A/N at the bottom.
Twenty One
Chapter 13
A bright smile breaks out across Miley's glowing face as she stares into the computer screen, "I love you too," she murmurs back earnestly.
Nick returns the smile and averts his eyes down to his keyboard after realizing that he was staring. It wasn't his fault that even through webcam, he still got mesmerized by those oceanic azure eyes of hers.
Hugging onto Joe's arm, Demi's soft brown eyes scan the jars of pickles in the aisle, "do you think she'll want kosher pickles or maybe the extra big ones?" Demi asks as she detaches herself from Joe to grab one of the jars.
Joe lets out a laugh, but quickly tries to cover it up, "how would I know if Miley likes her pickles big or not?" he asks, biting down on his lips as he shields another laugh from coming out.
"Oh, get your head out of the gutter," Demi swats her arm into Joe's stomach and shakes her head, a low laugh leaving her lips as well as she turns back to the jars of pickles, "I guess I'll get her the really big pickles…" she mumbles when she hears Joe snort from behind her one more. "Will you shush?" she laughs as she pushes the jar of pickles into his hands.
"Are you sure Miley didn't just want these?" Joe wonders as Demi skips down towards where the store had peanut butter and jelly.
"I showed you the text messages, Joe. She wants both pickles and peanut butter. Though, I have no idea what on earth she is thinking that those two things would ever taste good together," Demi's nose crinkles in disgust and she scans the different brands of peanut butter, "eh, this one's cheap… I don't think she'll notice." She says as she grabs a bottle.
"Wow, aren't you nice," Joe notes sarcastically.
"I know I am," Demi smiles and they make their way towards the cashier.
"I'll race you!" Joe calls out as he begins to run.
"That's not fair!" Demi scoffs as she watches Joe run off ahead of her, "you had a head start!" she pouts as she finally reaches where he stands in a line.
"It's okay… no need to be a sore loser, baby," Joe teases and drops a kiss on her forehead.
"Darn you and your stupid pickles," Demi mutters. She realizes what she had said, but before she could correct herself, Joe was bent over, dying in laughter as her cheeks redden into a crimson rose color; the other people in line along with the cashier staring at the two of them as if they had 3 heads. "Joe, just give the guy the pickles and peanut butter," she mutters through gritted teeth.
Miley moves a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sound of a yawn from escaping from her lips, "are you sure you should still be web-chatting with me, Nick?" She asks sleepily. It had been a good 3 hours since they had started talking and it escaped her mind how long it was taking Demi to come home from her date, but that didn't bother her… She was talking to Nick; nothing could take away the feeling she was feeling at the moment. Nothing.
Nick's eyes flicker to the corner of the screen and he gives her an apologetic grin. "I should probably start taking a crack at this research paper," he says disappointingly.
"Yeah…"
"Hey, go get your calendar," Nick says as he sits up straighter on his bed.
"My calendar? Why?" Miley inquires as she moves her laptop back a little and leans over to reach into the side drawer, pulling out her school agenda and dropping it down in front of her. She pulls her legs closer to herself and leans her chin against her knees, watching as Nick did the same.
"Do you have a pen?" Nick questions her.
"Yes, but how would I give it to you?" Miley teases as she grabs her favorite purple gel pen from the drawer as well.
Nick shoots her a playful glare, "I meant for yourself," he sticks her tongue out at her and brings the pen to his lips, gently pulling the lid off of the ball point pen he had in his hands, "I want you to circle January 2-7," he explains as he circles those numbers in his own agenda, glancing up to see Miley's confused expression. He notes how adorable her face looks as her nose crinkles in confusion and he glances down, his fingers toying with the pen. "Did you do it yet?"
"Yes…" Miley says slowly as she draws a big circle around those dates, "what's so special about January 2nd to the 7th?" she asks.
"Well, let's just say… I'm coming home on those dates," Nick looks up, chewing on his bottom lip momentarily as he notices how brightly Miley's azure orbs lighted up at his news.
"Are you serious?" Miley practically grasps her hands onto the sides of the laptop, giving it a small shake, her cheeks turning a crimson hue when she realizes she isn't really shaking Nick.
Nick chuckles, his soft chocolate brown curls shaking as the laughs shake through his body, "I see someone's really excited."
"Of course I'm not," Miley replies coolly.
"Even through webcam I can see that you're lying to me," Nick laughs as he hears the door open on Miley's side of the screen, hearing Demi's voice call out.
"Mi, I got your pickles and peanut butter!" Demi says, dropping her other things onto the floor, "who are you talking to?" she wonders as she leans over, "hey Nick!" she waves rapidly before turning to Miley, "so, where do you want me to put these?"
"Away," Miley says through gritted teeth, her cheeks burning a deep blaze.
Demi nods and walks off, not really noting she had just embarrassed Miley in front of Nick. "I'm going to call and get us some pizza, alright?"
"Yup." Miley calls back and turns back to Nick, running her hand through her hair—a habit she usually did to mask her embarrassment, "don't mind her…" she chuckles out quietly.
"Pickles… and peanut butter? Together?" Nick asks as his face contorts into disgust.
"I've just been craving weird things… it's just a girl thing," Miley said in defense, her face getting hot again.
"I figured," Nick joked and smiled cheekily at how flustered Miley was getting over this, "hey, I'll just let you have your fun with pickles—wait, that sounded wrong—" now it was his turn to turn bright red as a loud laugh escaped from Miley's throat and he can't help, but still break out into a smile at the sight of her, "I'll talk to you later," he mumbles out.
"Okay," Miley waves and grins before she exits out of the chat.
Nick does the same and opens up a new document on Microsoft word, blankly staring at the bright screen as he rakes his hand through his bed of curls, sighing, "now, I'm even more distracted." He whispers as he thinks about how Miley looked before she had signed out, trying his best to keep a memory of her beautiful face knowing it'd be a while before he would see it in person.
"So, web chat with the boy, huh?" Demi teases as she drops down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yeah," Miley answers shyly.
"Well, what happened? Spill. This is the first time I've seen you actually smile or show emotion these past few weeks," Demi beams as she rolls over onto her side, putting her weight on her arm as she lays her head against her palm.
"There's nothing to spill!" Miley says as a laugh escapes her soft pink lips.
"Oh, come on!" Demi pleads as she breaks out into a smile as well, "there has to be a reason to why you're glowing all of a sudden," she says.
Miley's cheeks redden once more and she scowls softly at Demi, "we just talked, Demi… for the first time in forever without it being awkward. I felt like he was actually here with me." She murmurs.
"You're so smitten," Demi smirks.
"Me?" Miley scoffs, "you're the one that goes all mushy gushy when you get a text from Joe… and you're not the mushy gushy type of girl," she sticks her tongue out at the brunette, claiming victory at the slight blush creeping up onto Demi's cheeks.
"Shut up," Demi mumbles quietly, "you may have won this battle, but I'm going to win the war!" She exclaims as she jumps up, grabbing her pillows, and firing them at Miley's head.
"You maniac!" Miley bursts into giggles, grabbing her own pillow to shield her face.
A knock is heard from the door and Demi's head perks up and she jumps off of Miley and dashes towards the door, "PIZZA!" she exclaims and rips the door open, startling the pizza delivery person.
"Jeez, Demi, did you have to give the poor guy a heart attack?" Miley laughs as Demi walks towards her with the box of pizza. She inhales the aroma of the fresh pizza and fights back the urge to gag, "oh, my God… get that thing away from me," she presses her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose, squeezing it.
Demi's eyes widen and she walks towards the bed, "okay, something is seriously messed up with that stomach of yours," she jokes. "First, you want pickles and peanut butter together, and now you can't even stand the smell of pizza? Miley… have you gone mad on me?" she mock gasps.
"I don't know," Miley groans, moving her face away from Demi. "I've been in a weird funk lately and I hate it." Miley picks up her agenda from the end of the bed and continues to carelessly flip through the pages of her calendar, her fingers falling against some of the dates until she stops on a specific one—the date of her last period—which happened to be over a month and a half ago.
"What's with the face?" Demi inquires with her mouth full of pepperoni pizza. She leans over and tilts her head a little, reading the dates. "Damn, it's been a while since Mother Nature gave you a visit." She mumbles. "Lucky."
Miley isn't paying attention to what Demi is saying; silently, she counts back the days in her mind and her eyes widen in realization and she grasps her fingers firmly around the circumference of Demi's wrist, "w-we need to go to the store right now."
"I was just there… what else do you need? Jelly as well?" Demi jokes.
"No, a pregnancy test."
a/n: Kajkdgha;khgk;h Late again? I know. Well, I've gotten a rush of ideas for this story and I know I say that I'll update sooner, but seriously, I WILL update sooner. Mark my words, lol. Reviews please? (: