Publicity

27

Nick's POV

Miley's one week streak of only having two blunts a day stretched out until about two and a half weeks; in the beginning she succeed for 4 days before breaking the streak and having to start all over again, that happened a couple more times.

During those two and a half weeks I went to London and stayed for a few days for an award show and did a radio interview, while I was there I didn't receive any news of Miley having a party or any unfortunate update, that's lucky I guess and she's really trying to be responsible.

I've got a text from her on the first day in London, it was weird because she's never really texted me before and I was surprised she even kept my number. The text was pretty simple but kind of disappointing; it read 'smoked 4 today, 2 after 7. starting over again.'

I liked the idea of her keeping me on the loop and letting me know and even giving me details that she smoked 2 blunts after 7 pm which was the given curfew, It kind of gave me the idea that she wanted me to care and look out for her, I kind of gotten an unusual vibe from her ever since the Patrick incident.

It's like gratitude, I feel. There was also some kind of affection, but mostly I think she's just really grateful that I had been with her through hard times and was around to help her out, like she really appreciates it. I can't lie and I have to admit I like her making me feel like a hero, like I was needed, it's actually pretty satisfying.

When I came back from London I didn't go right back to her house, I took a few days off and didn't really want to rush back to her to see how'd she behave without me, when I did come to her house I was relieved to see that it didn't look like a post-party scene, I knew I was having a little trouble trusting her with all this thing but it may be for the best.

I glanced at my watch when I came in through the door, it was 6:57. It was only 3 minutes before Miley's weed curfew.

"Miley, I'm back." I said with no enthusiasm to not make her think I was really excited to see her.

As I expected she was in the living room, puffing away like a little train, when she saw me come in she waved a little.

"Are you supposed to be smoking?" Was the first thing I said.

Miley raised her hand up signaling me to wait for it, I looked at her puzzled and after two seconds there was an alarm coming from her phone and she crushed the rest of her blunt into an ashtray before she sat up and turned the alarm off. "I did it." She said simply.

I sat down and raised my eyebrow "Did what?"

"It's 7 pm and that was my second blunt. This is my 7th day." She smiled.

She was literally smoking at the last minute. "Oh," I exclaimed "You did it."

"Hell fucking right I did. I want my party." She said.

I raised my hands up defensively "Okay, go ahead. You earned it."

She stood up and looked at me in confusion "You're coming."

"No, I'm-"

"That wasn't a question, let's go."

"Wait, what? Why? I told you, you can have a party without me." I reminded.

"Yeah, I know, shit face. But I'm going to get fucking stinkin' drunk, I need like a chaperone. Also you're responsible for me, and seriously we need to get our publicity stunt on."

"Why can't you go with your friends? Wouldn't that be more fun?"

"They'd all get drunk anyway, besides I want to celebrate my very own, very individual victory, like this is very strictly me. Come on Nick, you're supposed to look out for me and keep me out of trouble."