Publicity

17

Nick's POV

I watch Miley's door open slowly, hear head peeking out a few seconds after I had started to play the Johnny Cash record, like a little child on Christmas morning, she got excited instantly.

"How did you...?" She trailed off, walking closer slowly and following the source of the tune. Since yesterday we didn't have any access of any record player whatsoever since my laptop was with Cory, and I asked him to drop it off this morning, finally we get to listen to the records we bought yesterday...except the vinyls though.

She sat on the couch behind me while I sat on the floor, the laptop on the coffee table. I smiled at myself proudly as I hummed along the song, it was Ring Of Fire.

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring.
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

"I just love this song," Miley said.

"Me too," I told her, there was an awkward silence afterwards that kind of bothered me. It's like we mentally agreed liking the same song was something unacceptable between us.

I cleared my throat "We leave for New York tonight," I said, changing the subject.

"Oh, great." She replied "I know tons of people there, which probably mean I'm not going to stay in the hotel all day while we're there."

I turned to her "No way,"

"What? Why?"

"Because, I can't let you out of my sight--"

"Uh, Then come with?" She interrupted.

"--And I'm going to stay in the hotel because I might see Olivia there."

"Ooh," She said "Okay, then I'll invite Patrick to see me in New York."

"What?!" I exclaimed, she looked at me puzzled. "What?" She asked.

"You guys didn't broke up?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned angrily. "No?!"

"But he...didn't he?"

"Not all guys are cheating scumbags like you," She spat harshly. That offended me.

"He is." I said.

"God, no he isn't. I talked to him and it was just a misunderstanding." She shook her head at me "It was a girl from his college and apparently she tried to kiss him, but nothing happened."

"What?! That's bullshit! That's obviously bullshit!" I started laughing "'She tried to kiss him but nothing happened.' Do you seriously buy that?!"

She widened her eyes and leaned forward "I trust that he would never do anything against me like that!"

"But. He. Did! Are you kidding me? He looked like he was really enjoying being kissed by that girl! He was even holding her!"

"He was drunk--"

"Oh! That fixes everything! I'm sorry about what I said, yes, being drunk would be an exception! Totally!"

"Stop it! You're just jealous because he got another chance and you didn't!"

I grabbed my heart dramatically "Me?! Jealous?! Oh, yeah I am jealous that I'm not slick enough to fool you like that!"

"If anything else happened other than her trying to kiss him why weren't there any more pictures?" She challenged, her attitude was so confident like that really proved nothing happened.

"Of course there weren't any other pictures! Who gives a rat's ass about him?! He's a nobody, if it was Tom Cruise being kisses by that girl, or even if it was you or me being kissed by that girl everyone would freak out and try to dig up more dirt, every photographer would take a shot every second, producing more pictures! But there weren't! There was only one because no one fucking care who he is and no one fucking cared who he was with!"