Publicity

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Nick's POV

My whole body stiffened with shock causing me to sat up on my chair when I heard my front door opened abruptly followed by sharp footsteps of confidence.

I haven't been back in LA for 2 days and I'm already getting so many mild heart attacks and trespassers.

"Traffic's a fucking ridiculous pain the ass. I'm never going out by car again," Miley said breathlessly as she barged into the kitchen, her usual ray of optimistic but bitchy light followed her around like a halo.

"Hello." I muttered, stirring my fork around my empty plate.

"I have some news," she sing-songed, I looked up to see her removing her expensive sunglasses and revealing her lively blue eyes, she brushed off her bangs and a few strand stuck on her forehead because of the small amount of sweat she perspire.

"Me too," I said seriously, placing my fork and my phone down, she placed a hand on her hip.

"Well, mine is most likely more bizarre, so let's save the best for last. You go first." She said and then started collecting her hair to one side and fanned her neck with her hand.

"You will probably disapprove--"

"Did you rehire Cory?"

I hesitated "Yes."

She nodded "I expected you would."

I waited for her to say something about it. "Is that okay?" I asked.

She shrugged "Yeah, although he isn't the best manager you can use him for now, the advantage from him is that he knows all your circumstances so...I guess it's okay in the meantime. Don't worry though, we'll get you a better one."

I simply nodded. "Cool," I said.

"My turn," she reminded then flashed a delightful smile and dropped the hand that was on her hip, her eyes gleamed excitedly as I kept my cool, although I was so curious, judging by her attitude I knew it was going to be incredible news.

"Okay," she sighed and threw her hand around excitedly "Anyway, basically...I just got back from meeting a certain someone, a certain someone who I owe a big apology--"

"Who?" I interject.

She shot me a look "I apologized to this certain someone, I was so charming and sweet and we talked about it and laughed and it was so great, anyway, long story short, Mario gave us another shot to cover Vogue."

"What?" I blurted.

She nodded violently "Isn't it so nice of him? Well, I admit it's mostly me being charming..." She giggled to herself and stopped to stare at me.

"You..." I spoke slowly "Got us another chance to cover Vogue?"

"Indeed." She replied with a tight smile.

I couldn't contain my own smile and stared at her in awe "But I...Why?"

She rolled her eyes "Because getting your stupid ugly face on the cover of vogue magazine will definitely help your career and shut your parents up." She said "Duh."

I stammered "Yeah, but--"

"But what?" She demanded, her eyebrow cocked up.

"You didn't have to go through all that trouble, apologizing to Mario, for...me."

"I know." She said "But I had to apologize to him anyway. You've got nothing to worry about though, from now on it's just smooth sailing for our plastic ship." She smiled a little to her own metaphor.