I sat there at my desk in my room, waiting for your call, but nothing came. I checked the clock on my laptop, and it was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon. I checked my cell phone, and still, there were no messages. I sat, staring at the little cell phone that I had sitting on the desk, but I knew you weren't going to call. You never do. I picked up my phone and decided to call you. Speed Dial Number One. Ringgg. Ringgg. Ringgg.
"Miley! What are you doing?" She sort of whisper screamed into the phone. Oh, you had forgotten again, and once again, I was disappointed, and I felt like my heart was shattering. What was the point of secretly dating you if you didn't even put any work into the relationship. I know that I'm not the most popular girl or the most pretty girl, but I know how to keep a relationship going, and you certainly don't.
"God, Nick, I waited a whole freaking hour." I said angrily.
"Aw, crap, I was supposed to call you at four, wasn't I?" He said like he was legitimately sorry that he had forgotten, but I wasn't buying it this time. No, not this time. This time it would be so much different. "Listen, Miley, I'm so sorry."
And the word sorry got me again. All it takes is that one word to bring me back around to your side, to understand any excuse that you bring up. "No, it's okay. I know you've got a busy schedule and everything, and I know it's a hassle trying to keep our secret and being in love at the same time. No big deal." I said, standing up and walking over to my bed. "Where have you been?"
"I just got home from baseball." He said. "I really missed you today. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than go talk to you in the hallways, but well... you understand." He said sweetly in a tone that was perfectly romantic and not mocking at all. "You look so beautiful at school, you know that? Florescent lighting is good on you." He laughed, and I let a little giggle through. There was something about his voice that made my whole body relax, and I could just be myself around him, but then again, I could never be myself around him. No one could even know that we were in love. Never. It would be social suicide for him, and that's how much I love him. I would never want to be the reason for his social downfall, and granted, it would have been romantic for him to give it all up for me, but we're not that serious yet. We say "I love you" to each other, but that doesn't seem like a big deal. I see him with other girls all the time, but he never kisses them, which is good enough for me. I just love him so much that I would let him do anything and I would trust him.
"You're so sweet." I said, "I wish I could talk to you at school in person too. It's really annoying to have to watch you all day and not be able to talk to you. I feel so lonely without you." I said.
"Baby, I don't want you to feel lonely. Maybe we could try the texting thing again." He offered, referring to something that we tried last term. We just to text each other all the time so that we could talk to each other during school, but we almost got caught so many times, and it wasn't as good as talking to each other in person, so we sort of stopped.
"What if one of us gets caught. I don't want you to have to deal with that whole thing."I said.
"Nah, we won't get caught, and if even if we did, it wouldn't be the end of the world, babe. You and I could finally be together, and we wouldn't have to hide it from everyone anymore. That would be so amazing, don't you think?" He said.
"Absolutely." I said, wishing that it could be that way, but I knew. I knew it couldn't be that way. Nick's more of the popular guy. The guy that every girl wants to date, but they don't really know him. Only I really know him, and he really only knows me. Every boy judges me before he gets to know me, and that's why I've never had a boyfriend before Nick. And Nick is perfect. He knows exactly what I love, and he does everything so wonderfully so that we can keep the secret but still be romantic. I love that he puts so much effort into the secret, but... I wish he would put more effort into the whole love thing.
"So do you want to try texting again?" He asked.
"It's worth a try I suppose." I said, "But only if you want to, baby." I said. I was a little unsure of myself because texting isn't exactly a strength of mine, and not only am I not good about it, but I am terrible at hiding my cell phone when I am supposed to have my phone away.
"Okay, cool." Nick said in his excited voice, which made me happy to be around him. I always feel happier when Nick feels happy. There's a glow of good vibes that surround him, and it just makes me smile. He laughed, "Okay, okay. Hey, Miles, I think my puppy is dying to get outside for some good TLC with me, so I'm going to let you go, okay?"
"Yeah, fine." I said, wishing he would want to spend more time talking on the phone with me.
"Hey, you okay? I'll talk some more with you if you have something you want to talk about." He said, genuinely concerned with my feelings. And there was that sensitive, romantic side that I knew he had.
"No, I'm totally fine. I'll text you tomorrow, okay, baby?" I said.
"Yeah, text you tomorrow." He said.
"Bye." I said, hanging up before I could hear him say his goodbye. I slid my back down so that I was laying on my bed and I sighed. A secret relationship seemed like such a good idea until it got so complicated.
~I put my French book in my locker and took out my science binder. There were fifteen minutes before homeroom, so I still had a lot of time to get ready for the classes ahead. Beep, beep. I heard, and I check inside my bag for my cell phone which kept beeping. I picked it up to see that there was one text message. Click. Open.
Nick: :) Look across the hallway (:
I did, and I saw him smiling nonchalantly at me from across the hallway. He was swarmed by about six or seven other people who were talking really loudly, but he didn't seem to be following their conversation. He was too busy looking at me and smiling cutely. I smiled back and began to type the reply back to him.
Miley: I'm surprised that you actually remembered to text me. You've forgotten to call me so many times that I forgot you knew how to remember.
I hope he doesn't think that I'm being mean by saying that. I was only joking. No, Nick always knows when I'm joking. He's got an amazing sense of humor, and we totally get each other in every single way.
Nick: Hey, I'm sorry about all those times I forgot, but it's hard not being able to talk to the girl I love when we're in person. I wish we weren't so secretive all the time.
I agreed.
Miley: Nick, it was your idea to keep it a secret in the first place. You were the one who wanted to keep your flawless reputation.
Nick: I'm sorry. I know that seems really shallow to you because... it's pretty shallow.
Miley: Well as long as we're still together, it doesn't really matter to me. That's how much I care about you :)
Nick: I couldn't have picked a better girlfriend. You're awesome.
Miley: Yeah, well, you're pretty great too, but I wish that I could tell you that to your face.
Nick: Yeah, I know. I wish I could kiss you again. That was really something, don't you think?
MileY: It was pretty special. You're a good kisser. :)
Nick: You're pretty good too!
Miley: Haha, thanks, boyfriend. I hope we can remind each other how good we both are soon because my lips are getting tired and lonely.
Nick: Oh, no! Well, maybe we could try to give your lips a friend after school in the back room of the library? Or somewhere secretive?
Miley: Yeah, library sounds good. I can't think of anywhere else.
Nick: Me either. Library 3:05. I swear to you that I won't forget. I'll be there, and you can count on me this time, baby. I promise.
Miley: Just try. If you can't make it, text me. I understand.
Nick: I hate that I disappoint you so often. I feel like a real jerk. Maybe we could do something this weekend?
Miley: What? You don't have any parties to go to?
Nick: None on Friday night.
Miley: Okay, well your house or my house?
Nick: Mine. I'll get something really special for you.
Miley: You're so romantic. I love you, baby 3
Nick: I love you more.
Miley: Well, I'm going to head to homeroom. Time flies when you're texting the one you love. This texting thing might actually work.
Nick: Yeah. It's pretty good for secretive communication :)
Miley: Haha, yes it is. Okay, well, I'll see you and those amazing lips in the library's back room at 3:05. Please try to make it this time, okay?
Nick: I'll do anything I can.
Miley: Okay, bye then sweetie.
Nick: I love you.
Miley: I love you too.
I looked up and smiled at Nick who was slowly walked to this homeroom classroom on the other side of the hallway. He nonchalantly waved at me as he disappeared through the doors, and I laughed when I thought about how secret we were both being. We were acting sort of like spies, sort of like secret agents. We were being...
"Ha!" Mikayla said as she swept by me with an evil grin, snatching my cell phone from my hands, "We've got a texter here I see!"
"Mikayla!" I yelled at her to give me my phone back because I was afraid she would see the text messages that Nick and I exchanged. I had left my inbox open, and she could read the text messages with one click on the name Nick Jonas that was completely visible. And why wouldn't she click on his name? She would be curious about what I was walking about with Nick, wouldn't she? Who wouldn't? I'm a loser, and he's popular.
She laughed at me as she looked at my inbox, "Hey, looks like you've been texting your mommy, and you've been texting your weirdo friends, and you've been texting... you've been texting... why would you be texting Nick Jonas?" She asked me with on hand on her hip and the other holding my cell phone right in front of her face. She looked a little confused, but that wasn't anything that was out of the ordinary. Mikayla usually looked confused. She never really understood what was going around smart people with normal sized brains anyways. It's a wonder that she remembers how to breathe with a memory like hers.
"I... we're friends." I said nervously, hoping and praying that she wouldn't click his name and read the revealing text messages.