RAWR.
"Hey don't touch my signed baseball!" Nick moves the receiver away from his ear as he takes the baseball out of Mikayla's hands, placing it back into its little case. Pointing towards his closet, he shoos Mikayla towards
"You could at least be nice to me. I have to do your laundry for a month." Mikayla mutters silently as she eyes the pile of clothes on the floor. "Ew!"
"You made the bet and you lost," a smirk appears proudly onto Nick's lips as he brings the phone back to his ear.
"Nick?" Miley whispers into the receiver a second later.
"Yeah?" Nick asks.
"When are you coming down for a visit?" Miley wonders quietly, the smile swiping off her features at the sound that Nick had company and was probably not going to be paying much attention to her.
"I don't know. Maybe in a few weeks… I'm hoping to fly in for the New Years."
Miley could hear some rustling in the background and someone's voice again.
"Hey Mi, I have to go work on my term paper that's due in a few hours. I'll call you back in a little while, okay?" Nick says.
"Yeah, okay, bye." Miley hangs up the phone before hearing his response.
--
Mikayla knits her eyebrows together, "Nick, the term paper was due yesterday?" she says in puzzlement.
"I know, I just feel weird when I talk to Miley now… I feel like I'm bugging her," Nick sighs.
"Why would you think that?" Mikayla wonders incredulously.
"I don't know… I just feel like my feelings have changed about her… I miss her and all, but I feel like I've been drifting apart from her as well this past month. I don't think this long distance thing is going to work between me and her. She needs someone stable and to always be there and apparently, I'm not that someone." Nick explains.
"Don't say that, Nick…" Mikayla tries.
"You know it's true. How am I supposed to be there for her when I can't be there physically and in person?" Nick asks.
"There are ways to fix that—"
"Like continuously flying out there to see her? I don't have that kind of money to do that every few weeks, Miki."
Mikayla stays silent for a second as she ponders and watches as Nick rakes a hand through his hair in frustration, "but that's the thing, Nick… even if you're not their for her physically, she still needs you, period." She tells him truthfully. "And you know it's the same for you as well, I can tell that she cares deeply for you Nick, but she can't be here for you either, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want you out of her life…"
Nick gazes up at her and realizes the sincerity in Mikayla's soft brown eyes.
--
Now sitting up in her bed, her hands tiredly rubbing at her eyes, "who was that?" Demi asks and glances at the clock. "And why the hell are they calling at 6 in the morning?"
"It was just Nick," Miley shoves the covers off her body and throws the phone onto her side table. "I'm just going to shower first." She states to her room-mate before grudgingly pulling herself out of bed and towards the bathroom.
Miley winces a bit at the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut, "I just woke up and the headache is already coming for a visit." She falls back onto the bed and groans. "Thank you Jesus that we don't have any classes today."
From Joe:
Morning babe :)
To Joe:
Morning!
From Joe:
Do you have classes today?
To Joe:
Nooooooopes ;)
From Joe:
I'm on my way over to pick you up then.
To Joe:
STOP RIGHT THERE!
From Joe:
What? O_o
To Joe:
I'm not decent looking right now!
From Joe:
Demi, you're always beautiful.
To Joe:
You're just saying that. Come in 2 hours?
From Joe:
Two hours?!?!
To Joe:
Hey, it takes girls time to look good. ;) I'll text you later baby.
From Joe:
Luv you.
To Joe.
Love you too!
Demi's phone slips from her fingertips and lands on her face, "why does this always happen to me?!" she couldn't help, but laugh at herself, the waves of giggles rumbling throughout her body.
~*~
Walking out of the bathroom, Miley's hair was wrapped tightly in a crisp white towel. She walks over to the fridge and pulls out of the packaged cupcakes that they had stashed in the back of the fridge. Ripping open the packaged cupcake, she nearly stuffs the whole thing into her mouth, throwing the wrapper onto the ground.
Demi watches her wide eyes, "slow down, Miley. I mean we have a whole box in there, you can take the time to chew before you swallow." She tells her while holding up the empty box of cupcakes to show that she had just refilled the fridge with new goodies.
"I'm just hungry, that's all," Miley snaps.
"And a whole lot bitchier too," Demi rolls her eyes and sets the box down on her bed. "God, what did Nick say to you?" she asks and grabs the trash Miley had strewn onto the floor, tossing it into the trash bin that sat no less than 5 feet away from where she stands.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Miley asks and looks at Demi.
"Ever since the morning that Nick called you on the phone, you've been in a fucked up mood and you've been taking it out on me. Apparently, Nick had to have said something to you to make you that way." Demi explains.
"I'm just stressing. Stupid calculus," Miley curses under her breath.
"Stressing so much that you've gotten sick three times in the past two weeks?" Demi wonders out loud.
"Yes Demi because my body is perfect like yours," Miley retorts as she strides over to her bed, dropping herself onto it.
Putting her hands up, Demi starts to back away, "I'm just going to walk away before you bite my head off, alright?"
Miley sighs, "Sorry. I don't know what's up with me lately. I'm just being bipolar right now." She said as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes glassing over a bit with the emotional roller coaster that she had been riding on for the past few days.
"Right now?" Demi raises her eyebrows a bit. "You've been bipolar these past two weeks!"
Miley gives Demi a mean look, "thanks Demi, so much." She says sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Demi purposely shoots a cheeky grin over at Miley who just scowls venomously at her. "You're probably just about to start your period, that's probably why you've been so hungry all of a sudden—and moody," she says.
"You're probably right," Miley sighs. "I'm like 3 days late."
"Periods never seem to come on time, maybe you'll get yours tomorrow," Demi explains as she gets to her feet, stretching her limbs out a bit. "I have to get ready," she groans. "Joe said he'll be here soon…"
"When's soon?" Miley questions.
"Half an hour," Demi whines.
"Didn't you warn him about how long you take to get ready?" Miley asks with a laugh.
"Yeah, I even told him that I'd be two hours, but that was an hour and a half ago. I got lazy about getting ready, so I just sat here…" Demi laughed as well. "I'll just take a quick shower and not do my hair or something."
"Take your shower and I'll help you do your hair," Miley offers with a wry grin.
"Yes! I get the Miley Stewart to do my hair, today is a good day," Demi pumps her fist in the air and soon, both girls are breaking out in a fit of giggles. "I'll just be 10 minutes, tops." She says as she walks into the bathroom.
"You better be!" Miley calls out after her before hearing the door click close. She pulls herself up from her bed and walks over to where she has her curling iron stashed. Quickly plugging it into the outlet, she let's the instrument heat up on her side table. To keep herself busy while Demi's in the bathroom, she decides to play around with her make-up a bit.
Demi walks out of the bathroom, her wet hair sticking to the back of her t-shirt. "Alright, how is this going to work, Mile? My hair is still dripping wet and Joe's gonna be here in about 20 minutes," she sighs.
"Well, first, you should probably blow dry your hair," Miley rolls her eyes and pushes Demi back into the bathroom. "And I can curl your hair while you're doing your make-up. See a compromise," she pokes Demi teasingly in the side of the head.
"Haha, you're so funny…" Demi sticks her tongue out at her and begins to dry her soaking wet hair.
--
"I think I hear Joe at the door," Miley says to Demi.
"Can you go get it? I just need to finish my right eye," Demi says as she turns around to look at Miley.
Miley clamps her hand over her mouth to try to stop laughing at how ridiculous Demi looked, "alright…" she let a few giggles slip through.
"Don't laugh at me," Demi whined and turned back to the mirror.
Miley opens the door to greet Joe, "hey Joe." She smiles.
"Hey Miles, Demi still isn't ready?" He asks in an amused tone as he steps into the girl's room to see various articles of clothing strewn across the floor. "Wow."
"She'll be out in a minute," Miley replies and re-enters the bathroom.
"Are you sure this looks alright?" Demi asks as she trails out of the bathroom and stops when she sees Joe sitting on her bed. She turns around to look at Miley, "you said he was waiting outside." She shoots Miley a mean glare.
"Yeah, waiting outside in our room," Miley laughs, "doesn't she look amazing Joe?" she asks as she twirls Demi around, watching as her dress twirled along with her.
"Yeah, beautiful," Joe murmured as he stood up and walked over to where Demi stood.
Demi's cheeks became warm quickly and she smiled, "do I look okay, Joey?" she asks.
"Perfect," Joe leans in and drops a kiss on her cheek.
Miley shakes her head, smiling at how adorable Joe and Demi were being to each other, "you guys don't wanna run late for your own date," she teased, tossing Demi's purse over to her. "Have fun." She grins.
--
A few hours later…
Dressed in a fresh white tank top and low-rise jeans, Miley's finds herself curled on her bed in a fetal position, "I wish Mother Nature would just come visit me already instead of making me feeling like this." She complained to herself. Leaning over she grabs her phone and instantly sends a text to Demi.
To Demi:
I need you to get me something from the store please…
From Demi:
What is it Miles?
To Demi:
Can you get me some pickles and peanut butter?
From Demi:
Uhm, why?
To Demi:
I'm craving them.
From Demi:
Together?!
To Demi:
Yes.
From Demi:
You're so disgusting, Mi, but I still love you. Yeah, I'll just stop by at the store on my way home.
To Demi:
Thank you!
From Demi:
Welcome. I'll ttyl.
To Demi:
Kays, bye.
"I swear your fingers were like lightning across your keyboard of your phone," Joe says as he watches Demi tap away fiercely.
Demi shakes her head and slips her phone back into her back pocket, "can we make a quick stop at the store before you drop me off tonight?" She asks as she moves her arm around his, linking them together. She lays her head onto his shoulder and they continue their walk around the park.
"Yeah, but why?" Joe wonders.
"Miley wants me to buy her some pickles and peanut butter," Demi answers with a slight laugh.
"Ew," Joe says with a chuckle.
"That's what I'm thinking," Demi shakes her head, a huge grin growing on her face. "Miles has been acting weird really lately… mood swings, cravings, sleeping so much, but she's still tired when she wakes up. Makes no sense," she sighs.
"Mhm, you girls are just weird," Joe murmurs jokingly as he kisses her ear.
"Psh, whatever," Demi scoffs.
Joe chuckles and snakes his arm around Demi's waist smoothly, bringing her body even closer to his, "I love you."
"I love you too, Joey," Demi whispers and drops a soft peck against his lips.
~*~
Miley stares blankly up at the ceiling of her dorm room again; the soft voice of Leona Lewis plays quietly in the background. She sighs and sits up, turning off the radio before learning over, reaching down to the floor blindly for her laptop. Pulling it up, she lifts it open and watches as the screen lights up; she drags the object into her lap and leans back against her pillows for support. Typing her username and password into AIM, she waits impatiently for her buddies list to pop up. Upon seeing his username, she clicks on it and opens up a video chat.
Nick's a bit stun when he sees the video chat invitation pop up on his laptop screen, but he still presses accept and waits as Miley's gorgeous face appears onto the screen.
"Hey," Miley breathes out with a small smile when she sees Nick's flawless face come into view.
"Hey," Nick answers just as breathless.
"How's that essay going?" Miley wonders as she moves around for a more comfortable spot. She brushes her bangs out of her face and stares at Nick as she waits for his answer.
"Great," Nick lies. "But I couldn't concentrate…" he admits sheepishly.
"Oh, why not?" Miley asks.
"Too busy thinking about a certain blue-eyed brunette," Nick answers with a grin.
Miley could feel the warmth flush into her cheeks and her heart flutter a bit as she replies back wittily, "and who is this blue-eyed brunette if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm sure you've heard about her; she's mighty gorgeous and I'm pretty sure that if I was with her right now, I'd be getting myself lost into those beautiful eyes of hers," Nick says.
Miley's smile seems to widen, "I wish you could be here right now, Nick."
"Hmm, why's that?" Nick asks ponderingly.
"Because if you were here, I'd kiss you like there was no tomorrow," Miley whispers softly.
"I wish I could be there too," Nick answers.
"Soon?" Miley wonders hopefully.
"Soon," Nick nods with a smile.
Miley looks down at her keyboard momentarily, contemplating whether or not she should tell him she loved him, but she couldn't deal with him not saying it back to her again, so she glances back up to the screen to see Nick's eyes wide with a bit of curiosity.
"What's the matter?" Nick asks.
"Nothing," Miley answers and plasters a smile across her face again. "Just thinking about a certain curly-haired boy," she teases.
"Well, I'm sure this certain curly-haired boy would like you to know that he loves you," Nick says.
a/n: If you haven't realized… I am horrible with updating my fanfiction stories, but hey, I'mma stop promising stuff because I know I'm getting people disappointed… I'm trying to map out what's going to happen with this story and how I want it to happen, but I keep running into blank ends… As for Rumors, wow, no update for 3 months? Sigh, I have about a third written so far, so I'm hoping to update that by Friday, but no promises, okay? Review please (: Thanks for still sticking around. Love you guys.