Publicity

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Miley's POV

I stood behind Nick as he flicked through his phone trying to reach Cory over FaceTime, he wanted the heads up on the drama Patrick caused at the club and if our managers had taken care of it. Earlier that day I woke up to find the alarm guy from yesterday leaving and the fucking stupid alarm nowhere in sight. After we had brunch—Breakfast for me, and lunch for him—Nick was impatient to contact his stupid manager.

After a while Cory finally picked up as his pixelated face popped into the screen as it slowly scrambled to form his delighted expression. "Hey, buddy." He beamed instantly.

"How's it going, did you talk to Patrick's publicist?" He asked, straight to the point.

He didn't answer right away; instead he looked like he was examining the scene. "Who's behind you?" He asked. Nick moved the phone so the camera would point at me, when he saw me his face lit up and he chuckled "You guys bonding now?" He asked suggestively and I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Just answer the question," I hissed.

"Well, just as Larry expected they completely disagreed with making Patrick look like an obsessed ex, I mean I get where they're coming from, no publicist wants to make the people they're working for look crazy and ruin their image just to save someone else's relationship. They also got kind of defensive, anyway don't you worry, I have a back-up plan. So we basically just create a conspiracy theory rumor about it and since it makes a lot of sense everyone will believe it. It's just to buy us more time to figure out what to do and when you guys get asked about it just dodge the question casually."

"Miley and I have a plan," Nick spoke, ignoring his stupid idea "I think it might work."

"So you guys aren't just bonding, you're actually solving crimes together?" He joked.

"I promise when we're through Patrick's publicist will call you and Larry to tell you they're in on the obsessed ex idea."

"Look, I'm down for anything except letting you two create more trouble."

"You just gotta trust us." Nick said.

He laughed "Okay, let's say I do trust you and you end up failing and making a lot of mess, what will you guys do then? Come on, I can't just take your word on it I need insurance."

Nick glanced at me before he turned back to Cory "If we fail we'll do everything you tell us to do for publicity." He said carefully.

His face lit up again like he already could see us failing and working us like dogs to get as much attention as he wants for this relationship. "Deal," He said quickly.

Nick smiled in triumph and was about to hung up. "Oh, BTW guys," Cory said, stopping him.

"Yeah?"

He smiled cockily "Happy 2 month's anniversary."

Nick and I exchanged glances. "Time flies fast doesn't it? I remember when you guys would always fight over stupid shit and Miley was a bitch twenty-four seven...although she still is." He said and gazed off into the distance.

"Why is this relevant?" I asked and Cory gave me a look.

"It's an achievement." He replied "I'm really proud of you guys for lasting this long."

"Kay, Cory, we gotta go." Nick said.

"Right, well I'll give you the next update first thing we get something from Patrick's publicist, okay?"

"Awesome," He replied and hung up without another word, Cory's face disappeared from the screen and he stood up to his feet and turned to me.

"Ready?" He asked instantly and I felt my breath got caught up in my throat, I stared back at him unsure, I felt weak when I thought about Patrick standing in front of me like how Nick is standing now, I felt my skin crawl in fright. "I'm scared," I admitted.