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Miley's POV

I had come up with an ingenious plan right before Nick bust into my house that day; it also happened to work out perfectly fine with my well-earned celebration. This thing with Nick has been going on for too long and it's confusing me. I wanted to know if Nick has feelings for me and decided to put it to the test.

Getting Nick high wasn't part of the plan, though. I intended to get him drunk as hell and make him tell me everything but I don't trust drunken boys anymore since the incident with Patrick, I know Nick is harmless but I'm just trying to be preventive and safe, also since I don't know what drunk Nick is like. I got him high on hallucinogen so I could mess with his head and so he'd loosen up a little.

If he was completely sober he would probably keep his train of thoughts on track and resist me and be all responsible and reasonable. I also wasn't really drunk, I just acted drunk. He's too stupid to notice the drinks I've had were mostly virgin, non-alcoholic drinks. I kept calling him Elvis on purpose and we ended up in my bedroom.

"Will you be gone tomorrow, Elvis?" I asked, trying to slur.

"I'm afraid so." He replied

I frowned and tried to look disappointed "Will you stay here a while before I never see you again?" I asked and patted the empty spot next to me, signaling him to come sit beside me "Please?"

He smiled "Okay."

"Elvis Costello?"

"Yes?"

"Will you rub my feet please? Just a little? They hurt so bad." I asked innocently like a child. But I wasn't lying though, my feet really did hurt.

"Sure." He replied "I'll just turn on the light, okay?"

I nodded approvingly and he turned around and started searching the walls trying to find a light switch, I quickly kneeled on my bed and reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head in a swift motion before I chucked it to the floor, I quickly lied back down across my bed in my bra and underwear at the same time trying to fix my hair a little.

Nick being the stupid idiot that he is failed to find the light switch and turned on my night light instead, my dark room instantly lit up with bright little planets shapes, Nick was probably still a little bit high and found the sigh amusing, I watched his cheeks expand like he was I smiling. I watched him beginning to turn and I panicked a little and relaxed onto my sheets and plastered a drunken look on my face, He finally turned around completely and his jaw dropped.

I smiled a little "Can't find the light switch?"

Nick froze in place and just stared at my skin, I felt a little shy at the same time a rush of confidence washing over me. "Um," He stammered "Where are your clothes?"

"I thought this would be easier for you to rub my feet." I said quietly, I watched him nervously trying to look away from my skimpy black bra, he was probably going to say something but then decided it was useless to correct a drunk girl's idea of making rubbing her feet easier, so he just stayed quiet and hesitated in place.

"Well, come here." I said innocently like I wasn't about to throw myself all over him.

Nick made his way nervously over me and then sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to look away. I moved my feet and placed them on his lap and he stared at it for a moment. He probably asked himself why I took off my clothes but not my shoes. He carefully unstrapped my high heels and then put them down on the floor before he glanced at me for approval.