A/n: I don't know what I did differently last chapter… maybe it was the time I posted it? I don't know… but I got rapid fire, lengthy reviews and just wow. I was really surprised! Thank you all so much! It means a lot! :D

I'm pretty sure the end of the deal is coming up… BUT NOT THE END OF THE STORY! XD

So let's take a look at the official Vamoosing Hearts timeline…

Week 1: first party and make out sesh and discovering Nick's hidden talent

Week 2: more makin out… Nick claims Miley.. ;D… skipping school… star gazing and shopping!

Week 3: fooling around… a lot… and during school hours ;D then being stood up…

Week 4: insecurity, diet pills, angry Nick… and well you'll see…. xD

Uhm, I get a little detailed down below. Just warning ya!

Don't hate me…

I'm such a tease.

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 11 Part 1

I'm not proud of the whole diet pill escapade that I went on. Okay? To be honest, I cringe thinking about it. I can't believe I stooped down to something like that for Nick. Shouldn't you wanna be with someone that likes you the way you are? Hmph.

I followed through with my plans to hang out with Demi and Sel Monday night, skipping out on Nick's invite. Who did he think he was? Dinner with his parents? Not after you declined my multiple invites, buddy.

I could see that Nick was getting impatient with me and my actions. He drove me to school on Tuesday and Wednesday but I went home with Demi and Sel both days. He ended up stopping by Wednesday night… leaving me in complete and utter confusion.

He knocked on my window and I opened it, smiling to see him. He hadn't spent the night since Thursday and I missed him.

"Hey," he greeted me and smiled.

"Hi!" I said enthusiastically, his smile faltering. Why didn't I notice this before?

"I'm glad you're here… I was afraid you'd be off with Demi and Selena," he stated and I followed him as he sat on my bed.

"They just dropped me off about a half hour ago," I explained and he sighed.

"Of course." He looked down and then turned to me. "I feel like we've barely talked to each other since Friday," he said and I winced at remembering Friday.

"Well I just thought it would be appropriate for me to really befriend your friends… you know?" If that even made sense.

"Uh yeah… Sure." I looked at him, chewing on my bottom lip anxiously, watching as he watched me. After a few seconds his jaw clenched and he turned his head away from me.

"What's new?" I asked, not noticing his aggravation.

He turned to me and sighed angrily. "Nothing," he said bitterly. "Just been hanging with the guys… had lots of time to work on my art lately…" He trailed off.

"Oh cool. Selena and I have been going to the gym and shit… and Demi invited me to her dad's recording studio next weekend. Did you know her dad had a studio? I had no idea! I mean how cool is that? She has like hundreds of demos and shit. So awesome," I babbled on, my hands fidgeting with each other frantically.

I couldn't fucking control my actions. It was those damn pills. When I said something to Selena about the side effects I was having she brushed it off and said that she had the same effects her first few days. So I took it as nothing.

I just wanted to be Nick's type. Dammit.

His hand suddenly landed on mine, stopping their movements.

"Would you cut that out," he demanded through gritted teeth. I moved my hands from under his and sat on them.

I gaped at him. "S-s-sorry." He sighed and seemed to relax after a minute. "So did you know Demi thought she was pregnant with Joe's baby last month? Crazy stuff right there. Thank God she wasn't. What a mess that would've been," I didn't know what was wrong with me. I just kept talking about this dumb shit. He clearly had no interest in any of it… well now that I look back on it. When I was telling him this information I didn't seem to realize him running his hands through his hair and tugging at it in aggravation several times.

He turned to me, wide eyed. "Oh my god," he muttered. I ignored it.

"Joe didn't even know. Still to this day he doesn't. Did you know that?" I asked him and he tensed next to me, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yeah… actually I did know that," he spoke through tight lips.

"That would've been a shame though if she was. I mean, she's on speed. You can't be on that shit and have a baby… Ridiculous, right?" I bit my lip and looked at him, waiting for a response.

"Yep."

"Shit, I don't feel good. And I have a killer head ache. Hmm… oh well," I mumbled to myself.

"Well maybe I should go," he started to get up but I pulled him down.

"No! We can have some fuuun…" I trailed off, he remained seated, watching as my hands flew to his waist, lifting his shirt just above his jeans. I put my hand on his belt buckle and smirked as it seemed to get his attention. I quickly pulled my hand away and stood up. "After I take something for this stomach ache," I finished and he stood up in a hurry.

"You know what… I actually have some… stuff… to do. So… I'm gonna go," he said awkwardly and I didn't try to stop him.

Now that I think back… I'm glad I didn't try to stop him.

I was a fucking fool.

On Friday we were doing a lab in chemistry. It was some stupid thing with graphite and acids. Not really important, considering I don't remember any of it.

I was having a little difficulty getting the graphite out of the jar with the tweezers. Sue me.

"Give me that," Nick huffed, snatching the tweezers from my shaking hands.

Moving violently, he plucked a piece out of the jar and put it in the petri dish.

"Whoa. Check you out, Ripper," I giggled. Daggers met my eyes.

"Jack the Ripper isn't really someone to laugh at," he muttered.

"Are you excited about the party tonight?" I asked casually.

He stared at me for a second. "You have a clump of mascara right here," he told me and pointed at my face.

Jackass.

I didn't communicate with him about anything that didn't have to do with graphite and HCl after that.

What a great last week together… right?

Now I'm going to be completely honest with you. I don't remember that Friday night as much as I hoped I would.

Demi, Selena and I arrived together at Justin's house. I didn't understand why Nick hated him so much. He was… sweet.

We had gotten ready at Selena's kick ass mansion which was just down the street from where Justin lived. That way we didn't have to drive.

I was sporting a short skirt, where if I wasn't on those pills I would have been too insecure to wear. But it showed my legs off hella nice.

"Heeeey Miley!" I smiled at the boy greeting me as I walked through the door.

"Hey Jake! I didn't know you were coming tonight," I stated and he laughed.

"This is supposed to be the biggest party of the year! I wouldn't miss it for anything… even though you being here might have something to do with my presence." Oh Jake. I applaud you for trying, but I just wasn't interested.

I kind of nodded and laughed nervously before veering off with Demi and Selena to meet up with their boys.

"Ladies! Come, have a drink!" Joe led us to the kitchen and handed the three of us shots of something.

Whatever the hell it was… it was disgusting. Remember the first time I got drunk? Yeah, and how I said I would never do it again.

I lied.

But these high school kids love pressure.

Two shots later and a beer in hand and that's when it all become foggy. I slightly remember Demi and Joe pouring Jager down my throat… but that's the last of it.

I'm drawing a blank.

That scares the fucking shit out of me.

I found myself waking up in a strange room the next morning. It took me a second to realize where I was but I sighed contently when I saw Nick lying next to me. Fully clothed.

He was staring at me calmly and my heart melted.

I brushed off my inner feelings and slightly laughed. "That's the third time in a month that I've woken up and not known where I was," I said.

"I know that feeling," he said quietly, still watching me.

"I'm afraid to ask, but…what happened?" I bit my bottom lip, scared to hear it. The facts that I didn't and still don't remember what happened that night is quite terrifying.

"Your empty stomach didn't like the diet pills and liquor you were feeding it."

I groaned and placed her hands over my eyes. I threw up. Shit.

"But you really liked molesting that Twinkie that Selena gave you…"

My hands fell from my face in confusion and I winced. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know."

"Did I do anything else? Say anything I shouldn't have?"

I tried my best to get a fucking clue, but nothing. I waited for his reply patiently.

"No. I brought you up here and you passed out pretty quickly."

I inhaled deeply and nodded, staring up at the ceiling.

"I want you to stop taking those pills," Nick blurted out randomly.

I turned slowly towards him and blinked. "What? Why?" Those pills were making him finally want me… well I thought so.

Sitting up, he leaned over me so that he was all I had in my line of sight. "It's poison. You're completely different on them. They make you sick…they make Selena sick. She's been in the hospital before because she thought she was having a heart attack…do you need me to continue?"

Wow. Out of all the things Selena and Demi shared with me… they somehow left that out.

I shook my head at him. No need to continue.

"And I want you to spend the rest of the weekend with me. You won't feel good…and I want to make sure you're okay. The deal ends Monday…"

"You sure want a lot of stuff," I whispered.

"I know. And I'm asking nicely."

"You're not asking at all. You're demanding. Like always…" I shook my head and sighed… you'd think that I'd be the one owing him considering he saved my life eight years ago...

"Fine," he says, sitting up and placing his hands on mine. "Miley? Will you please stop trying to kill yourself with Selena's diet pills? And will you please spend the next two days with me before we 'break up'?"

I smiled a little and rolled my eyes. "I've already lost six pounds, you know…"

"I really don't care," he breathed out and shook his head. "I'd rather you be alive than dead and scrawny."

"You've changed," I whispered, thinking back to when we younger… and then just three weeks ago.

He squeezed my hands. "You, too." Ugh! He just didn't get it!

I huffed exaggeratedly and moved my hands to my hair. "Fine. I guess I can hang out with you. Since you're such a beggar…" I teased.

"Oh, see? You're trying to make me look like a loser, begging you to hang out with me…" He suddenly stopped talking and I suspected that he realized what he had said. Well I did too… and to be honest, it didn't faze me because… well..

"The best ones are always worth begging for," I stated.

There was a moment of silence. Where we just kind of gazed into each other's eyes. Not romantically… it was… I don't know. Intense. We were studying each other.

He was looking all cute and sleepy. His hair was out of place and he had very light bags under his chocolate eyes. He smelt like Axe and I just wanted to run my hands through his soft hair and pull his head towards mine, connecting his soft lips to mine in a hot and passionate kiss.

"Maybe you should take a shower before we go? That way you won't be so…uh…noticeable when you get home." His voice broke my thoughts.

"I feel like shit, so that's probably a good idea. It's the mother of all hangovers…" I looked down and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and underwear only. Shit… I didn't even know what to think… but I was assuming nothing that big of a deal happened because I didn't feel like anything life changing happened while I was in my underwear. So I just kind of nodded and rolled off the mattress towards the bathroom.

Ew. How in the hell did Nick take me seriously while I was looking like this? My hair was a bird's nest. My face was in awful condition. Red. Smeared makeup running from my eyes down my cheeks. It looked like I was… crying. I don't even know.

I looked like a clown.

I showered quickly and found a new toothbrush in the cabinet, along with some tooth paste, a comb and fresh towels.

Justin's parents are very… ample.

It wasn't until I went to get dressed when I realized that I didn't know where the hell my clothes were. Clearly, they weren't in the bathroom… I sighed and held the towel closer around my body and opened the door.

Nick's head snapped up in my direction and his eyes widened momentarily, moving down my body slowly.

"Uhm, would you happen to know where my clothes are?" His eyes met mine in a hurry and I held myself back from a smirk, pulling my lips in between my teeth and raising my eyebrows.

"Oh, uhm, right here," he said and bent down picking my clothes up off the floor. He balled my shirt and skirt up and tossed them to me.

My towel almost slipped.

I hurriedly got dressed and couldn't find an elastic, so my hair would just have to stay down to dry naturally.

Nick and I left without a word to each other. I kind of gaped at the scene downstairs. There were teenagers passed out on the couches and floor. Red solo cups dominated the counter tops and tables. There were empty cans and bottles… I sent my luck to Justin and his buds that were already cleaning as we left.

We drove to my house in silence. My head hurt really bad and though the shower helped a little bit, I still felt like shit.

"Do you wanna come in?" I asked softly as I unbuckled my seat belt. He stared at my house warily and took a deep breath before nodding and unbuckling his seat belt.

We walked inside and I took notice that no one was home. Marissa left a note on my bedroom door saying that my dad got called in for overtime and she was staying with Patrick for the night.

"Looks like we're alone for the day… and night," I said, opening my door. He was right behind me. Unusually close. I could feel his breath on my neck as he placed his hand on my waist. When he didn't answer me I turned slightly, only to be met with his face, unexpectedly close.

"I mean… that is if you wanted to stay, of course," I breathed out, surprised by his closeness.

"I already said I wanted to spend the weekend with you…"

My back was to his chest and my head was turned to the right, his face was centimeters away from mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his lips graze mine ever so slightly. And then they were gone.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and he stepped back, his hand falling from my waist.

"You should eat something," he said and my head fell. For a second, I thought we were almost back to the way we were before he stood me up.

"Right."

"Let me make you something to eat," he said and I nodded unwillingly, following him down the stairs, to the kitchen.

He made grilled cheese… I could have done that. But the gesture was sweet. We were sitting at the island in my kitchen. He was eating a few chips and watched me eat. I wasn't that hungry… but I gagged it all down for him.

"Miley remember the first party we went to together, and you made it clear that you weren't a virgin?" I didn't know where this was going, so I just nodded numbly. "How er… when did you lose your virginity?" Kind of personal… but his curiosity on the topic peaked my curiosity on his sudden interest.

"Wow… uhm, that's personal…" I said shyly and he shook his head.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to… I was just… wondering."

I nodded and took a deep breath. What the hell.

"Uhm… I was fifteen." He was all ears. "Aha…" I laughed nervously. "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this…" I glanced at him and saw his expression showed he was being patient and understanding… but also worried.

Nick was my best childhood friend. He changed my life in the best way possible… I could only wonder… if he remembered me… would he still want to know this?

"He was my first serious boyfriend. It was good for a while…"

"The sex? Or…" I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"No… Relationships aren't only about sex, you know… Oh, but you wouldn't know, now would you?"

"Ooh," he pretended to be insulted and bit his lip to keep from smiling. "Sorry, I won't interrupt."

"His name was Jesse… It's kind of cliché... my thoughts, I mean. Every girl wants their first time to be with someone they love… well, we don't always get what we want, now do we?"

"You didn't love him?" No because I love you, you idiot. I was crushing on you since you dragged me from your muddy yard eight years ago. But you don't even remember me, you infuriating, beautiful, teenage boy.

I shook my head and blinked back tears. He wouldn't understand.

"I thought I did at the time… but I was just kidding myself…" Because you were always there in the back of my mind… I wanted to say it… but I bit my tongue.

"So what happened?"

"He used to climb up to my balcony…" I saw him tense up. "And one day I was lonely, so I called him up. He came over… climbed the tree up to my room and it just happened."

"Just like me," Nick said, I assume he was talking about the climbing tree part.

"No. Not just like you. Because unlike him, Nick, you actually care… at least you act like you do. Jesse… he… we broke up right after. I gave him everything… and in return I got nothing." I explained and he looked at me sympathetically, placing his hand over mine.

"I guess that's why last Friday night hurt so much… I-," I couldn't even finish, his lips were soon on my own and I reacted quickly, fingering his curly hair and tugging at it fiercely.

This was not slow and romantic. This was hot, heavy… and needy. Because this was it. We both knew it. After the weekend… it was over. I had gained the popularity and the friends… just like I convinced him I wanted… but would I ever get him?

Nick pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him and his hands moved about my body. He tugged on my bottom lip and slipped his hands under my shirt. I couldn't help but grind myself into him as I felt his fingers dance along my stomach.

I still remember it all.

His scent. His taste. The way he looked at me when I pulled back for air. The feel of his lips crashing onto mine and the burning sensation he left everywhere he moved his hands.

He stood up, lifting me onto the counter to sit and he stood in between my legs, resting his hands on my thighs.

The electricity running through my body was overwhelming. His hands made their way under my shirt again and they flew to my chest quickly. I let out an unexpected moan and he gripped my breasts slowly, causing me to squeeze my legs around his waist tighter. He made this insanely sexy grunting sound and began to lift my shirt off my head.

"Not down here," I mumbled against his lips and he lifted me off the counter eagerly, placing my feet on the floor. His body was pressing my lower back into the counter and I had to force myself into him so I wasn't against the edge to hard. He seemed to have caught on and backed up a little, placing his hands on my ass and pulling me closer to him, if it were even possible.

My hands grazed up his chest and rested on his shoulders as one of his moved up my back and into my hair. I pulled away and threw my head back, loving the feel of his hot lips grazing across my neck. I groaned at the contact and pushed him backwards, out of the kitchen. He hit the doorframe with his back and retuned his lips to mine. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, in between my willing lips and I mimicked the movement, moaning softly into his mouth while his hands continued their descent down my back.

We eventually made it up to my room, hardly breaking contact from each other and I pressed him up against the door after kicking it shut. I tugged at his shirt and ran my hands down his chest then back up and entangled them in his hair.

The mood kind of calmed down as he began to walk me towards my bed, and lightly forced me down when the back of my knees hit the edge. He remained standing, looking my body over and I watched in anticipation as he licked his lips before kneeling on either side of me. He hovered over me and I looked into his lust crazed eyes. I had no idea what was about to happen.

Nick's eyes shifted to my lips then back to my eyes and I studied his features as he seemed to be indecisive about something. Despite everything we did prior to that moment, he was becoming very hesitant. I allowed my hand to stroke his face and I smiled briefly at him and bit my lip. He leaned towards me and my eyes fluttered shut, only to open again once I felt him slightly pull back. I then looked him in the eyes, waiting for his to meet mine and once they did, he slowly leaned towards me and our lips met softly. He barely pulled away, then kissed me again and took my bottom lip between his teeth. His lips trailed from the corner of my mouth, down my jaw and neck and then he slid down my body until his head was at my thighs.

I shivered at the thought of what was about to come.

Ha, pun unintended.

I leaned up onto my elbows and watched Nick as he pushed my skirt up a little. He didn't have to push it up by much… damn it was short.

Nick's hands were shaking as they traveled down the outside of my thighs and across my knees. Placing gentle kisses in the wake of his touch, he settled onto his knees in front of the bed. I watched breathlessly as his mouth lowered to my skin time and time again, creating goose bumps and moisture with each breath he exhaled.

My vision tunneled and I could only see him, tracing soft circles over my thighs with his thumbs as his face tilted into my inner thigh and he ran his smooth chin across my hypersensitive skin. "Can I kiss you?" He asked against my leg.

"What? Yeah…why…Oh." My mouth was moving and words were coming out but I was at a loss. "Why are you asking?"

His eyes peered up at me and he swallowed thickly. "Because I don't want to force anything on you…"

The ramifications of our actions will be longstanding, it seems.

"Please." It's all I could think to say.

He slowly slipped my underwear off of me and he obliged, pressing a firm kiss to the juncture of my thigh and pelvis. He was so close, but not quite there and the delicious torture was too much for me to handle. I was panting into my hand, but as soon as his mouth settled onto the mound of flesh between my legs, I couldn't help myself, and I let out a strangled groan.

His tongue flicked out gently and I shifted beneath him, the mattress creaking in response. His hand slid up my knee and he pressed it outwards to open me to him more fully and I couldn't help but grip his hair in my fists as his other hand ran inward, his fingers sliding into the slick heat that he's created.

My legs tensed as his fingertips danced delicately along the swollen nerves beneath them before his face moved inward again and I felt his tongue run flatly over my clit. His lips were moving slowly and his tongue was circling as he brought his teeth into the mix and began to suck firmly. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, his fingers were pressing into my entrance and slipping inside, stretching me to fit around him before he pulled them out a little and then slid them back inside.

It was so slow and erotic and I couldn't drop my eyes from watching him move so reverently and lovingly against me, on me, inside of me. He was doing everything right and I could feel the hot burn in my abdomen pulling and drawing my legs up around his shoulders while I dug my hands into his hair and let my head fall back, biting my lip. The fire was making its way down to my toes and I could sense myself losing the battle as he twisted his fingers gently inside of me, his lips brushing against my clit and his thumb pressing into the soft spot just below it.

"Nick," I stuttered and grip his hair so violently I was afraid I'd pull it out, but there was no more control left in my limbs and I folded inward as the intensity hit and I unraveled hard. My reflexes pushed his head away but I felt his hand on top of mine, stopping its movements as I choked on my air under the weight of my orgasm. "Oh…god…" I gasped for air and moaned, my breath in short supply as he lapped lazily at my center.

"Hmm," he hummed and continued to kiss and suck steadily before my body went limp.

Wow, thinking back to that was almost as intense as it was when it happened…

I covered my face with my hands and laughed to myself. I was so confused, I just laughed it off… his mood shifts were killing me.

He wasn't like that for the whole week… then suddenly he decides to eat me out? Okay, Nick… whatever.

I felt his lips kiss the inside of my leg once more before his presence disappeared and suddenly he was lying next to me. I turned on my side and all I had to do was look into his eyes to know what was about to happen.

The smile on my face fell and I shifted closer to him, moving his jaw towards me and connecting our lips. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and he let me in without hesitation. I tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer but I couldn't get the closeness I was looking for so I just rolled on top of him and straddled his hips, kissing him eagerly.

I sat up and pulled him with me, lifting his shirt over his head. I threw it on the floor and quickly reattached our lips. He leaned back slightly, pulling my shirt up and I raised my arms so he could lift it over my head. His hair was untamed and he looked so sexy as his eyes bored into mine. He smiled briefly, glancing at my lips and letting out a sigh. I smiled back and leaned towards him. His lips moved against mine fiercely and I pushed him down on his back. I let my hands graze down his chest and then back up, running them through his hair.

I loved touching his hair.

I pulled my lips from his, tugging at his bottom lip before sliding down his body and kissing the skin right above the button of his jeans. I watched him cautiously as he brought his palms to his eyes then continued to run them through his hair. He let out a groan as I rubbed my palm over his zipper.

He was already hard and it looked fairly painful… so why not help him a bit?

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slowly pulling them down. I could see the anticipation was getting to him because he shifted uncomfortably and slightly sat up, placing his hands on mine and pushing the jeans down. I smiled at his eagerness and palmed him through his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his girth through the fabric and he let out a struggled groan.

"No, Miley…" Nick panted, his fingers tugging at my hair lightly and something along the lines of "I won't last," came out of his mouth.

I listened and moved back to my position of straddling him, kissing him hard, letting our tongues battle. He quickly flipped us over and tugged at my skirt.

Everything started to slow down. My mind was becoming clouded as I felt his fingertips brush against me slightly once my skirt was off.

I was in a bra and he was in boxers. It was really about to happen. I was about to give him everything…

"Are you sure?" He choked out and I caressed his face with my hands. He looked at me with patient, yet somehow eager eyes and I shuddered under his touch as he moved my hair from my face.

Was I? I thought to myself… I couldn't do this… what if it turned into another Jesse situation? What if after we "break up" he didn't want me? I'd put myself on that rope one too many times… I couldn't do it again… I couldn't.

It would've broken me.

"You're shaking," he whispered nervously and I swallowed hard, biting my tongue. I didn't even realize it until he said something. "Miles," his voice was worried and he kissed my lips gently. He pulled back after a second and looked at me for an answer.

I couldn't bring myself to speak. I opened my mouth, no words came out. Nothing. So I silently shook my head and looked at him warily. His head dropped into the crook of my neck and he kissed my shoulder.

"Sorry," was the only word I could manage to say and it was barely audible.

"It's fine," he mumbled against my skin, but it wasn't. I was just kidding myself… again. Allowing myself to get caught in the moment….

I slipped my fingers under the band of his boxers and slipped them down. He watched me critically as I curled my fingers around him, causing him to grunt and his whole body to stiffen.

He stayed the night, having to hide in my closet once my dad came in to check on me… but he stayed. And that was all that mattered because I feared that it would've been the last time.

I was afraid that things would be completely different because I had gotten what I wanted. I got the popularity and the friends.

But I wasn't so sure that I would have him.

Q: Ever been so sure of something and then when the opportunity is there you change your mind and back out?