Publicity

5

Nick's POV

I muttered angrily as I made a sharp turn, I could hear the car behind me honking as they yelled telling me to get off the road.

Cory had called early in the morning telling me I was supposed to be in a photoshoot location. I wasn't furious, of course I assumed it was for me but when he added saying that I should meet Miley there I cursed him. We were taking this way too fast, if people weren't so dumb they would be suspicious.

Cory wanted me to look like I was supporting my 'girlfriend' and being at the photoshoot location and cheer on her..or something. They haven't even told us to announce that we're dating yet. The car pictures were only yesterday and they're making us promote our relationship like there's no tomorrow.

Of course they wouldn't listen to what I have to say, all I'm hoping right now is to see Miley's furious expression and reaction and telling her manager to slow down, or maybe call the whole thing off. I'm positive she would do it, honestly, but ever since yesterday I feel a little awkward just thinking about her.

I know she..kissed me just to convince Ter and everyone else that it will work, but there's something more, I fear. I don't want to think about it, it's not like its anything serious.

I pulled up my car into one of the lots, it was by the beach and I'm guessing it was a seaside photoshoot she was doing. Cory mentioned the photographer and said it was a big deal, I don't remember who it was..Carl something. He did seem like a big deal judging from the crowd standing outside the entrance and weren't allowed to enter, a few paparazzi had spotted me and was swarming towards me.

I climbed out of the car and focused on the ground, I didn't feel like smiling or just simply giving them the satisfaction that I acknowledge them, even though they're up in my face asking gullible questions. Most mentioned Miley's name, actually it could be all of them and the small crowd outside the entrance were pulling their phones out to take a shot of me, one I noticed was looking really happy and excited.

I walked past them and the guard who didn't let the crowd in but didn't question me as I casually sauntered into the sandy path. I've noticed some crews that are like any in photoshoot sets were speed walking back and forth, all seemed usual and I was used to the situation, all but one figure posing for a white-haired man in a ponytail under the lighting machine that hovered over her.

"Beautiful!" I heard White Ponytail exclaim as the lights go off, indicating that a shot was taken.

I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to get to close to bother or interfere, but I was close enough to hear White Ponytail continue exclaiming in an accent that I couldn't figure out. Miley herself, however was sprawled across the sand with make up and hair that must've spent 3 hours on doing, wearing a colorful bathing suit as she smirked with her finger between her teeth.

"Sexy!" White Ponytail exclaimed and I stopped myself before I thought of agreeing with his remark. I straighten myself and looked down to the ground. "OK, after this we try little more serious, now we take break." He said and I could hear the unmistakeable German in his accent.

Miley rose from the ground, and two people rushed to her, one was applying make up and another was carrying another pair of swimsuit. She turned her head and caught the sight of me, I stayed quiet as I watched her expression stiffen, and she looked absolutely outraged. Just how I thought it would.

Miley marched towards me leaving the two people, and as she made her way closer I could already see her mouth a curse. "What are you doing here?" She hissed, trying to keep her voice low.

"Cory told me to come." I replied "Publicity, remember?" I reminded her and her expression soften. "Right," She mumbled "But isn't this so soon?". I shrugged.