"Just sit there" He said. Then he took out a tissue and threw it to the floor

"Nick, please stop. I made that mess, I clean it up." I said still crying

Nick's POV

I was still in shock. I mean, I knew there was something wrong but I didn't expect her to throw up "Miley, don't be embarrassed! These things happen, okay? And besides, you got me here! So, please stop crying!" I said, as I cleaned everything up. I turned around to the sound of her crying. She must be feeling miserable! Then, I sat on the floor beside her.

"You know what? Forget it! You can cry if you want to. In fact, it'll make you feel better" I said looking at her. Our eyes met timidly. Hers were oceanic blue, but they had turned a little red from crying. "If it helps, you've got a nice shoulder to cry on next to you" She looked back at me and then I held her tight while she kept sobbing. "Hush, it's gonna be ok. Just get it all out!" I had never seen her cry that way and it was starting to make me feel miserable. If I hadn't been so curious, she wouldn't be crying this bad.

"Miley, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been so curious. I'm sorry you're crying this bad because of what I did." I said. I guess that was my sincere apology.

She looked up and wiped her tears away. "No, it's not your fault! Thank you for being right here. I expected you to back away, but you didn't. That's all that matters. Thank you!" She said in a small and nervous voice.

"It was a pleasure"I grabbed her hand and helped her rinse her , we walked towards the classroom and she sat on the floor against the walI. I walked into the classroom and almost everyone was staring at me. "What took you so long?" Asked Mr. Picker. All of a sudden, the class bursted out in a laugh.

I walked towards him and whispered. "That's hard to explain. Maybe you should come see" He gave me an odd look and said "Ok, but you gotta tell me about that suspicious damp spot right on your shoulder"

"It's kind of part of my long story" I replied, glancing over at Miley to make sure she was ok.

"Tell me" He frowned, looking mad

I stood still, not letting him sense my fear. I gathered up my courage and blurted out. "A picture is worth a thousand words. Follow me, please"

"Sure" He concluded. He walked out of the classroom and saw Miley, sitting against the wall, as if she didn't had life. "Shit! Are you ok?" He asked

" I threw up" She answered. She was there, paler than paper and begging to go home.

" What about the damp spot?" Miley had a coughing fit. He looked down.

"I cried" She answered when the coughing seemed to be gone. Then, she flipped her hair.

I watched her and grinned. I looked deep into her eyes and realised how beautiful she was. The moment was soon interrupted by Mr. Picker raspy voice.

" Jonas, can you take her home?" I smiled happily. I'd never been so happy.

"Of course, Mr. Picker" I answered anxiously. "But I think I should phone my family first" I said, trying to hide my excitement.