"Take it like a man, you wussy!" Demi smacks her arm across Nick's bicep as they continue their walk to Nick's house, "why does it always seem like your house is farther away each time we have to walk to it every day after school?" "I don't know," Nick answers curtly, his attention set forward. Demi rolls her eyes, "and you called her the diva..." she says under her breath. "I heard that!" Nick gawks. "Good!" Demi retorts. "It's enough to have to deal with one bitch the whole day; I don't really need it from you too, Demi." Nick says scathingly before crying out in pain, his left bicep throbbing. "You want to say that again?" Demi arches her eyebrow threateningly and smirks when she sees Nick nod his head no quickly, "and I don't really think you should call girls 'bitches' it would explain why you don't have a girlfriend." "I get abused and my ego gets thrown out the window? Thanks. I feel the love." Nick says. He and Demi continue to walk for another 15 minutes until reach his house and he walks in, rolling his eyes at the sight of Miley lounging around in the living room and he shivers a little, "did you touch the air conditioning?" he questions, but gets no answer. He grows more frustrated and walks over to the thermostat, lowering the temperature until he hears the AC turn off, "Dem, you want some lemonade?" "Yeah, sure!" Demi answers and she watches Nick disappear into the large country home kitchen before she plops down into one of the chairs besides Miley. Miley's ...
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