Introduction.
I silently picked up my apartment, feeling ashamed of what had happened the night before.
I mean, it wasn't my fault he wanted to get drunk on his 21st birthday, it wasn't my fault the feelings he made me feel made me lost, it's not like I let him break his promise right...? So why am I feeling so guilty? I've been asking myself this question for hours, I hadn't slept, I went sober when I realized what we had just done, I had walked home just in case, leaving my car empty on the curb outside their house, I knew I had to face everyone, even if even he himself wont remember, he'll be asking me questions about the night and what happened, making me spill sooner or later.
I groaned in defeat and tossed the glass held in my hand across the room that I had currently been scrubbing to death, as it shattered on the floor I heard the apartment door close with a soft 'click'.
Fear ran through me as I heard footsteps, I jumped slightly as Joe appeared in the doorway.
I let out a sigh relief quickly hoping he wouldn't ask about the cup.
"I sort of let myself in...I hope you don't mind, um...I brought your car, Miles are you alright? You look a bit pale." Joe spoke softly, I nodded slightly leaning back onto the counter, gripping the edges slightly.
"Yeah, just a bit tired is all." I said closing my eyes and tilting my head up.
It was hard enough to deal with the leaked photos, the questions, the hatred, having to smile when I'm in public, even when I'm crushed on the inside, but now this, It was all going to get a little harder day by day to act like everything is alright.
If you don't notice...Miley is 21...older then him. :P
Sorry, for not mentioning that. xD