I'm sorry this has took soooo long but I didn't write anything over xmas. I had loads of plans for this chapter hoping it would be about 5000 words but it just kept being shortened down to make it worth anything.

I hope it's still decent though.

Enjoy :)

Miley POV

He leans forward to kiss me and I lean forward to kiss him back. Our lips meet and I deepen it almost right away. This is like when we first got together, the roughness and pure animalistic passion that we had.

When we put a label on ourselves that passion simmered down a little. It was there but not as much, when we were dating it was more gentle and there was more emotion in our physicality but when we were just sex friends it was all about the sex and getting to know each other. It's weird to explain it. I guess the best way would be to say that before he became my boyfriend, we were all over each other like five times a day and then we started dating and it went down to once a day. It was still fun though.

We're still kissing when I start moving back to the back seat and he follows me and we start making out in the back of his car.

'You never could resist me', I laugh and he lifts his head from kissing my neck and looks at me

'What?', he's pissed.

'Just stating a fact. You're so easy to manipulate',

'So you're using me?',

'No, I was testing you',

'Why?',

'I don't know, to see if it would work',

'Why do girls think I'm so easy to control? I'm not some little puppet', he says leaning back to the other side of the car, he's not so much pissed anymore, maybe just a little...hurt? And I did that. Gosh I'm such an idiot.

'Nick, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be this upset. It was meant to be a joke', I explain

'Yeah well... Some jokes hurt Miley', he mumbles and I feel really bad.

'I'm sorry. I didn't think you were this sensitive',

'I'm not but you don't need to go around offending people and using their weaknesses against them',

'You're right, I'm sorry. Come here', I smile and he leans over again and I kiss him.

'If it helps I can't resist you either', I whisper to him and he chuckles into my neck before kissing me again.

'Okay, so... what do we do now?', we've spent the last hour making out in the back of his car. Now it's getting late and we're sitting in a car on the side of the road, maybe it is a good idea to go somewhere else.

'Remember that thing we did for my birthday?', I smirk and I see him realize what I mean and shake his head

'Never gonna happen again Miles!',

'Why not?', I laugh

'One tattoo is enough, my mom went ape when I got this', he groans.

I can't believe he won't even come and get another tattoo. He doesn't have to get anything huge, I just know how much he enjoyed it the last time, although last time was me scarring his skin and not a professional. I gave us matching tattoos on my birthday, they were both in each other's handwriting which I thought was sentimental. They said 'You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, I'll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds'. I thought it was cute. It's cute, right?

If he was convinced by me when it was me tattooing him then this will be easy.

'Don't be a wuss. I've had two more huge ones since then. Get something small, please?',

'Miley, you said that last time and you tattooed a full quote on my chest',

'Yeah and you did it on me too',

'Yeah, as revenge', he laughs

'Come on, let's make it our thing. We'll get a few matching tattoos',

'Yeah and when you disappear to New York and I never see you again, what will I tell people?',

'Tell them you were forced. Or that the girl you loved thought it meant something so you did it for her. Beside that'll never happen, we'll always be friends. We're too close for us to not be friends forever',

'Friends forever? Really?', he grimaces and I laugh

'Please, for me?', I say fluttering my eyelashes to tease him

'Don't use that against me', he laughs, I know how he thinks, I know he can't turn down the 'for me' excuse.

'Fine, but you have to get one too',

'No need to tell me twice! I thought that was already the plan', I laugh and he starts up the car again. I can't believe he's actually doing this.

'You're loving this! You crazy...woman!', he smiles at me

'Loving what?',

'Me being...spontaneous',

'Well, you should do it more often', I smile.

'So what are you gonna get?', I ask as we walk into the tattoo parlor on Hollywood Blvd.

'I have no idea. What are you getting?',

'I have an idea of what I want, I think',

'What's your idea?',

'A song lyric. My usual', I smile and he nods. He knows how much I love song lyrics.

'Should I get a quote?',

'Like what? You're not religious or spiritual or anything like that, if I was you I'd get something with a pattern. Besides you already have a quote',

'You know me so well Miley', he laughs and I smile.

'I'm useful for something then', I say looking at him and he turn around when the tattooist comes over.

'You guys know what you're getting?',

'I do', I smile and the tattooist gestures for me to follow him.

'What can I do for you?',

'Okay, you see the way I have this around my wrist?', I ask pointing to my other wrist tattoo, the one that goes the whole way around my arm, the tattooist nods

'Can I have the same around this arm except it saying, Like A Drifter I Was Born To Walk Alone?',

'Yeah, come pick the specifics and then we can get you inked up', he says.

I follow him to pick the font and size and stuff and then sit in the chair. He comes back over a few minutes later and I look over at Nick who's watching me. I smile a huge smile, he knows how much this stuff excites me. He gets up once the needle touches my skin and starts to look around at all the pictures, probably trying to pick something.

'Don't even try and back out', I warn him and he laughs

'I'm not going to, I don't mind getting a tattoo I just don't know what to get',

'Get 'Mommas Boy'', I laugh and he shakes his head in discouragement.

'I think I know what I'm getting'.

Turns out, Nick isn't as much of a wuss as I thought. By the time we left the tattoo studio he had a phrase tattooed on his arm. He said it was inspirational or something, it said 'One day your life will flash before your eyes, it's on you to make it worth watching'. I guess it's cool. It's different.

'So much for something small',

'What's the point of getting it at all if it's tiny?',

'Good point, you're learning a lot from me, huh?', I smile eating some potato chips as we walk back to the car, it's almost midnight and I should really be getting home but I'm just having too much fun.

'Sure', he smiles sarcastically and I slap him on the shoulder. Sarcasm is my thing. If he's going to be sarcastic, I need to get credit for that shit.

'Do you want me to drop you home?',

'Home? Already?', I smirk

'Not like that, I mean drop you to your house and I'll go to my house', he laughs

'I'm joking, I don't wanna go home yet',

'We could hang out for longer if you want',

'Let's go get some alcohol',

'Uhm, I'm driving',

'It's not for you', I joke and he nods.

We walk down to get some wine and then get back in his car. We drive to Malibu beach and he parks the car. I've already opened the wine and was drinking it from the bottle as he drove here. Very ladylike? Yeah I know. I'm already a little tipsy.

I run on the sand, wine bottle in hand. Classy.

'Miles don't go so close to the water', he says following me

'What?',

'Be careful near the edge',

'Yeah I know I'm not five', I say dryly and he just looks at me. He looks bored. He doesn't like when I'm drunk. Or when I'm a wreckless drunk like right now.

'No need to get snappy, I was just saying', he says and I glare at him.

'Yeah, thanks for the advice', I say sarcastically

'Can we go yet?', he asks as I splash in the water.

'No, I'm having fun', I say as I splash water towards him and he looks angry.

'Miley come on, this is shit and it's late', he shouts over to me

'Fucking smile, at least you have freedom',

'What the fuck are you even talking about Miley?',

'There's people being used for slavery or prostitution everyday all over the world who would love to be here',

'Well that's unfortunate, can we leave yet?',

'Do you have no empathy for anyone?', I ask turning to him

'Miley, what's this really about?',

'What?',

'Are you angry at me?',

'Why would I be angry at you? You haven't done anything. I'm just pissed that people don't care about the people that can't help themselves',

'So you are angry at me?',

'I just said I wasn't didn't I?',

'Miley, I know how your little metaphors work. You think I didn't care about you',

'Fuck off. That's pathetic',

'Miley just... tell me what you want to tell me and we'll work it out and then I'll drop you home',

'I don't want to tell you anything. I've said everything I've needed to say to and about you. I have nothing left', I say and I feel a tear saying the last part and a unwanted whimper escapes my throat as I look at the sky to stop tears falling.

'Miles don't cry',

'That's easy for you to say. You don't feel like I do. You're not in love with someone who you hate at the same time. Your head's not all over the place. You don't have to act normal and happy around the people who normally know when you're upset',

'What else?',

'What?',

'Tell me it all, get your anger out. Take it out on me, I'm the person you should be taking it out on, not yourself',

'I don't even know why I'm here with you, I hate you', I say walking up to him

'I have to lie to the people I love the most and tell them that I'm fine, I'm not fine. I'm hurting. I'm angry. I feel empty and you did that. I can't trust anyone. I can't believe a word anyone says anymore because your word was the only thing I believed for our whole relationship and you ruined that. I hate that. I hate that you did that to me. I hate that you weren't there for me when I needed you most', I say pushing him away from me.

'Miles, I was always there for you', he says grasping my wrists to stop me violently pushing him away

'Not when I was crying alone in my room or when I thought I was pregnant', I blurt out and he looks at me shocked.

'Pregnant?',

'It was a false alarm, no need for you to look like you're missing out', I say as I walk away from him

'When was this?',

'About a month ago. It was just me overthinking it',

'Why didn't you tell me?',

'Didn't you just hear me? It was a false alarm. I'm not pregnant, I never have been', I say sitting down at the edge of the water

'You still could've confided in me', he says coming to sit beside me

'No, that's what Demi is for',

'Why do I get the feeling that you actually wanted to be pregnant?',

'What? Don't be ridiculous. I'm eighteen, why would I want a kid with you anyway?',

'I don't know, you tell me',

'I hope you don't think I'm one of those girls who gets pregnant to keep a boyfriend',

'I never said that, but there's obviously something bothering you about this',

'Yeah, you',

'Miley, you've already told me this much already, tell me what else is bothering you', he says and I lower my head, more tears coming from my eyes.

'I just... I thought maybe if I was then a baby would be something that would be an amazing part of us. Something I could love unconditionally and it would love me back and I wouldn't have to depend anyone else. I know it's ridiculous but it's just something that went through my head for a split second and I was hoping for a positive', I admit and he pulls me closer for a hug.

'I hate fighting with you', I whisper

'I know, I hate fighting with you too',

'We should go, I'm getting tired',

'That's probably a good idea', he smiles and I follow him to the car.

All this talking has lifted a weight off my shoulders. I don't feel so trapped to weighed down anymore. I've told him all I needed to tell him and what was bothering me.

'Friends?', he asks when we're back in the car and I nod and he leans over and hugs me. I hug him back. I feel new tears and silently damn them for falling but I can't help it. He pulls away form the hug and looks at my face seeing the tears and wipes them away.

'I don't wanna go home yet', I say quietly

'But you just said...',

'I know but can we just go somewhere to chill and for my eyes to not look so swollen? I don't want my parents to now I've been crying',

'Yeah, where to?',

'Anywhere', I say quietly as he nods and then starts the car.

He drives us to the Hollywood sign. We've been here before, like the night we first got together and after that we used to sneak out in the middle of the night and come here, or the beach. In fact, we had a lot of places that we used to go. We drove up the coast a couple of times with Joe and Demi to Santa Barbara when Nick adn I were dating. When we visited his grandmother in Tennessee we would go horse riding or just run around in her fields. They were like big crop fields and Nick and I would just be immature and mess around. When we went on the school trip to Europe we would always find somewhere to be together, somewhere that was just our place. Somewhere we could go and look at the stars or talk about politics or movies or music or something.

He stops the car at the top of the mountain, we're looking directly over the skyline of L.A. It's so beautiful, he knows how much I love nature. I love seeing or finding places that look like something out of a picture or a piece of art.

'Come on', I say, my tears have stopped and I'm just tired. He follows me out to the hood of his car.

I climb on top of it and just look out over L.A for a minute. It's breathtaking. We both lay back and he positions himself so that I'm laying on his chest. Cuddling. Like we used to do. We just lay there in silence. It's not even an awkward silence we just lie there and look at the stars. About five minutes pass before we even say anything.

'My grandmother's been asking how you are, I told her we broke up but she can't remember', he says quietly and I look up at him.

'How is she?', I ask, I haven't saw his grandmother in a while, Nick and I used to go to her house every week when we were dating, I got to know her a bit better and she got to know me.

'She's getting worse. She just sits in her own little world and stares into space. She doesn't even communicate with anyone',

'I'm sorry, I know she means a lot to you',

'Yeah, I just don't like thinking about it though, I feel like if she goes then a part of me goes too, you know?',

'Yeah, I think so',

'Dani's pregnant though so that's kept my mom occupied so she doesn't have to think about grandma',

'I guess that's kinda good news', I say looking away from him

'Yeah I guess', he says and then we enter back into a silence.

'So how's your family?', he asks after a few minutes

'Uhmmm, Trace and my parents are still not talking and Brandi is planning a trip around the world this summer. She asked me to go and my dad said he'd pay for me to go but I'm just not sure yet',

'What's stopping you?',

'You... and Demi, Joe and Noah and my friends. I'd be gone for over a year',

'There's always Skype', he smiles and I laugh.

'Yeah but I'd still miss everybody',

'That's true. Where is it she's going?',

'As far as I know, everywhere. She's planned it on a map and everything, she has the route planned and the prices and everything',

'So it's just like one huge vacation?',

'Something like that. It's basically just going to party in a different country every night',

'Sounds cool to me',

'Yeah me too but only if I could bring my friends and then I wouldn't have anything to worry about',

'Miles, stop worrying about your friends. Do what's best for you. If you wanna go then go. This might be your only chance to travel and we both know you wanted to travel before school',

'How do you remember that?',

'Remember what?',

'That conversation',

'Believe it or not Miles, I remember a lot of things that you tell me',

'That's sweet, yet also creepy', I laugh.

'So what are you doing for Spring Break?',

'Uhmm, I'm not sure yet, Demi said her mom is fine with us going to her place but Demi isn't sure about the whole situation yet. She has issues with her mom and stuff',

'Yeah she said something about Miami to me', he says.

'You know what I never understood?', he asks looking up to the stars

'What's that?',

'What it was that made you change your mind about me',

'Whad'ya mean?',

'The day I teased you about the tutoring, you say it was because I was being nice but I really wasn't being nice. I was complimenting your boobs. Isn't that degrading to feminists like you?',

'Yeah, it is. Jerk!', I joke and he laughs

'I'm serious. Girls like you hate guys like me',

'Girls like me?',

'Yeah, smart and strongminded girls',

'Do you want me to be completely honest?',

'You always are anyway',

'I was... it... it kinda... turned me on a little',

'That was the point, I thought you would've saw through that and told me to take a hike',

'Yeah well... I thought you deserved a shot',

'And looking back now, did I?',

'Yeah, I think so. I mean, we were good together. You taught me a lot about myself and made me feel things that I'd never felt before. I felt free around you, I felt wanted and... beautiful',

'You are beautiful', he says

'Okay enough cheesiness before I vomit', I joke and we both laugh. We're being civil, which is always good, I think. Our conversation at the beach is being put behind us. It was talked about and feelings were shared and then we go past it. I think that's how it works. I don't hate him, I never have. I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to feel that because I knew I should but I don't. Thankfully my drunkeness has wore off and now I'm just a recovering crying mess.

We drive back home and as we go to his house where I was going to talk to Demi, Delta's sitting on his doorstep.

'What are you doing here?', he asks her

'You guys are back together?', she asks standing up

'What are you doing here?', he repeats

'I came to talk to you about our date tomorrow night', she says and I just look at him and he looks at me worriedly and I shake my head and walk away.

This unfortunately if everything goes to plan is only the start of the rollercoaster.

Hopefully there's an update before the end of the month. I might bring some storylines from my deleted story into this. If it makes sense, obviously lol.

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