Let's Be Nothing (I Heard it Lasts Forever) // niley

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Miley

"I'm going to cry," Nick muttered dramatically at the sight of his frosty ice cream as he snaps a picture of it. I gave him a look that he didn't bother to notice. If there's anything Nick loves more than sex it's desserts that comes in swirls.

We found a nice spot to sit in the ice cream shop after Nick complained about air conditioning, for someone who spent half of their life out in the football field I never thought he'd complain about heat, I guess community service got the best of him.

"You won't believe all those trash I had to pick up. I swear these douche bags don't know what a goddam trash can is," He told me.

"You litter too, Nick."

"Well...it's easier!"

I rolled my eyes "Hypocrite,"

He devoured on his treat and I slowly enjoyed mine. I noticed that whenever I go out with Nick girls would be looking at him, even now. They just couldn't help glazing their bambi eyes over his toned everything. And right now they couldn't help themselves even more when he's drenched in glossy sweat (That they somehow find attractive, I can't relate) and his cheeks still has that perfect blush shade from the sun. And just like a little boy, gobbling up ice cream and leaving a little bit on the side of his mouth. Adorable, right?

"When was the last time you went out and not have girls drool over you?" I asked.

"When I was in my mother's womb. People couldn't see me and she was a hormonal angry whale," He smirked.

"I regret asking."

"I thought you're used to it," He said as he glanced over his shoulder to look at the girls that were staring at him from the other table.

"I am, I just...I get it now,"

His smirk grew wider "You get that I'm hot now?"

"Remind me not to talk to you about anything next time. You're always going to twist it into something so conceited."

"This is who I am sweet cheeks." He winked and then looked down at his empty hand. He had finished his ice cream "I think I'm gonna get another one,"

"Kay," I said as he started to get up, but then he sat back down immediately after he scanned the order counter. I raised my eyebrow in question. "The line's pretty long, I'll go there in a sec once its thinned out," He explained. I ignored him and continued to eat my cone, I didn't realize Nick was acting restless and nervous until he said "Hey lets get out of here."

"You're not getting another ice cream?"

"Nah, forget it. I'm good."

"Okay well hold up I'm still finishing mine,"

"Just take it to go,"

"It'll melt in the sun, dingus. You told me this."

"So what? All ice cream dies its just a matter of time."

"I don't want dripping all over my hand and get all sticky." I told him and I waited for him to respond with an innuendo, but he just looked around impatiently.

"What? No dirty jokes?" I spoke up.

"What?"

"Are you kidding? That was a perfect opportunity to say 'Wouldn't be the first time your hands got dirty' or some crap. No cum jokes, seriously?"

He looked at me confused, and for a flash I feel like I don't know who he is anymore. "Wow. Okay," I muttered.

"Are you done?" He asked eyeing my half eaten cone, I got annoyed and threw the rest into my mouth and stood up. Nick followed me and we approached the door, once we were out the sun stung like hell and I immediately regretted leaving.