Publicity

7

Nick's POV

"Are you excited, Miley?" Tish squealed as she watched the movers assemble the new curtains.

"No." She replied from the doorway.

"Really, Mrs. Cyrus, I don't need all this." I said referring to the whole room being re-organized for me stay in it and changing the subject.

"Oh, Nick. Just call me Tish. Besides, we want you to feel at home."

"Mom, his home doesn't smell like pot and have bubbly-mothers making him uncomfortable and re-doing his room." Miley said.

"Oh, right. Remind me to hire a contractor to install air-freshener built-in air vents to get rid of that smell, and maybe add in some cameras too." She shot back and I mentally clapped.

"Why don't you just hire a male-prostitute? That would be more useful, you act all cranky like you and Dad hadn't fuc-"

"Do you like this color, Nick?" Tish cut her off immediately.

"Um, sure." I said, not sure what she was referring to.

"It looks like vomit." Miley spoke up behind us.

"It's called Olive, Miley." Tish sighed.

"Nick has a girlfriend named Olivia, maybe those curtains will remind him of her."

I turned to glare at her and she was leaning on the doorway with her arms crossed, smiling.

"Is she really okay with you moving in, Nick?" She asked in fake concern.

She's so bipolar, one minute she's being nice the next she's attacking me and everyone else.

"Miley," Her mom said in a warning tone, stopping her.

"She's very understanding." I said and turned away, I could hear Tish sigh in frustration at how I had to respond to her.

"Perfect!" Tish exclaimed, shutting us up. "Thank you, fellas." She said to the two movers.

"I'll go get my stuff." I said and walked out of the toxic room. Miley acts so rude to her mom I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by witnessing all of her mean remarks.

I escaped the house and walked over to my car and collected my suitcase from the trunk. I turned around to see Miley walking over to me barefoot.

"What?" I spat instantly.

"She wants me to help you." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, and you didn't throw a fit at her?"

"No." She replied defensively.

"You're too mean to your own mom." I said and hauled my belongings back to the house, Miley following behind me.

"It's none of your concern," She said and I shook my head. "No, but I cant stand it. Cant you respect someone who gave birth to you?"

"You say that like you respect all the people who have the ability to give birth-"

"You think I don't respect women?" I said, stopping in my tracks.

"You certainly don't respect me." She glared at me and I sighed in exasperation. "Everything has to be about you, doesn't it?" I pointed out and continued walking.

"Since I'm the only relevance in this house, the answer is yes." She said casually and walked past me, I watched her small bare feet collide with the ground and wonder what made her so lazy to put on a pair of fucking slippers.

I stepped back into the house as Tish exited the guest room, glancing up from her phone. "Kids, I have to go." She announced.

"Kids," Miley echoed and pretended to gag "We're 22."