Hey, sorry it took forever, I got a tiny vacation in Florida and wrote this chapter up. Hope you like it!!
"Miley!!!" I heard my mom's shrill voice call.
I took the pillow off my head, squinting through the bright sunlight that was streaming into my room. When my eyes refocused I reluctantly climbed out of bed and followed the scent of bacon into the kitchen. "I could get used to this," I stated sliding into one of the stools lining the island in the kitchen.
"I told you Georgia would be good for you." My mom smiled, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me.
"Well I knew the no paparazzi thing was gonna be nice bit I didn't think we'd have this huge house and get to go to the beach everyday," I explained, digging into my breakfast. "It's unusually quiet…" I observed.
"Aunt Edi already took Noie and Emz to the beach, they couldn't wait any longer."
"Those two are spastic." I took a gulp of juice. "Do I have anything I gotta do today?"
"Phone interviews, then you've got the rest of the day."
"Shweet." I rubbed my eyes. "When do I have to call in?"
My mom checked the clock behind her. "In 10 or 15 minutes."
I nodded, continuing to eat. When I finished I padded back to my room and cuddled up in my blankets. I like being comfortable when I do interviews, it makes it more relaxing because you occasionally get radio DJs who enjoy being the most obnoxious people in the world. Being in a jungle of cozy blankets makes dealing with them manageable. My mom followed me in, sitting down on the bed holding the phone and a piece of paper.
"Who am I calling?" I questioned, untangling one of my arms and grabbing the phone.
"The MJ Morning Show in Tampa." She gave me the piece of paper as well. "The number is on there and management is going to be on the line too."
"Why? I think I can handle talking on the phone by myself."
"They want to make sure certain things aren't asked. You know you just blurt things out accidentally and there are some things that the Disney executives just don't want you mentioning."
"Fine," I huffed. She left me to my business; I dialed the number, and was put on hold… wonderful. A million hours later I finally heard something.
"Is that, uh, Miley?" A loud voiced asked through the phone. "Alright, Miley 'Stewart', welcome to the MJ Morning Show."
"H-," I was about to reply suddenly Nicholas Jerry Gray was standing in my doorway. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, hold on!" I leapt out of bed and threw my free arm around Nick. Realizing that MP or FJ or whatever the hell the guy's name was, was going to ask me about my sudden freakout, I quickly added, "Eww, there's a huge bug! I'm laying in bed and there was a ginormous BUG crawling up to me. That was the scariest thing ever." That, my friend, is called improvisation. I giggled, still clutching Nick.
"Where are you? What city are you in?" the radio man asked.
I tugged on Nick's arm, brought him over to my bed, and made him sit down with me. "I'm in Georgia!" I answered, trying to contain my laughter. "Eww, I hate bugs so much," I shuttered, going along with the little façade I had put on a second ago.
"Are you in Atlanta? Where in Georgia are you?"
"Savannah, I'm so sorry, that was the scariest," I choked back a laugh. "Moment."
You're in Savannah? Stop by the Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil House."
"Aw, really?" I have no idea what he just said.
"Yeah, that's in Savannah. So wait a minute, are you in a hotel?"
"No, I'm in my house. I have a house here"
"And you've got… wait a second, I think you're making a lot of money, can you afford to call an exterminator?"
This guy really enjoys talking about this fake bug I've come up with. I just couldn't hold the snickers in. "I didn't know there was bugs in here. There was a giant bug crawling at me, I hate bugs, I'm gonna cry…" Tears were forming in my eyes, but it was because of laughing, excitement, and surprise, not a stupid bug.
"Did you squash it?"
Yes, I squashed the non-existent bug. "No, I just flicked it."
"Well where is it? Can you collect it and mail it to us and we'll ebay it"
Ooookay, this guy is nuts. "I don't know where it is, it went flying"
"So wait a minute, you're… so this is breaking news. You're telling me that Miley 'Stewart's' house in Savannah, Georgia is crawling with bugs and vermin."
He would not let this go. "I just found one! It's not like disgusting, it's a great house, but I just found one in my bed." The dude finally changed the subject. I looked up at Nick, a smile was plastered on his face and his dark brown eyes shined with laughter. I kept my arm securely attached around him as the interview went on. I can't believe he's actually here. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure this isn't a dream or something.
"Did you know that they gave me a list of things that I can't talk to you about? Do you know that?" MJ (I finally figured out his name,) asked.
Uh oh… What's he gonna ask now. "They give you a list of things you're not allowed to talk to me about?" I bit my lip, groping around until I found one of Nick's fingers to hold on to.
"Yeah, they want me to focus on the tour, focus on 'The Climb', which is a great song, but listen. First of all, there is no way that I would be, uh, obnoxious deliberately, but you know, listen, you're a big star, you've had a lot of publicity, a lot of press, but there's certain things that, you know, I think are fair to ask you. And I don't think they're out of bounds… uh, have you ever received an actual personal apology from Jamie Foxx?"
"I don't know…" I began.
"Milez…" My mom walked in. "Management cut you off. They don't want you talking about that."
I turned off the phone and tossed it aside. "So the interview is over?"
"I guess so. Do you like your surprise?"
"Yes!" I tackled Nick back on the bed.
He rolled me off of him and stood up smiling. "Good to know."
"Who planned this? How could you get time off?" I blabbed, asking the questions I thought of when I was doing the interview.
"I got some time off before the tour started and I missed you, so here I am," Nick explained, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "Aw, that's sweet. I missed you too Nickypoo. Now if you don't mind, I have done my strenuous work for the day so I need to go shower and stuff. Goodbye." I patted his curly head and dashed for the bathroom. I kinda feel ditching his like that, but I gotta get clean, I feel all greasy and gross. I showered quickly, didn't bother with makeup, put on my navy blue bikini and threw some cutoffs and a white tank top over it. I shook out my wet hair and smeared on some lipgloss before skipping out into the living room where Nick and my mom were. "I'm all good now!" I informed the happily. My mom slipped out of the room and I hopped in her vacated spot on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me.
"So Miley, do you know what today is?"
"Um, June?"
"June what?"
"I don't know, you know I never know what day it is…" I whined.
"Does June 11th ring a bell?"
I thought for a second before I remembered. If this was a cartoon, the little light bulb would definitely be lighting up over my head. I launched myself off the couch and on top of Nick who was sitting on an armchair. "OH MY GOD NICHOLAS!"
He grinned, despite being flattened by me. "I'm taking it you remembered?"
"It's the day we met! It's our anniversary, wait… it's our friendiversary!" I exclaimed, bouncing.
"You're crushing my spleen Mi," Nick grunted.
"Sorry!" I stopped bouncing. "I can't believe you're here, I can't believe you came here for this. You're like, the sweetest person ever."
He gave his cute little crooked smile. "We've been friends for three years now."
"Best friends," I corrected, still sitting on his lap.
"Yeah, best friends," he repeated, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the top of my hand.
"I think in celebration of this wonderful day, we should go to the beach," I suggested.
"That sounds good."
"Oh! We should go jet skiing. I did it yesterday; I've actually been doing it everyday. It's so fun!" I jumped off his lap, happy dancing around the room.
"Then I guess I better go get my swimsuit on."
"Yes! Hurry!"
When Nick went to go change I crashed back on the couch. I'm so happy that he's here. I know I broke up with Justin so I could be single for the summer. And I know that this will probably be the only time we'll get to see each other for a long time, but I can't help what I'm feeling right now. I want to get back together with Nick. He's always had a really special place in my heart and him coming here to surprise me on the anniversary of the day we met makes me want him even more. The smart part of me is telling me to push down my feeling and just enjoy his company because there is no way that a relationship could work for either of us right now. The romantic part of me just wanted to get back with Nick, forget about all the obstacles and just be together.
"You ready to go?"
I jumped startled. "Oh… yeah."
"Where are we going?"
"To the beach stupid." I shoved my phone into my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"I knew that, I meant what are we going to do there?"
"That's not what you asked. And I already told you, we're going jet skiing."
"I remember now."
I pet his head. "There's a smart little Nickypoo."
He slapped my hands away. "You gotta stop calling me that."
"Whatever you say Nickypoo!" With that, I ran out into the warm summer air.
We got to the jet ski place and rented one. Nick wanted to get his own, but he doesn't know how to drive and honestly, I don't feel like teaching him. He sat behind me, his muscular arms wrapped around my waist.
"So Milez, how many times have you driven one of these things?"
I revved up the engine. "Pretty much everyday since I've been here, so a lot."
"Oh good, you're not going to kill me."
"That," I whipped my head around, giving a devious smirk, "I cannot promise you." I hit the gas and zoomed off over the water.
And that's as far as I got, not exactly the best place to stop... but if you've seen the pictures, you know what happens on the jet skis.. *wink wink* That's coming up next!
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Shmadders