Publicity

6

Miley's POV

Our management hadn't given us any orders in a week for some reason; I guess it was to build up anticipation. The pictures of us 'getting cozy'-as said by countless sites and magazines-had everyone going crazier.

I hadn't gone out in public since I don't want them to get a chance to be like 'The 22-year old star that was recently seen with Nick Jonas stepped out in LA' and all that crap. I know because Nick was basically everywhere lately and pictures of him surfaced and they tagged me in the headline, that's vile. I bet he had to act all nice and smile and shit and answer questions about me, I don't know why he has to be nice to people who made us look like jerks, I need to teach him a thing or two about that.

Anyway, Larry told me to drive to Nick's house and just create some more commotion, since I was still hoping Nick would take in on my offer on dating without our teams knowing it's really fake, I decided to not protest and make it sound like I was so delighted he asked me to.

So that brings me here, driving as slowly but not suspiciously as possible so the photographing life-ruining pricks can take a lot of good shots of me. Of course, I had gotten all dolled up so the media can feed on it and assumed I did because I was meeting my boyfriend, I also had the fakest excited smile on.

There was a bigger crowd outside of his house than I expected, and thankfully the gates opened in time so they didn't have time to swarm around my car. I didn't know what I'm going to do when I get inside, I wish I could just leave right away since I know it'll be awkward as hell, but Larry told me to 'just hang' for a while.

I parked my car recklessly and felt a little unsatisfied that I didn't scratch his stupid Chevy that was inches away. I would have though if that doesn't mean scratching my precious Porsche. I stepped out before I could turn my engine back on and ran over his car for real and sashayed to the front door.

Suddenly I felt this wave of confidence and felt like I was some bitchy 16-year old popular mean girl who was asked to spend time with the rich loser and give her a make-over. I felt like I was in control and could act like a bitch over Nick.

I seemed to have put my hand on my hip and the other obnoxiously pressing his doorbell for twenty thousand times. The mean girl attitude made me feel engrossed somehow about touching the doorbell button that has probably been covered in lame people germs, I pull my hand back immediately and scrunched my nose.

The door opened and Nick looked more annoyed than surprised to see me. He scanned my look, I had chosen a very chic outfit just to impress myself, and he paused to stare at my face. "The hell you doing here?" He spat and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm here to join your bible study." I replied and walked past him, my heels clacking against the marble floor.

"No, really."

"Larry sent me."

"Why?"

"Publicity, Moron." I said and scoffed "I thought after a week you'd gotten the hang of it."

Nick shook his head in disbelief "So are you going to just...hang for a while?"

"Exactly."

"Great." He scoffed sarcastically and I rolled my eyes and walked away.

"Do you even know where you're going?" He asked, trailing behind me.

"Listen, I just need to kill time here. I'll be gone in a while; you don't have to accompany me."

"I have to since I don't trust you in my house." He said.

"Chill. I'm not going to steal anything. Is this the studio?"