Failing Replacement

Five

A/N: Okay, I know its been like three weeks since I updated this story, but its harder than it looks to write like six different stories, AND juggle stupid school work. So yeah, blame school for late updates. Two things I need to make clear. No, I haven't found my damn USB. I've given up, so I'm rewriting all the chapters I lost. Yay. And yes, that was meant to be said in a real dull tone. Yes, this is the last chapter. Because this was a FIVE SHOT. Frankly I'm sick of drama, and this story needs a happy ending desperately. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW. I've only had about two reviews for Stone Cold, and I worked really hard on that. Everyone who reviews will get virtual cookies, hint hint ;D

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"W-what?" I managed to choke out, not sure I'd heard him clearly.

"I wanna get back together Miles, I love you, why isn't that enough?" He exclaimed, reaching out and softly caressing my cheek, his warm brown eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm scared Nick." I whimpered under his touch, shivers shooting up my spine. Yeah, I wanted to get back together with him, and hearing he loved me sounded so beautiful, but... every things moving to fast, and I'm just plain terrified.

"What are you scared of?" He asked, his hand moving down from my cheek and to my lips, gently tracing them with the tip of his finger. Is he purposely trying to tempt me or something?

"I'm scared of getting hurt. I don't think I could go through what I did last time." A single tear trickled down my cheek and landed on his finger, a layer of tears adorning my blue orbs.

He pressed his lips together tightly, fighting back the tears threatening to fall out his beautiful brown eyes. "I'm sorry... and I know that probably doesn't make any difference, but I really am sorry that I made you feel this way.

"Promise you won't leave me again?" I whispered, letting my hands drop into my lap. Maybe Nick's right, he loves me doesn't me? And I'm more than certain that I love him. What happened to the saying love conquers all? Well its sitting right in front of me and I'm about to break its heart.

A glimmer of hope shone in his eyes, as he reached out and pulled my hands out my lap, lightly lacing them through his. "I promise Mi, I won't leave you."

"Prove it." A hint of amusement was traceable in my voice, wondering if he would catch on to my demand.

"How?" He asked, a small smile adorning his face.

"Kiss me." I breathed out, closing the small space hanging between our lips before he had a chance to answer. His arms almost instantly moved to my waist, his soft curls pressed up against my skin. My hands moved up and wrapped themselves around his neck, bringing myself closer to him, which I doubt was possible. His hands found their way to the hem of my top, my skin prickling as his cool hands traveled up my top, tracing small circles on my bare skin. A guilty smile crept up on my face as his tongue entered my mouth. He pushed me backwards against his bed, my head landing with a soft thud on his pillow.

"How do we always seem to end up in this position?" He asked, a slight space between us as he hovered over me.

"Because I love kissing you, why else?" A small laugh escaped my lips as I pulled him down beside me, ours hands still intertwined.

"Yeah, well I love kissing you too." He chuckled, grabbing the side of his bed for support as he suddenly stood up, offering me a hand. I grabbed it, as he wrapped his free arm around my waist and helped me up to my feet. "So what does this make us?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled around us with the question I'd been dieing to ask.

"What do you want this to make us?" I asked after pondering over my answer, letting my gaze drop from eye contact, fixating it on a very interesting stain marked on the floor, probably by Joe.

"You know what I want this to make us, but do you want this to make us what I want this to make us?" He questioned, trying to meet my gaze in a failing attempt.

"I do, its just..." I started to say, my voice trailing off as I decided not to tell him and instead fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"Its just what?" He prompted, sensing something was wrong as he lifted my head up and met my withering gaze.

I inwardly inhaled a deep breath, and built my nerves up to tell him my problem. "What did Demi mean when she said you and Selena aren't dating?"

"Exactly that, Selena and I aren't dating, we never dated." He confirmed.

"But you still have feelings for her" I reminded him, a twinge of jealousy shooting through me as I remembered all the 'nelena' pictures I'd been seeing in the magazines and gossip sites I hated, but still seemed to read.

"First, I'm going to deny that whatever you say-"

"Because you know its true" I interrupted him, hating the damn feeling of jealousy. It was these kind of things that usually got us into our fights.

"Second..." He completely ignored what I'd just said and continued to ramble on. "I can never love her, even if I tried, and last, you still have feelings for Justin, you dated him for like nine months, when I never actually dated Selena, but I didn't say anything."

"You just did though." I pointed out, holding back the urge to tell him that they were two completely different things, because I knew I was wrong. I never really looked at his point of view, sucks for me.

"Miley!" He exclaimed in frustration, gritting his teeth together and trying to hold back his very obvious annoyance with me.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I guess I never saw it from your point of view." I decided I might as well give up seeing as I knew I was being unfair, releasing a sigh I'd been holding in.

His anger left almost as quickly as it had appeared, a smile gracing his lips as I apologized. "Thank you for finally realizing I was right Mi." He said jokingly, gently entwining our hands. "But you don't have to apologize, I shouldn't be mad at you for telling me how you feel."

I nodded absentmindedly, my thoughts somewhere else.

"So back to the question I asked before, what does this make us?" He repeated his previous question, oblivious to the fact that this is exactly what I'd just been thinking about.

"What do you want this to make us?" Saying this was a risk, because there was a chance I would seriously piss him off by saying this again, but whatever.

"Miley, I'm serious." He groaned at my response, his head snapping to meet my gaze with an annoyed glare.

"And so am I." I grinned, pushing my fringe out my eyes, his piercing glare burning through me.

He released a sigh of frustration, letting his gaze drop to the ground. "You know exactly what I want this to make us."

"Thank you for being so nice to me Nicholas." I crossed my arms against my chest, faking to be hurt. Well frankly, I was slightly hurt inside, but I wasn't intending to show him that.

"You are the most difficult person I have ever met." He complained, rolling his eyes at me expressively. "I wanna get back together with you Mi, and I need to know if you want to get back together or not."

"I..." Do I want this? Of course I want this, shut up brain, seriously, just shut up. I love him, why wouldn't I want to. Oh yeah, because he broke my heart. Not only that, but he threw it to the ground, stamped on it till he broke it into a million pieces, then left it lying on the ground for passer-byes to tread on. That really shows how much he cares. Then again, everyone makes mistakes, and how can I possibly expect Nick to be perfect when I'm not myself.

"I want to." I finished off, building up the courage to lift my head up and meet his penetrating gaze.

"Are you sure?" His voice softened as he recognized the fear in mine.

"Don't make me think about this any longer Nick, just accept my damn decision go!" I joked, lightly lacing my hand through his.

"Okay, fine Miss Miley, I will support your decision." He chuckled, his hand sliding around my waist, as he planted a tender kiss on my lips.

"I love you." He brought his mouth to my ear, softly whispering, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck.

"I love you too." A content smile graced my lips, as I felt the warmth of his lips pressed against mine.

Yeah, crappy ending. Whatever, just review and make me happy, and I MIGHT consider carrying on this story xoxo