was difficult to keep his concentration on the road.
"Well, since you won't tell me where we're going. I decided it'd be fun to tempt you until we get there." Miley winked.
"If you keep doing this… I don't think we'll even make it to dinner." Nick stared into Miley's eyes and she could see how his was dark with lust.
"Then tell me." Miley said simply.
Nick shook his head and shut his eyes, "I don't want to ruin it."
"Okay, then, I get to tempt you." Miley answered and Nick's eyes shot open as Miley leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He felt tingles as she pulled away; he stared at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Miley let her hair out of the pony tail that she had tied it in and let her curls fan across her collarbone.
Nick did the best he could to push back the urge to just grab her and fuck the sense out of her right then and there, but he knew that they had to get to the restaurant because he was dying to ask her the big question. He tried to ignore the fact that Miley was seated next to him and pulled back onto the road. Miley watched him in disappointment as he rejected her, she felt sad that Nick didn't want her. She tied her hair back into the pony tail and looked out the window, her chin propped on her palm.
Fifteen minutes later, Nick parked his car in front of the small restaurant and looked over at Miley. "Miles." He placed a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him. "We're here." He told her and noticed the sad look in her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, only earning a nod from her.
Miley unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, not waiting for Nick to do something this time. Nick watched as she walked up to the front of the restaurant; he sighed and unbuckled his own seatbelt. He locked the car as he walked away from it and walked up to her, "Mi…"
"What Nick?" Miley asked.
"I want to know what's wrong. Earlier you were different… and now you're all gloomy. What happened?" Nick sighed.
"Nothing. Let's just go eat dinner." Miley looked down at her heels and waited as Nick opened the door for her. She walked in, not looking up to him and stood there and waited for the waitress to seat them.
As soon as the waitress seated them, Nick grabbed onto Miley's hands, making her look up at him. "Did I do something?" He asked softly.
Miley shrugged, "it's more my fault than yours."
"What do you mean?" Nick asked.
"I was practically throwing myself at you like a child and you rejected me, so I feel really stupid for acting like that." Miley mumbled.
"You weren't acting like a child." Nick countered.
"It doesn't matter now." Miley pulled her hands away from him and picked up the menu, blocking her face from his as she read down the list of foods.
Nick sighed and picked up his own menu. His eyes lit up when he thought of the perfect idea; he quietly called the waiter over and whispered his request to him. The waiter and nodded and retreated into the kitchen to help get the surprise ready for Nick when the time was right.
"Miles…" Nick tried again to get her attention.
Miley lowered the menu down and looked over at Nick and saw him holding out a flower to her. She set the menu down onto the table and stared at him. "What's the flower for?" She asked.
"For you silly." Nick smiled and leaned forward, placing the flower into her hair. "You look beautiful." He murmured softly.
Miley smiled a little and touched the flower in her hair. "Working your charm again?" She asked.
"Maybe…" Nick smiled and grabbed onto her hands again. "I love you." He said softly, kissing her hands in the process.
a/n: Note: Miley and Demi are going to be very bipolar during this… it's not going to be drastic, but their moods change very quickly xD So uhm, I think I owe you guys an apology… I've had time to write, but I've just been putting this off. Heck, I've been putting off the stories on my youtube, but now I'mma try to update more(: Omfg, I got the most reviews for this story on the last chapter. 30+ reviews! :O Omg, thank you guys so much! Keep reviewing please!