Publicity

10

Miley's POV

I woke up to the sun in my eyes, I remembered not closing the blinds last night when I went to bed, and even most times I woke up a little later and there would be no sun even if the whole wall were torn down.

I heard my ringtone ending and started playing again--implying to the fact that someone had been trying to reach my phone as long as the 4 minute duration of Nicki Minaj's Truffle Butter and wasn't giving up.

I sighed in exasperation and reached out to my bedside table, knocking down some plastic ornament I kept to decorate my room, and slid the screen of my phone.

"What?" I whined.

"I'm outside of your room," Nick said "I've been trying to wake you up for...10 minutes! You sleep like a corpse!"

"Ugh," I groaned "What do you want?"

"Why is your door locked?"

"Because ever since you moved in I had trust issues," I replied, getting up from my bed and unlocking the door, it opened instantly and Nick squeezed his giant head in.

"Get dressed, shower, or whatever. We have to meet Cory."

I paused and blinked "Together?"

"Yes, Together." He rolled his eyes, he reeked of expensive masculine perfume and minty mouthwash.

"Where are we meeting him?" I asked.

"Studio. People know he's my manager, He cant be seen and we can't get caught at his office." He explained in a hurry "How long does it take for you to shower?"

I hesitated "An hour?"

"Fuck," He mumbled, glancing to his watch "Make it 5 minutes."

"Whatever." I replied, turning away, knowing there's no way in hell I could shower for 5 minutes.

Like he knew what I was thinking; he said "5 Minutes or I'm coming in there."

"I'll lock the door,"

"I'll break the lock," He challenged.

"I'll...call the police." I said, and kind of stuck my tongue out.

"Do you realise you wasted 10 seconds talking to me?!" He said softy, but challengingly.

"Shut the hell up and warm up the car or something." I said, closing the bathroom door behind me and leaving me.

After the 7th minute in the shower I heard knocks on the door and didn't bother to respond, but then Nick's voice followed "Come on, we're going to be late."

"Going to?" I thought we already are?" I yelled back.

"What's the freaking difference?"

"Going to be late means I don't have to hurry as much and can risk it into being late. I'm either early or late, never going to be late."

There was a pause "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Give me 3 more minutes."

I could hear him clicking his tongue in exasperation "Fine, I'm going to find you something to wear so you don't take another 20 years to pick it out."

"Slave." I retorted.

I couldn't hear him anymore and went back to my own thoughts in the shower, doing my best to pick up on my usual pace before I had a realisation. He's in my closet!

"Nick!!" I screeched.

No answer. I turned off the shower.

"Goddam, Nick!!"