Publicity

23

Nick's POV

"When did I agree to this?" I asked 24 hours later, sitting on the passenger's seat unbelieving where Miley was taking me as she drove the car like a madman.

"You were drunk," Miley explained as she waved her hand around, indicating to shake the subject off "It doesn't matter, we're going to have fun."

"Hands on the wheel, please! Keep. Your hands. On. The. Wheel." I started panting, fearing my own death.

"Relax, I'm a very good driver." She said as she made a sharp turn that made the tire screech.

"I can see that!" I said in panic and frustration and it made her laugh.

"Does it scare you when I do this--" Miley stepped on the pedal and drove faster into the night as she spun the wheel before letting it go. "Stop!" I screamed and Miley took the wheel just in time before she was about to drive into a building, a car behind us honked and I could hear shouting.

"Look at your face!" She cackled as I panted and closed my eyes.

"How did you pass your drivers test?"

"I don't know either," She answered simply "Anyway when I said 'We're going to have a great time' I kind of mean separately."

"Wait, you can't leave me alone in some club--"

"Nick, be a man. You'll be fine."

"What am I supposed to do?! Sit and drink like a loner?! And, what? I can't flirt with any girl can I since I'm 'dating' you?!" I asked more in panic than in anger.

She groaned "You'll fit in."

"You didn't answer my question, shouldn't we at least look like we're having fun together?"

"Sure, sure."

"Oh I get it, you just want to party with your friends. You just didn't want anyone to yell at you for going to a club so you brought me. Is this what it's about?!"

"No, I want you to have fun a little."

"Well, this is not my idea of fun." I scoffed.

"Doesn't matter. You already agreed."

"Can you just please walk with me through it and not leave me at a random club so you can hang out with your friends?"

"You're not my responsibility!" She snapped.

"But...you're mine so I'll probably hang around you all night whether you like it or not."

"You know what? You're terribly awkward and insecure it makes it not fun to hang out with you."

"This is a bad idea, let's just go back."

"What?! No way! We also need publicity, remember?"

"There are other places to go than clubs; places I know you won't get drunk and stupid and wouldn't leave me."

"OK, You know what? Fine. Hang out with me and my friends, just try not to be embarrassing."

"One more thing; I thought this was about making me feel good..." I trailed off.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll feel great by the end of the night."

"You're not intending to get me really drunk and then hire a bunch of strippers to dance on me, are you?" I asked suspiciously.

"No," She laughed "You're going to have a few drinks, bust a couple of moves--"

"I'm not going to dance," I protested.