Chained In Your Love

8 Years Later

Miley

"Good Morning, welcome to Daisy's. Table for three?" I grab a number of two menus. I look down at the beautiful blonde pig tailed girl. "Would you like a kids menu to color?"

She flashes me an adorable smile with a nod. "Two please." She holds up a baby doll wearing a pink shirt and shorts.

"Alright," I chuckle grabbing another kids menu with crayons. "Right this way." I lead them further into the diner to a booth table. 

"Can I start you guys off with something to drink today?"

"Two Cokes, and fruit punch will be fine."

I write down their drinks. "Okay, I'll be right back." I walk into the kitchen, checking in with my other table on the way. I slip into the kitchen an place a waiting platter down and three cups. 

Someone slaps my ass behind me. "Hottie at table nine." Lea pushs against my shoulder.

"Forget it Lea." I say not turning to her and pouring the drinks. 

"Come on Mi," She grabs three cups. "You need a little spicy in your life."

"Then I'll order some," I turn around. "I need an order of Spicy Chicken Alfredo." I turn back to her. "Oh wait, did you want one?" I turn back around. "Make that two. Thanks DJ."

She playfully hit my shoulder. "Shut up Cyrus. You know that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean Michele?"

"I mean, you need a boyfriend. You are to pretty to be alone. And so young."

"But, I'm not alone. I have you."

"But you can't sleep with me." She sits the filled drinks on a tray.

"We can always try."

We both gigle like school girls. "Shut up, and take your stupid drinks to your stupid table." She pushes the tray to me.

"Ohh, I'm telling my table you said that." I grab the tray.

Lea threw her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, no! Don't tell Mom Jeans."

My face drops in shock. "You are cruel Lea Michele." I walk out the kitchen.

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Nick

I look at myself in the mirror, and it makes me want to vomit. I went to flick on the warm water and run my hands through the waterfall. I cupped my hands to collect a puddle and bring it up to my face. I pat my face with water, hopefully to bring back some color and life in my eyes again.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Nick?"

 It's Demi.

"Yeah?" I grab a towel to dry my face.

"Are you almost done in there? I have to get to work," there was a pause. "I'm gonna be late."

Well you wouldn't have to be, if you gave me a key to the house. "Yeah, I'm on my way out now." I rest against the sink.

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Demi

I don't have any respect for him. Ever since the night Joe called me at three in the morning, screaming if Miley was at my house.

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