Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.
Everything with a * behind it, will be translated to english on the end of this chapter :)
Hey soul sister,
I don't wanna miss a single thing you do.
The brunette in the back of a black car closed her eyes tightly. She didn't want to look at the trees, bushes and houses that raced past her, it only reminded her of how far she was away from home. The home she would probably never go back to. It stung her heart to think about her room, miles and miles across land and oceans. The room she would never see again, never live in again. It pained her to think about everyone she had to leave behind, her best friends, the people she loved.
Tears burned behind her eyes, but she wouldn't allow them to pass her closed lids. She didn't care if they would smear her make up in black streaks across her face. She only cared that she had to be strong, she had to be for herself. She ignored the children outside, screaming to eachother in a language that was not forgeign for her at all, but it wasn't her native tongue either. She ignored the happiness that flew through the car from their laughter, from the sun that was shining brightly. She ignored every single thing around her.
Her headphones blasted a new song in her ears, drowning out every single sound from the world around her. Eventough there were two elder people in the front of the car driving her to her new home, she felt alone. This wasn't her choice, but she wasn't off age yet. Her biological parents wanted her back, and they had every single right to, since she was never adopted. She never wanted to go to the other side of the world, she had never planned to go to another country then the small one she lived in. But, she was only sixteen years old, not an adult yet, so there was nothing she could do against it. Her story ended up with her getting flown over to California, the state of the famous, riches and the fancy.
She opened her eyes again as the car slowed down, but she ignored the woman as she turned in her seat to look at her. She just looked at her black, chipped nail polish she had put on her short finger nails days ago. She didn't care that they looked like shit. It was as if every single emotion, except for anger, was torn out of her and thrown to the deep, endless bottom of the ocean.
The woman in the front exchanged worried looks with the man as the car came to a halt infront of a house. She sighed as she unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car, hoping that the sixteen year old in the back of the car would finally talk to them.
But Miley had different plans. Once she had gotten out of the car, she had grabbed one of her suitcases from the man she would from now on have to consider her father, and followed the woman, that she had to consider her mother, through the wooden doors that led into the house. Her eyes shifted through the hallway with no emotion. Her eyes gliding along the many pictures on the wall, most of them containing a family of six in the frame. But some had pictures of just three boys, some with four boys, and some with just one of the four in them.
"Put your suitcase down, Destiny. And let's go into the livingroom." The woman shuddered as the girl looked at her with no emotion in her eyes. She would have never imagined that a child could look at their mother with such a look. It pained her that her only daughter would look at her as if she was some criminal that just mudered out the girl's whole family.
"It's Miley." Miley's icy voice made the woman shudder again. There was no trace of an accent in her voice, she sounded like a real american girl. "I changed it when I was legally old enough to do so."
"Alright, Miley." The woman sighed once again as she placed the suitcase she was holding against the wall, then went through a door that led into the livingroom.
Miley dropped her suitcase at her feet and stepped around it, following the woman into the livingroom. She had her phone out before she had even reached the couch to sit. Her fingers rapidly going over the clear touchscreen of the phone. 'Haal me uit deze hel.(*)' The message stood in bold black letters on the screen, the name to who it was going was displayed above it. 'Justin'
Tears pricked behind her eyes, but Miley wouldn't show them to the woman, she had promised herself. The salty water burned her eyes as tears tried to make their way down her face, with no such luck. Her vision blurred as she watched the message be send, and then fade into her background. One with herself, a boy and another girl on it. All looking happy. The picture had been taken two weeks ago, when everything was about to change for Miley.
"You want something to drink?" Denise had caught a glimpse of Miley's tear clouded eyes, but when the girl looked up, they had faded and were replaced with the cold glare again. "No then." She rubbed her forehead and stepped back into the hallway, her voice echoeing through the empty house. "Boys! Get down here!" She screamed before getting back in the livingroom, only to see that the girl was staring at her phone again.
Miley didn't even look up when four pairs of feet filled the house with noise as they rushed down the stairs. She ignored them when they entered the room, her eyes still looking at the new message that filled the screen of her phone. 'You know I can't, baby. I love you. X' It caused new tears to cloud her eyes, still none falling down her face.
"She only said she has legally changed her name to Miley." Miley scoffed as Denise whispered to the boys, as if she wasn't even there. As if she couldn't hear her. "She hasn't said anything else." This made Miley roll her eyes, scoffing again.
Miley didn't look up as three figures appeared infront of her, her fingers already typing away on the touchscreen of her phone again. 'Dit is gewoon..(2*) ugh. Screw everyone, I just want to come home to you.' Then she finally looked up, her eyes falling onto three boys her best friend's room had been hanging full with. The Jonas Brothers.
"Hi." The youngest said uncomfortable. His eyes shifting from Miley towards his older brothers, not knowing what to say after he saw the girl's icy eyes. He knew the girl was his sister, his twin sister, but she made him uncomfortable with her glare. He shifted to his other feet when she just stared at him, not saying anything.
"Juist.(3*)" Miley laughed, but it had no emotion behind it. "Grapjassen, echt heel leuk.(4*)" She added sarcastic, getting up from the couch. "Can you get me home now?" She turned to face Denise. "This joke has been going on long enough, I want to go home." She crossed her arms, her eyes boring into Denise's.
"Des.. Miley," She corrected herself as the girl's glare intensed. "you're here to live with us."
"I think I'll pass." Miley gave her a sarcastic smile. "I went with the whole 'your biological parents want to meet you' nonsense. But now it's time for me to go home." She quickly added as the woman opened her mouth. "My real home." She turned towards the three shocked boys. "I would say 'nice to meet you', but then I would be lying. I was raised not to lie." With that she turned around again, brushing past Denise, into the hallway where all her suitcases were now standing. She didn't bother picking up any suitcases, knowing she wouldn't get far in a city she did not know. But it was all for the dramatic effect she tried to give it. You know, running away, getting lost in a big city. It gave her an adrenaline rush by just thinking of it.
"Destiny Hope Jonas." The mention of her full name made her stop and turn around, her glare now icyer and harder then ever.
"I told you," She hissed between her teeth. "it's Miley. Miley Ray." Tears burned her eyes again as she tought about the only fatherly figure she had in her life. His name was Ray, and died two years before Miley had changed her name. It was one of the reasons she had chosen Ray as her second name. At the top of that list was; in honor of Ray Cyrus.
The tears weren't able to stay behind her eyes. They trickled down her cheeks, smearing black stripes across them. They all came at once, making Miley feel dizzy and unstable, causing her to collapse to her knees as the tears just kept streaming. It was like the tears of three years came out at once, finally finding an escape from their prison; Miley's eyes.
She felt arms wrap around her, she tried to push them off, but she was to weak. Her body shook with every sob that escaped her, making the sleeves of her sweater drenched as she burried her head in her arms. She wasn't in control of her body. The last time that had happened was three years ago, when the only father she ever knew left her, going to his new life in heaven. It had torn Miley so bad, that she had almost fallen into depression. But her friends kept her alive, trying to make her forget about Ray Cyrus. But she couldn't, she would never forget the man that raised her to be the girl she was now.
Nick sat on his knees next to the broken girl, his arms tightly around her, pulling her into his side. "Shhh, it's alright." He whispered, rubbing her left arm with his left hand, while his right arm just held her into his body tightly. Eventough he had never met her properly, she was still his sister, still his twin sister, and he felt the pain she was feeling.
Joe looked at Kevin helplessly as his younger brother tried to calm and comfort their sister. But he only got the same look back, not what he was hoping for. He looked over at his mother, who had her head burried in her hands. Not knowing what to do, the second oldest just hugged his mother tightly, hoping that she, and his sister, would calm down soon.
Paul stood in the doorway, holding onto his nine year old son, who didn't understand a thing that was going on. He was just playing with his action figure that he took with him when he and his older brothers ran down the stairs to meet their sister.
And I love you more,
then I did before.
She didn't try to ignore the sound of the wind, smashing rain droplets against her window. Miley was always one to love the rain, everything just smelled so fresh after some heavy rain. It always made her feel happy, she just loved the soft clatter sound it made as it hit her window. It was calming, it was comfortable.
Her toughts were interupted when the door opened with a soft creak, but her eyes were still focused on the rain that clattered softly against the window. She turned her head when the person in the doorway just stood there, not saying anything. It made her uncomfortable how he was just standing there, his hands in his front pockets, leaning against the doorway. "Hmm?"
Nick pushed himself from the doorway, taking slow steps towards the girl that was sitting on the windowsill, looking enchanted by the rain that always soothed him too. "You alright?" He spoke softly, but he knew she had heard him. It was the way she tensed and looked back at the rain. A sign he also had when he was uncomfortable, angry or just sad. He realized they had alot in common.
Miley just shrugged as she leaned her head against the cool glass of the window. "I'm fine." It was said quiet, but Nick could understand her. He knew she was lying, no one could be fine after going through what she had gone through that day. It was impossible. "Is there anything you want?" Her gaze never left the window as she spoke to him, her eyes following droplets of rain as they slipped down the outside of the window, dissapearing onto the frame.
"I Just wanted to talk." He sat down on the window sill across from her, pulling his legs up so they were against his chest. "Rain's beautiful isn't it?" He looked at the sky, it was dark and clouded, but the moon still shone out brightly.
She made a small laughing sound. "Yeah, it has always enchanted me. It's just so calming to hear the soft clatter as it hits the window, or the roof." She shifted her eyes from the rain to Nick. "Don't you think?"
"It is soothing." He turned his gaze to her. "It sooths me everytime when I'm upset. It is as if the rain knows when to fall, just to make me feel better." He chuckled. He placed his arms loosely on his knees.
"Yeah." Miley looked back out the window again. "My best friend's obsessed with you." A small smile played on her lips as she tought about her best friend's room in the orphanage. "Every inch of the walls are covered with JB posters. It's as if you get followed if you are in her room for to long. It's like you get claustrophobic, by just looking at them." She let out a small laugh again.
He let his eyes shift through her dark room, he could still make out some things. "I see you're a Justin Bieber fan." His eyes fell on the only poster that was hung up on the wall. It stood out against the white wall, being the only object on it.
She looked at it, her smile falling. "He gave it to me the day I left. He said I wouldn't forget him that way." She shook her head, tears burning behind her eyes, but she felt as if none were left. It felt like she had used all of her tears. "As if I ever.." She trailed of, scared to finish her sentence.
Nick looked back at her again, confusion filling his toughts. "What do you mean?" He shifted, making the sill creak a little under him. "You never..." He bit his lip as his sister shook her head, mumbling to herself.
Miley looked up again, throwing her hair backwards. "Oh, but I did. I think I know him better than heself does." She chuckled. She unfolded her legs from under her and hopped of the windowsill, making her way through her pitch black room. She cursed as she walked up against the bedside table. The room lightened as she turned on the bedside lamp, throwing shadows from all the furniture in the room, onto the walls. "Ik heb 't hier..(5*)" She rummaged through her open suitcase. A toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair brush and alot of other stuff were thrown onto her bed till she finally straightened up.
Nick took the wrinkled photograph out of her hand, it had a boy and Miley on it. He smoothed out the fold through the boy's face to get a better look at him. "Is this.." He didn't even have to finish as Miley nodded.
"That's my boyfriend," The brunette swallowed harshly. "Justin Bieber." She took the picture back from him. "This was made two weeks before I had to leave, on our four months anniversary." She swallowed again as she tried to smooth out the wrinkled picture. "You must know how it feels to leave people behind that you love."
"Hmm." Was his only answer.
Her eyes shifted to the alarm clock that was standing on her other bedside table. It flashed to her in bright red numbers; 12;55 AM "I think I'm going to sleep, goodnight." She gave him one last smile before she turned towards her bed, but she didn't get in before looking back at her brother again. "Thank you." She whispered.
He smiled back at her. "Goodnight, Mi." He walked past her bed, turning of her bedside light, letting the room fall into darkness again. "See you in the morning." He whispered at the girl, who's breathing had already evened out, singing him that she had fallen asleep already. "Sweet dreams." He closed the door behind him with a soft thud.
I'm calling out, can you hear my voice?
I'm gonna follow you through all the noise.
The only sound that was made, was the clattering of kitchen utensils and the soft spluttering of frying bacon. The smell had woken up Miley, and her being the curious one she was, went out to investigate where the delicious smell was coming from. The clock-hands on the clock on the wall made clear that it was still early; 7;48 AM
"Good morning, Miley." Denise smiled at her daughter as she sat down at the kitchen table, still wearing her pyjamas.
"Good morning." The girl smiled at the woman, who stiffened. She just shrugged it of and picked up her phone that she had placed on the table when she sat down. Her fingers typing at a rapid pace again. 'Hoop dat ik je niet wakker sms. En als dat zo is, dan spijt het me niet!(6*) Hehe, just kidding. Ik mis je. :( Maar ik denk dat ik het hier misschien toch leuk ga vinden. Ookal zijn jullie duizende kilometers ver.(7*) X' She dropped her phone back on the table. "Ruikt goed.(8*)" She hummed, dreamy.
Denise turned to look at the brunette. "I'm sorry?" A look of confusion crossed her face. "Could you maybe repeat that?" She turned back to the stove, making sure her bacon wasn't burning.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It smells great." She ignored her phone when it buzzed. "And I also want to apologize for my behavior yesterday." She looked down, biting onto her lower lip. "I was just plain rude. I'm sorry." Tears burned into her eyes, one escaping from it's prison, trickling down her cheek slowly.
"It's alright Miley." Denise turned to look at her daughter again, tears brimming in her own eyes. "I understand. We suddenly showed up, after sixteen years."
Miley got up from her chair and rushed towards the woman that she was slowly starting to conciderate as her mother. "I'm sorry." She mumbled as she hugged her.
"Is there room for one more?" Nick had been surprised that someone was up earlier then he was. Normally he woke up two hours before anyone else, but now Miley and his mother were already downstairs, hugging. He laughed as his sister grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into their hug. "Ahh," He sighed. "I needed that." He chuckled again. Then the smell of something burning made him pull away. "Uhm.. Mom?"
Denise gasped as she turned towards her stove. "The bacon!" She cried out as she quickly turned down the stove, fawning the smoke above the pan away with her hand.
Miley blinked a few times, staring as her mother tried to save the bacon. Then she started laughing, collapsing back into her chair. She grabbed her phone to check the message she had gotten, still giggling. The screen read: 'Bedank! Nu ben ik weer wakker! Nee hoor, grapje. ;) Het is pas 10 uur 's avonds hier! Ga nog echt niet naar bed. Hihi. :D Ik mis je ook! :( Het is niet hetzelfde hier zonder jou!(9*) xx' Miley sighed as she looked away from her phone, out into the garden.
"What's wrong?" Nick barely caught the phone as she tossed it at him, continueing to stare out the glass door. "I don't.." He looked at the phone, the letters forming words he did not understand.
"If you would just basically read it in english it would say something like; she misses me, and nothing is the same withouth me. But if you read between the lines it says; I'm crying my eyes out, we miss you like crazy! We need you here, come back!"
Nick jumped slightly as her phone buzzed in his hand, startling him. "Can I..?" He opened the new message as she nodded, mumbling something along the lines of; 'Try, you probably wouldn't understand anyway.' But this messages was written in words he could understand. The name 'Justin' in black letters above the message. "Hey Smiley Miley, it's good to hear that you are finally seeing the light. Just try to hang on there. And know that we will not forget you. I love you.. We love you. Xxo" He read the message outloud.
Miley made a pssh sound, taking her phone back from Nick, who had taken a seat next to her. "As if. There probably will come a more prettier girl along, and he'll dump me in a second. Saying that this long distant thing won't work out." She stared at the phone. "He's Justin Bieber, for crying out loud!"
So we back in the club
Get that bodies rockin from side to side (side to side)
(*): 'Get me out of this hell.'
(2*): 'This is just.'
(3*): 'Right...'
(4*): 'Jokers, funny, really.'
(5*): 'I've got it here..'
(6*): 'I hope I don't wake you by texting. And if so, I'm so sorry!'
(7*): 'I miss you :(. But I think I may start to like it here. Eventough you're thousands of miles away.'
(8*): 'Smells great.'
(9*): 'Thanks! Now I'm awake again! No, just kidding. ;) It's just 10 PM here. I'm not going to bed yet! Hihi, :D I miss you too! :(. It's not the same without you here!'