Here's a quick little one shot I've been thinking about. It's a MileyxJoe, not really done that often, so I decided to try it out. Hope you like it.
I sat on the bench in the waiting room, thinking about everything going on in my life. Music, acting, Joe. Joe. My best friend. And unfortunately the guy I'm completely in love with. But I couldn't be. It was totally against the friend code. It's been over 5 years since we became the perfect best friends. I never thought I would fall for him this hard. I also never thought I would randomly be sitting right outside a recording studio thinking about this.
I sighed.
Everyone referred us as 'the couple best friends'. We always flirt and hug. And Joe seems to always have his strong arms securely around my waist. He always smiles at me. Ah, that smile. There's nothing like it in the world.
"What ya dreaming about?"
I turned to see his bright face right in front of mine.
"Oh, it's nothing." I turned the other way.
"Oh, come on. I think I know you a little better than that." He begged and I turned back to him, but still didn't talk.
"It's a boy isn't it?" He smirked.
"W-what? N-no. No. It isn't a boy." I shook my head a little too much.
"Yes it is! I saw that dreamy look in your eyes and that goofy smile." He then imitated how I looked.
I slapped him on the arm. I find myself doing that a lot.
"I do not look like that!" I defended myself.
"Miley likes a boy, Miley likes a boy!" He sang childishly and bounced up and down in his seat.
"Fine, fine." I pushed him down to a stop.
"Want to talk about it." There it was. The' random act of seriousness' as I like to call it. As much as it scared me, it also strangely intrigues me.
"No offense Joe, but you're kinda a boy. Talkin' to a boy about a boy, isn't really what girls do." I raised my eye brows. He pouted.
"Miley don't trust me?" He asked in a baby voice.
"Joooeeeeeee." I moaned.
"Okay, okay." He paused and faced me. "If it helps, I have a girl problem."
Some hope was now inside me but it quickly faded. What was I thinking? He's 3 years older than me and totally hot. He has million of girls after him. Why would he choose me?
"Tell me about her." I said simply.
"Of course I will. Because I'm so nice like that." He winked. I turned fully toward him and gave full attention to listen the girl who is taking my place.
"Well, she's beautiful." I smiled.
"She has long brown hair." I watched as he lightly moved his hands down my hair to the tips.
"Sparkling blue eyes." Joe gently moved his fingers around my eyes, causing them to involuntarily close.
"And soft pale lips." He now moved his fingers down my face and over my lips, my eyes still closed and a brush creeping onto my cheeks. I slowly opened up my eyes to see him smiling gently at me. His hand on my cheek.
"But you know what scares me the most?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. I couldn't find my voice to answer.
"I think I've fallen in love with her."
We sat there for a moment, staring at each other. I finally (and luckily) found my voice.
"Who is she?" I asked just above a whisper. His had still on my cheek, he leaned in close to my ear.
"You."