NOBODY'S HOME

Chapter 2: I couldn't help her

I couldn't help her

I just watch her make

The same mistakes again

NO ONE'S POV

Miley woke up the next morning in a comfortable bed. It took her a few minutes before she realized that everything was different. She immediately sat up but then, panicked a bit when she realized that she was wearing clothes that didn't belong to her. She was bothered because she felt like the clothes and the room belonged to a guy. She was never the type of girl who wanted to be around lots of people, especially guys. There was even a time in her life when she was scared of being around men; she never felt comfortable around them.

She was terrified and relieved at the same time. Relieved because it looked like she was in a safe place, and terrified because she didn't know the person who owned the place. She thought: "what if the person who owned the place was planning on doing something awful to me?" Anyways, she wouldn't find out anything about this stranger if she just sat there on the bed and kept on thinking.

She cautiously got off the bed and walked out of the room. She felt strange, but when she caught the scent of a very delicious breakfast meal, her stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. She went down the stairs and brought herself to the kitchen where a guy's back was faced towards her. He was cooking what smelled like pancakes. She didn't know how to approach him. She felt a little scared, but when she examined his physical appearance, she thought that he looked decent and harmless. Thankfully, the guy noticed her presence, so he turned around to look at her.

"Hey, good morning! I'm Nick, by the way," Nick said as he smiled at her warmly.

"I'm Miley," she replied shyly.

She recognized him; he was a high school graduate from the school where she was studying. She felt a little relieved because the one who rescued her wasn't a total a stranger to her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he left the stove to pull out a chair for Miley.

She smiled and sat on the chair he offered. She was quite sure he wouldn't do any harm to her.

"Quite fine, how did I get here?" she asked, feeling puzzled.

"I found you at the back of the truck I was driving last night. You were freezing," he spoke as he went back to cooking the pancakes.

She felt strange because she didn't feel scared around Nick. She actually felt a bit comfortable instead.

"Yeah, you're from Ocean view high?" she asked him while looking around the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty simple, and it was surprisingly clean and organized.

"Yup," he confirmed as he flipped the pancake on the pan.

"Sorry for bothering you," she told him shyly.

She didn't expect for someone to help her. She thought that she would get in trouble or something. No one had helped her before, well, not as much as what Nick was doing for her.

He placed the pancake on a plate and he put the plate on the table in front of Miley. "It's alright. I'm glad I was able to help you," he said. His hand soon moved to feel her forehead to check her temperature. "You still feel warm," he said, feeling concerned.

"It's okay, I'm leaving today," she said as she felt like she was being a burden to him.

She nearly drooled at the delicious pancake in front of her; she hadn't eaten a delicious-looking food since God knows when.

He placed another plate of pancakes, a plate of eggs and sausages, a bottle of maple syrup, and two glasses of orange juice, all on the table. She felt excited at the sight of a lot of food served in front of her.

He somehow wanted to get to know her. He knew there was something wrong, but he didn't want to force her into telling him. He still wanted to help her though, so he offered to drive her home after their breakfast.

"I could drive you to your house," he told her casually.

She bit her lip at the thought of him finding out more about her; she didn't want to drag him into her miserable life.

"That's really nice of you, but I don't want my parents to know what happened."

"Care to explain what happened?" he asked.

"Long story," she answered with a sigh. She felt like telling him her problem, but she was scared.

He seemed intrigued, but he didn't want to pressure her. "You don't want to talk about it?"

"Yeah," she answered shyly. She figured, why should she tell him when they weren't even friends?

"Okay then, have some breakfast," he said as he pointed to the delicious food in front of them.

She fed herself with the delicious breakfast he cooked for both of them. It was mouthwatering and her stomach felt relieved that she finally had food in her system.

"You seemed to like my cooking skills," he teased when he noticed the big amount of food on her plate.

She blushed in embarrassment, and he somehow noticed it.

"I was just teasing you. My brothers don't really like it when I cook," he said immediately; he didn't mean to embarrass her.

"I actually love the food you cooked," she admitted, still blushing.

He then laughed in return. He seemed amused at her, but in a good way, of course. "Thank you, then."

They ate in silence, as Miley fueled herself even more with his delicious home-cooked meal.

"Thank you for letting me stay, and for taking care of me," she said when they were both finished eating.

"You're welcome. Are you sure that you don't want me to drive you home? I can drop you a few blocks from your house instead," he offered again.

She sighed because she thought that he wouldn't give up until he got to drive her home.

She smiled and just agreed to his offer. "Okay, that sounds better."

He gave Miley some time to take a bath, and then he gave her clothes back to her. He had washed her clothes and dried them when she was asleep.

They soon left the house so he could drive her home. The ride was silent, but it wasn't very awkward. Nick then dropped her a few blocks away from her house.

"If you need anything, just call me. Here's my number," he said as he passed a piece of paper to her.

She smiled and looked at his number on the paper before she folded it and kept it in her pocket.

"Thank you, again," she said with such gratitude.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" he reminded her.

He was kinda worried about her. He knew there was something more, but he wasn't on the right place to know about it.

"I will, thanks," she said before she opened the car door beside her.

She climbed out of the car and waved goodbye at him before closing the car door.

Nick didn't want to leave yet; he wanted to see Miley get to her house safely, but he promised he would only drop her a few blocks away from her home. He didn't have a choice; he must trust her. He waved back at her through the car window, and he finally stepped on the gas.

Miley felt gloomy as Nick's car slowly drove away. It was a strange feeling for her; she never felt a strong attachment towards someone, especially someone she just knew for less than a day. By the way he talked to her, she knew he was different from all of the people she knew in her entire life. She noticed that he really was concerned about her. But just as what was expected, she had shut herself from him. It was sad because she finally found someone who might understand her, but she let him go.

Nick drove to Joe's house so he could give back Joe's truck. He arrived there and his older brother started ranting about their postponed celebration last night.

"Nick! Have you been listening?" Joe yelled frantically when he noticed that his brother zoned-out on him.

"Sorry, what were you talking about?" Nick apologized when his mind was brought back to earth.

"Ugggh!" Joe groaned in annoyance. He was talking non-stop for almost five minutes straight but it seemed like Nick didn't hear a thing.

"I just wonder if she made it home," Nick sighed worriedly, more of whispered to himself.

Miley had occupied his mind since he left her. He was anxious to know if she safely made it home. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he couldn't stop thinking about her.

"So, there's a new girl?" Joe teased, as he felt surprisingly interested that his brother was dating someone again.

"No, but I met this girl last night…" Nick trailed off before he filled Joe with information from last night's incident.

"Whoa, you should have asked for her number, genius!" Joe said sarcastically. He really felt interested and intrigued by her mysterious life.

All of a sudden, Nick felt like he wanted to see her and be with her, but he knew he probably wouldn't be able to see her again. If ever he would see her, it wouldn't be the same. He knew that the comfort she felt towards him was only temporary. He should have kept in touch with her.

But who knows? Maybe someday their paths would cross once again.

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