New story! This is told in Nick's point of view on the last day of the Best of Both Worlds Tour leg with the Jonas Brothers. Enjoy!
We were all sitting in terminal J of Albany International Airport.
Joe was lying on his back on the floor, spitting his gum into the air and trying to catch it again in his mouth. Granted, he missed it about 90 percent of the time.
"Joe, that's disgusting. What if it gets stuck in your…" Miley's voice was cut off by a high pitched shriek that echoed throughout the nearly empty airport.
"It's in my hair! Kevin! Kevin, get it out. It's in my hair," he had jumped up and was waving his arms around his head like a girl trying to bat away a bee.
"You have been chewing that gum so long that it doesn't even stick to itself anymore. Just pull it off," Kevin explained. By now, he was used to Joe's melodramatic personality. He hadn't even taken his eyes off of the magazine he was reading.
I was lying back in one of the chairs placed against the windows, and Miley was lying across the seats with her head in my lap. With my eyes were shut, I ran my fingers through her long hair, encoding its feel into my brain. This moment would have to serve as my last memory of her for at least three months.
Miley and I are just friends. Ugh, how it pains me to even think that, but I have to remind myself constantly. In my dreams, she is love with me, but in reality, she thinks of me as a brother.
Every time that I had mustered enough courage to ask her out, something had gotten in the way—Joe would come into the room wearing one of her sparkly shirts, she would have to run and do an interview, I would be called to the studio to practice. The list goes on.
And no matter how many times that I had tried, she just hasn't caught on. One time she did agree to go to the movies with me, but she had invited Joe and Kevin to come along. I don't know if she is oblivious to my intentions or just doesn't feel the same way. That was the one question that I was afraid to ask.
It was January 9th, our last night together. After so many months of living, touring, and performing together every moment of every day, I would have to go at least three months without seeing her again. Even if we weren't as "together" as I wanted, we were still best friends, and I knew that I couldn't function daily without her presence.
She stirred and spoke softly. "Nick, I don't think I can let you get on that plane. I'm going to miss you guys so much. I love Aly and AJ, don't get me wrong, but they can't even compare to the three of you." Tears rolled down her cheeks.
I pulled her up off my lap and into a hug. "I know sweetie, but I have to go. I have my own tour coming up." I breathed in the scent of her hair. "Don't you know how hard this is going to be on me? I have to wake up every morning and not see your smiling face, your hair, your eyes. It's going to kill me."
"Your tour doesn't start until the 31st," she mumbled into my shoulder. "Can't you stay until then?"
"We have to rehearse Miley. We've discussed this before. Don't make it harder than it has to be."
She just shoved her face farther into my body. It's not like I was complaining or anything—I has pulling her so close to me that every inch of my body was in contact with hers.
"Guys, the plane is ready now, say your goodbyes. We gotta go," Mr. Jonas called over to us. He thanked the airport employees and walked through the gate to the private jet that would take them back to LA. The boys two security guards followed him out.
Miley slowly pushed herself out of my embrace and off of the seat. I just watched as she walked over to Joe and grabbed his hand, pulling him off of the floor. "I'm going to risk serious illness from the germs on that disgusting floor just to hug you? You're lucky we're friends and I tolerate your unusual ways," she said as she gently pulled him into a hug.
"You offend me." Joe reached up and wiped away at the tears that were gently rolling down her face and took a more serious tone. "It's not like we're dying Miles. We're just going away for a little while. Now, be a good girl and don't forget to brush your teeth every day," he told her with an extremely stern look on his face. I just chuckled at the sight. Joe couldn't feign maturity for more than ten seconds at a time.
She laughed and slowly let go of Joe, walking over to Kevin, who was packing all of his books and magazines back into his bag. "Kevin, I'm going to miss your advice and your sense of humor. I trust your judgement so much and think of you as my big brother."
"I know Miley, and you are the most amazing sister I never had. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. You know that I'm always here for you if you need help." He rubbed her back lightly and pulled her into a bear hug, swinging her around slowly.
Kevin went over to the gate with Joe to wait for me. Miley slowly walked over to me, her eyes on the floor. Is it a good sign that she won't even look me in the eye? She stopped when she was about a half foot in front of me. I gently lifted up her chin so that I could see her face.
"You won't forget me, will you?" she asked as if she had serious doubts that it could ever be true.
"Of course not, Miley. Who could ever forget someone as amazing as you? I'm expecting quite the contrary, to be honest. You will be pretty much all I will think about."
She just laughed softly and punched me lightly on the shoulder. Then the tears came once again, this time in sobs. I just engulfed her in a hug and kissed her forehead. "You promise to call me?" she questioned.
"Every chance I get. You promise to miss me?"
She responded without pause. "I miss you already."
I pushed away from her slowly and gave her one more kiss on the cheek before walking over to Kevin and Joe. I waited for a minute and looked over my shoulder. She hadn't moved—her back was still facing us. The only sound in the terminal was her short breaths as sobs racked her body.
It hurt me to see her so upset, but I had no choice in the matter. This tour had been planned long before her publicist decided to extend the Best of Both Worlds Tour.
Hopefully this helped ease her pain a little. "Hey Miley!" Kevin called to her. She turned around slowly. Then he whispered to Joe and me. "Ready? 1,2,3,4…"
Take my hand tonight You know when the sun forgets to shine
We can run so far
We can change the world to anything we want
We can talk for hours just staring at the stars
They shine down to show us
I'll be there to hold you through the night
And we'll be running so fast we can fly tonight
And even when we're miles and miles apart
You're still holding all of my heart
I promise it will never be dark
I know we're inseparable
She had regained a little of her composure by now and laughed at us lightly. "You guys are too good to me, you know that?" I waved to her, slowly, as Kevin pulled me along, gently, through the gate and towards the plane.
I had walked no more than ten feet into the gate before I broke down in tears.
This story is going to be about 5 chapters in total unless someone has some ideas to fill in the gaps between my planned chapters (hint hint). I'm not looking for overly dramatic stuff though, so no plane crashes, deaths or pregnancies. This will end at the March 21st concert in Atlantic City, so plan your ideas accordingly. Either way, I would love it if you reviewed and told me what you thought of this chapter. I'm going away for the weekend so i won't be able to get another update up until Sunday night.