Publicity

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Miley's POV

I've been staying in Nick's house for 3 days; he's mostly busy so he's not much around. Not that I care. I don't exactly love it here but I don't want to go back home either, this is a good place to avoid Mom. I'm just here until she gets over her excitement, she's been texting and calling me asking how am I doing with Nick so many times I actually don't know if she's ever going to get over this. It makes me feel really guilty.

I woke up on a nice Saturday and walked past Nick's room, his door was open meaning he's still in the house. If he were gone his room would be locked up like a jail cell. I was hoping that I could gracefully glide down the stairs that morning and find him cooking me blueberry pancakes or something and I could torture him and throw them to his face, demanding him to cook me something else.

Unfortunately, when I got downstairs that morning he wasn't alone in the kitchen, I stayed quietly behind the doorway and crept inside when I heard a voice that didn't belong to Nick and decided to find out who it was before I get in there.

"You've been dating her for three months and couldn't find the tendency to tell me about it?" I heard a nasal voice said.

"What should I tell you about it?" Nick replied quietly.

Nasal voice scoffed "I had to hear this from the television! I'm not a distant relative that you never talk to and get news of you from the internet! I'm your best friend!"

"You just heard now?" Nick inquired carefully, making Nasal voice scoff again a little angrily.

"No, I heard months ago. That's not the case; I thought it was just a stupid fling you were going to get over after a month, I wouldn't care if you don't want to tell me about someone you hooked up with...but you've been with her for months and never mentioned it to me!"

"I'm not keeping it from you, we've both been busy how could you expect me to tell you about anything?" He pointed out collectively.

Nasal voice huffed; I crept into the kitchen and saw that the voice belonged to Demi. My lips parted in shock and anger instantly remembering how much I don't like her...at least anymore. She was sitting on one of the barstools while Nick leaned against the counter, his curls were messy and he was wearing a wrinkled white t-shirt. He looked sleepy and exhausted like he hadn't had his morning coffee.

"I can't believe you Nick, first you never told me you broke up with Olivia, and now you're dating this dirty bitch!"

My jaw dropped, I felt an urge to barge in and strangle her to death rising but quickly fought it. Nick sighed "I know you don't like her—"

"I hate her! She's horrible!" Demi interrupted "I thought you at least have some class or taste; just admit that she's just a rebound! She's no better than Olivia why do you put up with her? What's wrong with you? Why can't you see that she's just a troubled pothead! And worst of all she's gotten you into a lot of mess!"

"You need to stop that right now," Nick warned "You don't know her. You don't know her at all; you can't just barge into my house like this and say all these things about her."

"Do you even hear yourself? Maybe the reason I don't know her at all is because you never told me...you never tell me anything anymore!"

"I was busy—"

"Then make time! I'm your best friend!" She repeated.

"Maybe I didn't tell you because I know you'd react like this, I know you can never accept me and her." He said.