Tonight I walked into the bedroom
You were visibly upset
Nick's P.O.V
From the moment she walked through the door earlier tonight, I could tell it was going to be a long and a loud night. Groaning, I walked upstairs into our room, bracing myself for another argument. I could see her anger boiling on her face; she was fuming. Great. For some reason she hasn't been the same lately. She hasn't been the same amazing girl that I fell head over heels for a few years ago. Lately, everything sets her off like she is some ticking bomb.
Tellin' me a made a bad move
But I didn't do nothin'
You start screamin' wake the neighbors
Everybody's out for blood
Didn't want no confrontation
'Cause of you that's what I got
Well you gotta chill out cause baby I don't wanna fight with you
Every battle we fought just made us look like fools
She suddenly began yelling, "You are always in such a bad mood Nick and I am so sick of it!"
"Babe, what are you talking about? I haven't done anything," I instantly replied, knowing that she was going to take it the wrong way.
Suddenly she started screaming at me even louder. "You're right! You haven't done anything and that's exactly my point! All you do is work and goof off with your brothers and friends…" She is clearly making everything up as it goes, grasping for straws here, making herself look ridiculous. Eventually, I was able to block out her yelling, but I don't know how. The entire apartment complex could probably hear her screaming. I try to avoid this every time, but here we are. I hate fighting with her.
No you can't have a World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know that there's
Lessons left to learn
Every time you attack
Doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know that I'll never let it be
A World War III
So I just walked downstairs, away from her and her tantrum. She'll calm down and get over it, just like she always does.
Now you're rounding up your army
Turning all your troops on me
Telling lies just to feel happy
Miley's P.O.V
I am so tired of Nick's crap. Sick and tired of it. He doesn't even care about me anymore! Okay, maybe he does but that's not my point. My point is that I'm done. It's that simple, I'm leaving. I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing anything I can put my hands on into the suitcase, purposefully making noise. Maybe that will get his attention. I grabbed the bag and stormed downstairs, yelling, "I'M LEAVING!"
But I won't retaliate
No you can't have a World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know that there's
Lessons left to learn
Every time you attack
Doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know that I'll never let it be
A World War III
Nick's P.O.V
I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to get me to say something, to apologize, and beg her to stay. Well guess what? It's not happening, at all.
No you can't have a World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know that there's
Lessons left to learn
Every time you attack
Doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know that I'll never let it be
A World War III
"Nick?! Did you hear a word I said?!" I heard, her voice booming through the room, breaking me out of my trance.
"Yeah, I did. I'm done with the fighting. I don't know what happened to you Miley. You aren't the same girl that I fell in love with. So if you are that unhappy and want to leave, then I'm not stopping you," I said simply.
So she left. Just like that she was gone. No more fighting or screaming. The war was over and I was finally free.