Nick was sitting in the dark, past midnight, in his living room with nothing but the glow of the TV illuminating the room.

...the video was shot by Jack Montague earlier in the day on a plane to Brooklyn...

Nick was quietly observing the images playing across the TV screen.

"She grew up to be Miley Ray Cyrus....She grew up to be me..."

A smiling Miley was seen on the screen, her face filled with joy as she looked down at the child. She also had this look of...internal wonder? Like she just realized something that no one else did.

...the video has already gained hundreds of millions of views, but there was a surprising backlash of negative comments from people. 70% of which are parents enraged that anyone would let their child near the popstar, while the remaining 30% consisting of mostly the elderly and a minority of teens claim that quote "she's just faking it"...

The TV reporter further stated that she'd report more on the news as it developed and went on to talk about something war related. Nick lost interest and switched off the TV.

Now sitting completely submerged in darkness Nick could completely indulged his rampant thoughts.

She looks well, she seems okay, she was smiling.

After what went down at Kevin's house Nick feared the worst, then Demi told him she'd gotten on a plane and that nearly pushed him over the edge. He thought she was leaving, for good.

And he couldn't stand the idea of that, more than anything else.

But he wouldn't blame her if she packed her things and left, what has he ever done for her to make her want to stay?

What scared Nick the most was the idea that Miley have gone back to smoking. He thought she was running to Mexico or something and would hide there for 3 months were she'd grow weed and smoke in an underground basement.

Evidently Nick's imagination was on full blast.

You have to make this right...

Demi's annoyingly right last words before he left her apartment rang in his head.

How!? How was he supposed to do that? How could anyone make this right? It was so screwed up that only a giant screwdriver sent from the aliens of space could unscrew it.

You have to choose...

Those four dreaded words came back to haunt him.

Miley.

Olivia.

Miley.

Olivia.

Miley.... Olivia ....

It was completely inhumane to make him choose.

On the one hand there was the sweet girl who'd do anything for you, and on the other there was your first love who knows the real you. Then you had to put into account that his brother started developing feelings for her and left her hanging higher and drier then he himself had.

Nick pushed himself off the couch as shook his head violently. He stomped into his kitchen and resolved to make a sandwich.

Food normally calms the nerves... Nick remembers the time when he and Joe would go to town on food or share it whenever they were stressed for a concert. Smirking at the memory he walks out of the dark living room.

Switching on the blaring florescent light he pads over to the fridge and yanks the door open, picking out and emptying the things he needed onto the counter.

He slaps down the bread on a plate, smears the peanut butter over it straight from the jar and slaps the other half of the bread on top.

And out of nowhere Nick starts tapping my feet, and humming a tone. "I'm....good at wasting time...I think lyrics need to rhyme-" He skip a few line, "I eat cheese...only on pizza, please"

He stuffs the sandwich in his mouth to stop himself. He swallows hard before he suffocated, "No room for singing" he says to myself.

Nick feels arms come around me.

"What the fuck!"Nick jab his elbow back and it rams with something strong and squishy.

"AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUU!" he hears a cry of abject pain from Olivia.

"Oh my God!"

Olivia was on the ground in pain, holding onto her chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Nick couches down and holds his girlfriend.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" she wiggles around on the ground as she held onto her chest for dear life.

"You can get me back" Nick says desperately, trying to calm her down. He gets up and stands over her body, "Here, hit me in the balls."

"Uhm hmm" she shakes her head as silent tears break down her face.

"Oh Jesus," Nick bends down and picks her up and cradles her close. "Please stop crying baby"

She wouldn't.

At a lost for what to do Nick bends his head and kisses her fiercely.

That shut her up.

She grabs his face and kisses him back more viciously.

Nick pulls back and gasps at her, "That was your plan all along!"

"No," Olivia squeaked. "You hitting me did hurt....just not as much as I exaggerated" she smiles sweetly at him.

Nick barely held his smile back as he tries to look annoyed. "You'd make a great actress." He finally comments.

"Really!" she brightens up.

"Yeah," Nick says with sarcasm. "You'd make Angelina Jolie run for her money."

She puckers her face, "Because I was thinking of dipping my toe in the acting pool..."

Nick places her back on the ground swiftly. But as he straightens up Olivia grabs hold of his shoulder.

"Uh....what is it?" Nick asked as he looks at her hand. The way she held him made Nick more alert to what next would happen.

"It's been so long" Olivia whispers, pushing herself close to his body.

Nick's eyes pop open, "W-what?" he scratches the back of his head as he tried not to break out in cold sweat.

She didn't mean....she doesn't want...and why isn't he reacting!?

Olivia leans in close, "I've missed you..." and kisses him sweetly and passionately.

Oh no, no, no, no, no!

Nick was about to go into panic mode. She wants to do that!? Now!???

Nick was never one to turn down sex but he cannot do it at this point in time, at this point in his life.

Let's just say Nick knew he wouldn't perform well.

Nick's mind worked into overtime, think dude, think! How do I say no without totally crushing her feelings and making her seem unsexy?

But Nick's mind worked too late.

Olivia looks into his eyes and steps back, "You don't wanna do this do you?"

"Uh..."

"It's been so long, why don't you want to do this?"

"Uh...."

"Are you even getting turned on?"

"Uh...."

"It's because of her isn't it?" Olivia says with venom.

"Uh..-wait what? No!" Nick snaps out of this trance, "I just ate peanut butter!"

"Huh?" now it was Olivia's turn to look confused.

Okay Nick, now you got your excuse. Time to sell it and give it blood!

"You know it's very late, and peanut butter creates gaseous content in the stomach acid" Nick wondered what the hell he was talking about. "And if we engage in...uh, you know, it -something bad and smelly will come out of it. And I'm not talking about a baby"

"Oooooh..." Olivia says sympathetically.

Olivia gives Nick a hug and he vaguely hoped she wouldn't remember that the last time they had sex he was actually even eating straight out of the peanut butter jar. *Chapter 6...?*

He really liked peanut butter.

"It's okay, I understand" she pulls back and smiles at him.

Nick kissed the top of her head, "That's why I -love you." Why did he almost choke on saying those last words?

Thankfully Olivia didn't seem to notice.

"I'll be in bed, don't stay too long" she smiles sweetly and walks away. At the turn out of the kitchen she stops and looks back, "And another thing, your allowed only three farts, anything more and I'm throwing you out."

And she walks away.

Nick didn't think she was kidding.

Nick waited till he heard Olivia lock the door before he looked down at his boxer shorts. "This is all your fault" he yells at his mid region. "What is wrong with you? Olivia is pretty, beautiful, and all round sexy! Why aren't you going up!?"

He pauses as he realizes what he was doing.

Then Nick face palms himself.

"I'm talking to my penis," he rubs his hand down his face. "I have hit rock bottom"

Nick walks back to the dark living room and picks up his phone.

He needed his brothers...badly.

They were the only ones who could help him put his head back on straight. But he knew it must be a bad time for Kevin right now after what went down in the house and Joe must still be MIA, and it seemed alittle inappropriate to call Frankie for sexual advice. Demi would just nag him to death and his parents would maul him to death.

He couldn't believe the number he'd dialed.

Beep...beep...beep

"Hello?" the sweet female Tennessee voice with a hint of edge answered.

"There's a problem..." Nick says quietly. "I can't get it up. I can't sleep with Olivia, Miley..."

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Author's Note

I know I know...I'm the worst ever.

Please don't hate me!

I just needed to take a break, I don't want to be one of those author's who end up hating their book and abandoning it. I cannot let that happen.

But I'm so sorry for the month+ of silence.

I feel like there's something so wrong with this story...maybe its cause I know I've lost a lot of readers over the year and most of the blame is totally on me :c

*cries and yells to self* I just want you all to love me again!

But I really have to thank @ohsobiebah for reminding me that you guys are out there and your all waiting to know what happens next.

I'll give more effort into this story, I just hope you guys will be more patient with me. Apparently I've bitten off way more then I can ever chew...but by the power of Zeus, Thor, Odin and the Green Lantern core, I shall chew and swallow it whole!

Speaking of those, don't forget to check my works for more of my books, probably reading those others will keep you busy while you wait for this to get updated.

Also I'd like for y'all to comment a lot cause I need those in my cover story comment section. Plzzzzzzzzzzz! It'll mean a lot.

Finally don't forget to vote and again, I am so super mondo sorry.

Lots of love from-

~Ya Gal Vicky<3