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-Jenna x

Miley's Point Of View:

My eyes fluttered open on the sunny Saturday morning. I yawned and stretched out my arms, flexing my fingers. Both my parents were at work. I wrapped my dressing gown around me and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. I made myself some toast and accidently burnt it until it was black. I grimaced as I saw the burnt breakfast and started again, planting another slice of bread into the toaster. I tried to make myself think about something other than Nick Gray. I'd cried myself to sleep over him. The way he'd told me: "I feel protective of you" rang in my head. I was happy that he felt he needed to protect me, because, someone needed to! But, it was all of the other things he'd said that made me want to cry.

My phone started to vibrate on the counter. I didn't notice it at first, as I was to wound up in my thoughts. However, I caught it just when it was about to fall off the edge.

"Good Mornin'!" Mitchie sang down the phone line.

"Hey" I giggled, "What's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to see if you were okay" Mitchie told me, "I tried to ring you yesterday after school but you wouldn't answer."
I cringed.

"Oh…sorry. I was out" I mumbled, spreading jam over my toast.

"Oh" Mitchie muttered.

"So…how's you and Joe?" I asked.

Mitchie fired into conversation, describing their latest date in such detail I felt as if I was there. If only I had a date…

Nick's Point Of View:

"Hey, Nicky" Selena giggled from her side of the phone line.

"Hey, beautiful" I yawned.

"I just wanted to ring and see if you wanted to go on a date tonight…?"

"Sure, sure!" I agreed, pulling on my jeans.

"What time?" she asked.

"Around 7?" I asked.

"Sure! Sounds great. Oh, I better go. Cya!" And she was gone.

Joe burst through my bedroom door.

"Hey Nick!" He smiled.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" I asked angrily.

"Sorry…" Joe sighed, walking out of my bedroom. He knocked on the door again.

"Who is it?" I asked playfully.

"It's Bob!"

"Who?" I asked.

Joe cam in again and sat next to me.

"So…are you going to hang with her again today…for me?" Joe asked hopefully.

"I've told you about what happened last night…I don't want to hurt her, Joe!" I sighed.

"Come on, Nick!" Joe begged, "Please…?"

"No" I said firmly.

"Hang out with her or…Mr. Cuddles gets a haircut!" Joe threatened.

"No! I mean…okay…I'll hang with her" I said as I grabbed Mr. Cuddles, my bear which I'd got when I was 4.

"That's my boy" Joe smiled.

I got dressed and walked over to Miley's house. I felt evil for telling her that I had to stay away from her, but I did feel like I had to protect her.

I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Miley's Point Of View:

I jumped when I heard the doorbell. I sighed, I wasn't even dressed yet. My mind was still filled with Nick. And when I opened the door, he was there. He stared at me oddly, looking me up and down. I looked down at myself and blushed.

"I'm sorry I didn't get ready…I didn't know you were coming!" I muttered, moving aside so he could come in, "Are you coming in?" I asked.

Nick nodded and awkwardly walked in. I took him into the living room and switched on the T.V.

"Put whatever you want on, I'm just going to get ready" I grinned, so happy he had come to see me that my voice was turning squeaky.

I ran up the stairs and opened my closet. I put on some short shorts, and a white top. I checked myself in the mirror…I looked really pretty. The shorts made my legs look nice and long, and the plain white top flattered my upper figure.

Nick stared at me when I got downstairs and sat down across from him.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, smiling.

Nick shook his head, "No, no. It's just you look really nice today…"

"Thank you!" I smiled, playing with my hair.

Nick sighed and held the rim of his nose with his thumb and fore finger. He sighed, took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just…didn't want you to want more of me so you could…be hurt more"

"No, don't be sorry" I said soothingly, "I don't mind."

Nick shrugged and leaned back on the couch.

I stud up, "Do you want anything? A drink? Something to eat?" I asked politely.

Nick thought for a moment, "Um…are you having anything?"

"I'm having some toast. Do you want some?" I asked.

"Yes, please; I skipped breakfast. If you don't mind…" he mumbled.

I giggled and walked into the kitchen. I made him some toast and started to spread some jam on his toast, and then, a huge, burning pain ran through my finger. I screamed out load in pain. I looked at it, it was dripping with blood. I felt the nausea coming on…I hated the look, the smell, and the feel of blood. I'd cut myself with the knife while I was doing Nick's toast. Nick ran in and examined my finger.

"Miley, are you alright?!" he asked, worried.

I was too weak to reply.

He kissed my finger and looked into my eyes, "Better?" he asked hopefully.

His kiss had made me weak.

Darkness.

-Later: 1 PM-

Nick's Point Of View:

I watched Miley as she lay asleep on the couch. As soon as she'd fainted, I'd took her to my house and my mom suggested—after several minutes on hysterical screaming and crying—that we let her sleep on our couch until she woke up. I'd been watching her sleep for 4 hours. Occasionally, she would say my name. I was strangely amazed to watch her sleep. I didn't know why she would say only my name, though, and nobody else's.

"Nick…" Joe said quietly, "Hey!"

I looked up at him, "Hi" I mumbled, then my gaze travelled back to Miley.

Joe gasped as he looked at the huge cut on Miley's finger.

"What…what happened?" Joe asked, whispering.

"She was putting some jam on toast with a knife…and then she screamed and I ran in and I saw her and I kissed her finger, and then she fainted!" I whispered back.

Joe raised and eyebrow, "Kissed?" he inquired.

"No, it wasn't like that." I told him angrily rolling my eyes, "I just wanted her to stop crying…I wanted her to be okay…"

"N-Nick…" Miley whispered in her sleep, she stirred and my gaze fixed on her.

"Nick…" she mumbled again, her voice scared, "Help, Nick."

"Miley…" I muttered, I stared at her a while, she was shaking in her sleep.

"It looks like she's having a nightmare" Joe shrugged.

I got up slowly and quietly and knelt down in front of the couch Miley was sleeping on. I took a deep breath and stroked her cheek with my hand.

"Nick." She breathed happily, it seemed that her nightmare was over now.

I didn't look away from Miley, but I listened to Joe ramble on about Mitchie.

"Just call her" I suggested.

"Yes, but if I call her she might think I'm a clingy boyfriend" Joe sighed, turning on the TV.

"Turn the TV down! You're going to wake Miley up!" I growled.

Joe rolled his eyes, "Yes, sir" and turned the volume down to 3 bars.

"Is Miley alright?" My mom asked.

I nodded.

"Let me see" my mom urged, sitting next to me.

I noticed she had a wet flannel, a plaster and some pain killers. (A/N: As in: tablets for pain ;))

"What are those for?" I asked nervously, pointing to her 'first-aid kit'.

"I'm going to try and patch Miley's finger up while she's asleep so it might not hurt her as much" my mom said smoothly, "It's lucky I'm a nurse!"

I felt anxious, I didn't want Miley hurt, "How much will it hurt?" I asked.

"A lot, the cut is deep in her finger" mom sighed.

"Try not to hurt her" I blurted out.

My mom raised an eyebrow.

I looked down sheepishly.

Mom placed the wet flannel over Miley's wounded finger slowly, trying not to hurt her like I'd asked. Miley's eyes fluttered open, and a scream escaped her mouth. My heart started to beat faster, her eyes were wide open with pain. I couldn't speak. Mom gestured for my to back away, so I did.

"Nick!" Miley screamed, her voice was cracking, it was shaky.

I ran over to her at once, knelt down beside my mom, and grabbed onto Miley's other hand. Mom tried to put some cleaning stuff in the wound, and Miley screamed out in pain again, she squeezed my hand tight. She bit her lip, trying to stop her screams from coming out. Mom wrapped the flannel around Miley's wound.

"Shh, it's okay Miley, it's going to be alright. Nick's here. He's here" Mom soothed her, but Miley was still breathing quickly and shakily.

I stroked her bad hand with my thumb gently, she quivered a little, but seemed delighted at my touch. My fingers travelled up her arm, making her giggle a little, and stopped at her face. I stroked her face gently with my hand again, and she smiled warmly. Her eyes slowly closed. Both of us were unaware that my mom and Joe were staring at us.

I took my hand away from Miley's face quickly and blushed. Joe and mom had their eyebrows raised curiously; I shrugged and looked back down at Miley.

Joe's Point Of View:

Okay, what I'd just witnessed something which I thought could never happen. Nick; comforting Miley. He had stroked her injured hand, worked his fingers all the way up to her face and stroked it gently. And through it all, he had this weird face. Like by the way he was looking at her it was as if he'd jump in front of Miley if a bullet was coming towards her. Like; if someone was about to hurt her, he'd kill them. As if Miley belonged to him. It was so weird. And Miley was smiling at him, in a weak, but pleasant way. I could feel the connection of them both across the room. Nick was kneeling beside Miley as if he was her bodyguard. I watched in amazement as he stroked her injured hand with his thumb gently, bringing a smile to her lips.

"Nick," Mom said quietly when Miley finally fell asleep, "You should get some fresh air. Let Miley be alone for a while".

Nick sighed and got up.

I walked with him to the back yard.

"Toucy, much?" I chucked.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, before today you wouldn't dream of talking to Miley and now you're acting like if anyone hurts her, you'd…you'd kill them." I inquired.

Nick shrugged.

"Oh…is this about the whole 'protective' thing?" I asked, curiously.

"Yes" Nick nodded.

"Wow…you feel that protective of her?" I gasped.

Nick sighed and nodded. He sat down the porch swing and sighed.

"I know, I know. It's stupid. But when she was saying my name in her sleep…I just felt like I needed to be there for her, no matter what."

I nodded.

"Like the promise you made 5 years ago?" I asked, making Nick's head spring up.

"How do you know about that?" he snapped.

"Miley told me. And when she did, she was upset. Trust me, like, she was crying non-stop." I told him.

Nick bit his lower lip as a gust of guilt powered through his body.

"I…I didn't mean to brake it" he sighed.

"I know you didn't, but…you did" I said.

Nick bit his lip.

"Yeah, I know that. I have to go" Nick mumbled, walking into the house.

"Why are you leaving? Don't you want to see if Miley's okay?" I asked.

"Just tell her I said I'll see her tomorrow. I need to go to Selena's" I said.

"But I though your date wasn't until 7…" I inquired.

"It's not…but I need to see her. I think I was being a bit full on to Miley. I just wanted her to be happy in a best friend way. Not…the other way." He muttered.

"Oh…well I think she's took it the wrong way Nick." I mumbled.

"Yes…maybe she has. That's why I have to leave and see Selena. I'll figure some way to fix this. So she wont…you know…fall for me or whatever!"

"Nick, it was your fault. You took this too far. You were getting all touchy-feely with her and…well…" I scoffed.

Nick sighed, waved once, and disappeared out the door.

I didn't know how he was going to fix this, but he better have a good way of doing so!