- - - - - Nick held my hand the rest of the ride. I held on to it tightly until it started hurting my hand. Nick didn’t say or do anything. He knew I needed support right now and he wasn't going to try to make me upset. I sighed in relief when I saw my house. I really didn't want to sleep over at Demi's house. I mean, I love her, but I just wasn't ready. And suddenly, I felt my medicine wearing off. I groaned, feeling my body weaken. Nick grabbed my stuff that we had gotton on the way home and lugged everything inside. Nick set my things in my room while I grabbed my medicine. I swallowed the liquid, wincing like usual. While I was sipping down some water, Nick's arms wrapped around me. "I haven't told anybody that story in 2 years," I whispered, leaning my head on his chest for support. "Well, the only person you've really talked to in the last 2 years was Miley, so what did you expect?" Nick joked, kissing my cheek lightly. "Yeah. . ." I replied, the medicine making me a little drowsy. I pulled away and headed toward the couch where Nick had already pulled the bed out with all my blankets and favorite pillows laying there. I got dressed in my pajamas, silk mini shorts and a tank with a warm sweat shirt. Nick looked up as I walked down the stairs and his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. "Should I go change?" I asked quickly, pausing on the stairs. He shook his head quickly. "No, no! That's fine," and I laughed when his voice squeaked. Nick was wearing soft <b>...</b>