The tears pricked at the corner of Miley's eyelids, as the last suitcase was being packed into the trunk of Nick's parents oversized black Escalade. She threw her arms around his muscular arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while he gently stroked her pin straight brunette hair. "Nick, you can't leave me here all alone for the summer. I'll die without you," Miley sniffled, gazing into Nick's root beer eyes with hopelessness and hurt.
Nick cradled Miley's delicate face in his callused hands, from spending too many hours strumming on his guitar for the sake of his 'hardcore' band. He gazed into her innocent blue eyes, giving him her infamous broken hearted smile. He gently pressed his forehead against hers, wiping away the constant falling tears that cascaded down her ghost like skin tone. "Shh Miles, you'll be fine," Nick exclaimed, frustrated, releasing his grip from Miley's body, "I have to go now, but, just remember, I'm a phone call away."
Miley sat on the guardrail, next to where the Escalade was located, bawling her eyes out like a newborn baby would in the middle of the night. Her knees rose up to her chest, gently feeling her heartbeat against it every once in a while. "Okay, have a safe trip to New Jersey and I'll see you in a month. I love you," she shouted, blowing him kisses while he got into the car.
Nick shut the door to the backseat of the car, pulling the seatbelt over his body. The car began to move as he quickly rolled down his window, waving goodbye to Miley. "Oh Miley, before I forget, we're over…for good," he screamed out of the window, pounding his fist in the air, "I've kind of been seeing someone in New Jersey anyway. Have a good summer, baby."
She could feel her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces against her weak knee caps. The chamber her heart was locked safely in felt like it was going to explode because of all of the emotions racing through her mind in that moment. Her body shook with grief as she pulled out her cell phone to make sure what Nick had said was indeed true. The keyboard began to look distant as the tears plopped down onto the letters she began to type on the new message screen. 'Did you really just break up with me?' Miley wrote, shutting her phone, and staring at the ground until she felt her phone vibrate in her hand with the response.
'Yes I did, are you deaf or something?'
'No, I just wasn't sure,' she wrote back, throwing the phone hard against the pavement, hoping it would break. But it didn't. It was indestructible.
'Whatever, Miley. Have a good summer and I hope you find someone who can handle your annoying ways (;,' he replied back with the same sarcasm he filled my ears with everyday. Two years I had spent with this jerk. Every day, I fell for him harder and harder and all he did was step on my exposed heart. How could I have been so stupid? So naive? So clueless? So…blind?
Miley heard footsteps shuffling through the tall grass that surrounded all around her. She lifted her head up off of the wet ground, meeting the gaze of a teenage boy, who looked to be around her age, with short black hair and warm chocolate brown eyes, who was carrying a brown box labeled: Living Room. "Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly, not breaking the stare from her never-ending crystal blue eyes. He kept looking at her, skeptically, trying to figure out why she was laying down in the middle of his yard and why her eyes were swollen with hurt.
She nodded her head up and down, hoisting herself up off of the ground, but slipping back down because of the wet grass in the process. "Um yeah, I'm fine," Miley said softly, feeling her back crack as she let out an unintended loud groan escape off of her penetrating lips.
"Oh geez, it doesn't look like you're okay," he ran over to her, dropping the box onto the ground. He reached out his hand for Miley, so that she could grab it and he could help her back onto her feet. She grabbed his hand, hoisting herself up once again, failing when she heard the tiniest bit of her back cracking. He sighed, feeling bad for the pain she was going through. When her eyes were closed, he gently picked her up, bringing her into the warmth of the house, gently placing her down on the couch.
Miley began to rub her eyes as she turned to face Joe, who was sitting across from her on the other couch. "I'm so sorry about this whole thing," she explained, getting up off of the couch, "I've just had a hard day and didn't mean to bring you into it. I really should be going."
Joe grabbed her hand again, pulling her back over toward the black leather couch. "No, why don't you stay. It looks like it's going to storm any minute anyway," he exclaimed, moving the curtain, showing it turn a slight shade of gray, "I'm Joe by the way."
He held his hand out, waiting for Miley to shake it like any other proper person would, but she just wasn't in the mood to be social. "Miley," she spat, ignoring his hand and making her way over toward the front door, "Thanks so much for all your help, but I really should be heading home now." With that being said, Miley trotted alongside the patio with the wind beginning to ruffle at her back as she became out of sight through the still open front door.
"NICKY!" Demi yelped, pummeling into Nick's arms, not even giving him a chance to get out of the backseat of the car.
Nick smirked, tightening his grip around her waist for an even tighter hug along with a deep, passionate kiss that came off of his slobbery chapped lips. "Hey baby, how is my favorite girl?" he grinned, swaying Demi and him back and forth in the middle of the driveway.
"Good," she giggled, wrapping her arms securely around his neck while they continued to sway back and forth, "I've missed you so much, Nicky. When are you coming back to live in New Jersey?"
He shrugged his shoulders in turmoil, releasing his arms from around Demi's small waist. "I'm not really sure if we are moving back here, you know? We might just stay in New York," Nick said, running his hands through his hair, confused about how he should react to the question.
Demi nodded her head in disbelief, tears welling up in her golden brown eyes. She made her way over to her car, unlocking the doors and locking them again as she got into the driver's seat and started the ignition. "I thought that maybe you would want to be with me for real this summer and not like all of the other summers' in the past, just you and me no one else. Not even all of the girls you played back in New York. Thanks for this Nick you finally showed me how stupid I truly am to have fallen hard for a self-centered bastard like you. So, I guess you can go back to New York now and mess around with all of those girls' hearts, just like you did to mine," she exclaimed, the tears beginning to roll down her tan complexion as she rolled up the window and drove off into the distance.
"Baby, please," Nick whispered to himself, kicking the pile of dirt in front of him.
The doorbell rung just as the hot water stopped hitting against Miley's bare back. She shuffled the bathroom for a towel, grabbing one off the floor and tying it tightly around her tiny body. The doorbell rung once more before Miley twisted the doorknob open, standing there with the door wide open, half naked with a towel wrapped around her soaking wet body. "H-Hi," she stammered, locking eyes with Joe's widened ones, "Could you just give me like one sec?"
"Of course," Joe murmured, continuing to look at Miley's half exposed body, "Take all the time you need. I'm sorry if I was interrupting your beauty time."
"Uh, thanks! You can come in if you want, I'll be down in like five minutes," Miley offered, slightly giggling at Joe's sarcastic comment. She turned her head toward Joe again as he shut the door and stood in the foyer. "And you weren't interrupting anything either," she said with a playful wink. Before Joe could say anything, Miley ran up the stairs, slamming and locking the door to her bedroom as she slid down it in embarrassment. Could anything else go wrong on this horrible first day of summer? Miley groaned to herself, placing her head in her hands as she let out a quick scream.
