A/N at the bottom.
Twenty One
Chapter 14
"A what?" Demi practically chokes on the piece of pizza that she's chewing on. She slaps her hand across her chest, trying her best to swallow the piece whole before waving her hands around, "where's my soda?"
"Over there. . ." Miley says in a low whisper.
Demi picks the can up and takes a long sip before setting it down and inhaling a deep breath, "a pregnancy test?" she exclaims again as she her darn eyes graze intently at Miley.
"I—my period is late by like two weeks now," Miley answers in a croak, handing her agenda over to Demi as she stands up, holding her head as the rush of blind comes and she groans in pain, her eyesight drabbling away from her for a mere few seconds, "how could I have been so oblivious to all the signs? Oh, my God. . ."
"Miley, calm down . . . sometimes, our periods are irregular, it's normal," Demi says.
Miley reaches for her bright pink Navy blue Abercrombie and Fitch sweater, sliding it over her head as she pulls on her favorite pairs of sneakers, "Demi, get dressed. We got to go buy a test," she mumbles silently, turning away to look for some pants to wear.
"Miles, did you hear what I just said—"
Miley cuts Demi off, turning to face her best friend curtly, "I heard what you said, I would agree, but Nick and I had sex a month and a half ago before he left to go back to school in Boston," she explains. "Now can you please just get ready, so we can go?" Her voice falters and she shoots Demi a weak look.
Demi nods in understanding and proceeds to get ready; she turns to look at Miley, who was sitting silently on her bed, toying with her fingers and her phone. "Miles. . ."
"Can we not talk about it until I get the test?" Miley asks.
"Uh. Yeah, let's go," Demi grabs her hand bag just in case and walks over to Miley, offering her hand out for Miley to grab, "come on, Miles."
Miley's azure irises glance up at Demi's hand and she places her hand securely in hers, sighing heavily as Demi pulls her up and into a tight embrace.
Miley moves the test over to the side of the sink as she grazes her hands under the cool running water, rinsing her hands off. She grabs a small loin cloth and dries her hands off, sighing a little as she walks out to greet Demi who was lying across her bed, "I guess now we wait," she says and lays down across Demi's lap.
"So, while we wait. . ." Demi sifts her fingers through Miley's smooth locks, staring down at her best friend, "you want to explain to me what exactly happened between you and Nick before you came back?"
"I think you already know," Miley says, her cheeks flustering into a crimson rosy hue, "Nick and I weren't really on the same page for the first few days of Thanksgiving. . . I was so distant with everyone, even my dad, and I knew right then that there was something wrong. I could eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think. I uh, thought Nick wouldn't be coming to visit me like he had promised all those years for my birthday, so I decided to celebrate by myself. . . I'm not sure what happened, but the next day, I woke up naked with Nick by my side, naked as well," her cheeks flush again.
"Kids," Demi scoffs a bit as a soft giggle leaves Miley's lips and she nods, wanting her to continue.
"He apologized, but I felt so embarrassed that he had to see me the way he did and I just avoided him, rejecting him every time he came over and tried to explain. I was just so afraid, but then a few days before he and I had to leave to come back to college, I was going to go for a walk, but he met me at the door and followed after me and things sort of just turned around and we were okay again. We made love with each other over and over and over—"
"I get it," Demi scrunches her face in disgust, "please go on."
Miley laughs, but the laughter quickly dissolves as she continues her story, "then he told me he just wanted us to be friends and it was like my heart had been stomped on all over again and I couldn't take it and I accused him of not loving me, which was probably the stupidest thing I had ever done, but he said that he truly did love me and I guess that was enough, but now all of this, and I don't know what I'm going to do if I am pregnant," she rubs her hand over her face, groaning into it.
"Don't assume, Mi. You don't know what's going to happen until you see what the results are from the test," Demi continues to lace her fingers through Miley's hair, giving her a sympathetic smile, "for all we know, this could be a pregnancy scare," she tells her reassuringly.
Mikayla drops a few knocks onto Nick's door, glancing around as she spots Jake walking down the hallway, "open the door, Nick. . . open the door," she mumbles to herself, growing a bit more fidgety.
"Hey, I didn't know—"
Mikayla practically runs insides and pushes Nick away from the door being slamming it close, "that was really close," she sighs a breath of relief and sets the box of pizza onto Nick's desk.
"Hello to you too, weird one." Nick laughs and walks back over to his bed, pulling the laptop into his lap.
Mikayla rests a hand on her hip, "you're not still aren't web-camming people right now, are you?" she asks.
"No, mother, I'm working on this stupid research paper that I would've finished days ago if someone here would've let me glance at theirs," Nick huffs out.
"Right, glancing as in copying," Mikayla rolls her eyes, "why don't you take a rest and eat pizza?" she asks, lifting the lid up a bit as she takes in the aroma of pizza, "mhm, fat." She picks a slice up, passing it along from her left to right hand as she blows onto it lightly before taking a small bite.
"As much as I want to, I have to finish this first. Why exactly are you here, except to bring me some food?" Nick wonders, typing away before pressing the backspace button a few times.
"I came to pick up your laundry," Mikayla mumbles limply before taking another bite of her pizza.
Nick breaks out into a contagious laugh, snorting a bit as he looks over at Mikayla who was glaring at him, "it wasn't my fault you made the stupid bet," he chuckles once more and looks over at the page on his bed, "I really hate this paper."
Mikayla's eyes light up, "how about I write your research paper for you?" She suggests.
"What's the catch?" Nick's luscious chocolate marbles glaze over to look at Mikayla.
"There is so catch!" Mikayla says in defense.
"Knowing you, there is." Nick counters.
"If I write your research paper, I get let off the hook for doing your laundry."
"No deal."
"Come on," Mikayla walks over to where Nick is sprawled across his bed and peeks over, looking at his laptop screen, "you only have like 2 pages done. . . at this rate, you won't be finished until morning time."
Knowing Mikayla was right, Nick groans and sighs, "fine." He moves his laptop off of his lap and hands it to her, "get it back here by 6 tomorrow morning." He says.
"Yes!" Mikayla pumps her fist in the air, "just leave your laptop on your bed. I'll get it on my way out," she begins to dance around, "I am SO happy I don't have to touch your sports gear."
"Yeah, yeah," Nick stretches a little, his limbs relaxing as he gets up from his bed and walks over to the box of pizza, grabbing two large slices and takes a good size bite.
Mikayla stops dancing and finishes off her pizza, chewing as her head tilts to the side, noticing the various duffle bugs that Nick had out, "where are you going?" she inquires.
"Huh?" Nick asks with his mouth full, turning to look at her.
Mikayla nods towards the duffle bags, "are you moving out or something?"
"No, I'm just getting packed and stuff to go visit Miley and my dad again for New Year's," Nick explains as he takes another good sized bite of pizza, swiping his hand across his face.
"There's napkins over there," Mikayla points out as she rolls her eyes at Nick's boyish manners, "and oh, so, you'll be gone for New Years?" she asks in disappointment. She and Nick had spent New Years together since they had met each other Freshman year.
"No, I'll be here New Year's day, but my flight leaves New Year's night," Nick explains, grabbing a handful of napkins and smushing them over his face.
"Ugh," Mikayla walks over and grabs the handful of napkins away from him, dropping a few of them onto the table and grabbing one, wiping it over Nick's lips, "why must you complicate everything?" She laughs, looking into his soft eyes.
Nick sticks his tongue out at her and moves his face away from the napkin, "thanks. . . and why are you asking so many questions? Is someone going to miss me while I'm gone?" he teases with a grin.
"No!" Mikayla immediately says.
"You could always come with me, you know," Nick shrugs lazily at his own suggestion.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean if you want," Nick adds in.
"Uhm, yeah, sure!" Mikayla answers bluntly. "I mean, I've been wanting to meet Miley ever since you showed me that ring you were going to give her," she beams gleefully.
"Yeah, the ring. . ." Nick utters in a whisper, his eyes moving around to spot the velvet box sitting beside the pizza box.
Noting Nick's change of voice, Mikayla's smile falters a bit as well, "sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up—"
"No, it's not your fault. It's my own fault," Nick chuckles out weakly. "Who knows . . . maybe I'll be able to ask her this time for sure on this trip," he shrugs once more.
"Yeah, hopefully," Mikayla whispers, another strange feeling panging at her heart.
"Enough of this depressing mood," Nick shakes his head a bit, his eyes landing on his laptop, "someone has a research paper to write," he says with a smug smile.
"Ugh, shut up." Mikayla rolls her eyes, but a bright smile etches itself onto her face.
"What's this beeping noise I keep hearing?" Demi asks as she and Miley quiet down to listen.
"The test!" Miley scrambles off of Demi and leaps up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she makes a beeline towards the bathroom.
"Jesus, don't hurt yourself in there, Miley!" Demi laughs as she gets up and walks into the bathroom as well. She notices Miley staring intently at the test and she leans against the doorway, "what does it say?" she asks in a whisper.
"I'm. . ."
a/n: WHOA. Such a soon update? So, I'm not really sure where this plot is going anymore because I honestly don't know what I want to happen, haha, but I sort of have a picture of what I want to happen, but I have a feeling that it won't come out the way I want it to because honestly, this is not how I wanted the story to turn out, but that always happens to me and my stories, but whatever I choose to happen to Miley in the next chapter is what is gonna sculpt the rest of the plot, so yay, touch decision for me. Do you think she's pregnant or no? Haha, now. . . I'm just rambling, so uhm, reviews? Haha, I'm hoping for another update by Monday. :)