Welcome To The Storm
"Nelena back together again? We'll tell you what we think right after the break." The stupid announcers smile gave it all away, though. They'd come back and say yes, showing a few pictures then move on.
God, how did changing it to E! not help? E! was usually a Nelena-free channel since Ryan worked there - and everyone knew how much Ryan hated the two of them together. I glared at the TV, stuffing my face with popcorn as I watched the pictures of her at his concert skim the screen. How can he sit there with her smiling?
He better not even think to fucking text me this morning like he usually does. One night of them I can take – they were probably just friends. Two nights to his concert in a row? Just friends my ass. I picked up my phone. He really shouldn't start pulling the be-a-flirt card, because we both knew I could too.
"Hey, Mi."
"Hey, Liam," I put on my sweetest voice, making that sugarcoated. "Wanna go out today?"
"Why?" he asked bluntly. Ever since we've been forced out on "dates" by our managers and publicists it's been awkward between us. We had absolutely no chemistry together.
I smiled, tapping my fingers on the bed nervously. I didn't want him to know that I was using him. "No reason. Just wanna hang out."
He yawned playfully, "Call me back when you wanna tell the truth."
"Nick's brought Selena to two of his concerts," I blurted it out quickly. As fast as I said the words they hit me. But I didn't get any more depressed, I got pissed off all over again.
"Oh..." Liam's wheels began to turn and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "So you want to make him jealous?"
"No! Well - Kinda..."
He sighed. "Miley, why don't you talk to him first and see what's going on? They probably aren't even dating." He always talks me out of things. For once, why couldn't he just go along with something I wanted to do. I know I'm younger than him, but still, that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I know Nick better than anyone, and I definitely know they're going out. As in exclusively.
"I shouldn't have to ask him, Liam. We're supposedly best-friends – that flirt all the time by the way – and then he just goes out with his ex and doesn't tell me," I explained again. "Does that make it sound like it wasn't a date?"
"Maybe-"
"Liam, I don't wanna fight with you on this. Please. Do this," I couldn't believe he was about to refuse. Even worse, I couldn't believe that I was begging him to go out with me on a fake date. But I guess it worked.
"Fine. I'll pick you up in a half hour."
I smiled. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
He laughed at my antics and I could picture him sitting on the other end laughing. "Bye.... Sweetheart."
"See you in a few, Honey."
I smiled, rushing up to my closet and picking out a cute outfit that made my curves show.
He really had to pick Selena? Out of all the girls in the world, her... I mean, if it's Courtney fine, at least then his newest girl is actually new. Right now it looks like he's just gonna switch off between the two of us for the rest of his life.
I rushed downstairs just as my "boyfriend's" car came into the driveway. He smiled politely, waving as I ran out.
"So, would you like to tell me where I'm taking you?"
"Pinkberry," I said nonchalantly. He stared at me, making me apprehensive, almost as if he was waiting for another request. "Is there a problem with that?"
"I'm not taking you there," he told me, crossing his arms and leaning back. I opened my mouth in protest when he interrupted. "Do you want Nick to kill you!? That's your guys' place."
"That would be the point!" I threw my hands up. "I'm a big girl, I know what I'm doing."
"Fine," he pulled out. "But let's get this straight. This was all your idea. If he even accuses me, you tell him that it was your idea, and-"
"That's fine. I want him to know it was me."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You really want this kid to hate you, don't you?"
"Nick can't hate me," I told him. "And besides, if he's gonna go out with Selena he deserves it."
"It was publicity!" He spoke slowly, pronouncing each word as clear as he could with an Australian accent.
"Then why didn't he tell me?" I repeated, glaring out the window. Even if it was publicity he should have told me. I told him the second I knew anything new about Liam's and my fake relationship. He would have called me if it was pretend. He didn't tell me because he didn't have the balls to man-up and say straight out that he's an asshole who can't make up his mind.
"He probably thought you wouldn't freak out like this if you didn't know."
I shook my head, "He knew I would. He can't just lead me on! I'm done with it."
He didn't have anything else to say the rest of our way to get yogurt. When we got there he met me in front of the car, wrapping his arm around my waist. I dug my head into his chest smiling at the cameras. Nicholas better see this.
"Kiss me," I muttered as we walked in.
"No, I'm no-"
I leaned up to him, pecking his lips softly. I held myself there for a good three seconds so the photographers could be sure to catch it. I knew he wouldn't pull away because that would cause a scene.
"After this, we're going on manager-forced dates only," he whispered in my ear, almost darkly.
I smiled, though, perfectly happy with the fact he hated this. I hated it too. And if he was hating this it meant we were too close and couple-like. Meaning Nick would hate it even more.
"Understood."
PANTS ON THE GROUND, PANTS ON THE GROUND-
I shuffled around for my phone in my purse as Liam cracked his first smile since I picked him up at the ringtone. I finally found it in my pocket as I grabbed it, quickly checking who sent the new text message.
Nick!(:
Hell no. I wasn't opening it after the past two days. It took thirty seconds for curiosity to get the best of me – maybe he was apologizing.
Hey! : ) What's up?!
Red buttons are always bad. Red buttons are for when there's an emergency. Red buttons are for when you need help. Red buttons are for when you don't want to hear what someone else has to say. I hit the red button, watching his message fade away.
He would know what's up if he bothered to talk to me. Or if he, oh, I don't know, maybe told me that he's back with his ex-girlfriend once in a while. Man-whore.
Nick.
I looked at Selena playing a video game on Wii and sighed. I already knew I screwed up. Rule number one in my book was if you had to change the set list of your own concert for some girl, the girl shouldn't be there. It was just because I didn't want to hurt her, though.
She smiled at me as I walked in. "You wanna play?"
"Nope," I sat down on the other couch. "You're not friends with Miley, are you?"
This would be where Miley would turn off the game, and face me. She'd give me her full attention if I asked a question like that because she would know I wanted it. Selena didn't. She simply stared at the TV, absorbed in playing. It didn't matter though, because I had to do this – it was time to really move on this time. "No, she still hates me. Why?"
"She isn't texting me back..."
"Well, maybe because you didn't tell her we're going out again. That can tend to ruin a frien - NO!" I rolled my eyes, chuckling as her cartoon character died.
"It shouldn't matter! She's my best-friend and she should support me, Sel."
"Calm down, she was probably just on her own date when you texted her and forgot all about it," she swayed with the movements she wanted her guy to do on the game.
"Whoa, what date?"
"I dunno! Go look on OceanUp, that's how I found out."
I got up, grabbing my computer as I watched the screen load. I didn't even have to scroll down to her name. It on the top of the list in big bold letters with a picture.
Miley And Liam Pinkberry Date
Earlier today Miley was spotted out with her co-star and boyfriend Liam Hemsworth at Pinkberry. They got cozy as they shared a cup of yogurt. Is their romance getting stronger?
I scrolled the pictures as I found one with her leaning up to kiss him until she finally did. They weren't supposed to go out together again until February, closer to the movie. Miley had told me earlier in the week. She was ecstatic because she supposedly had hated their dates. The computer sure didn't make it look that way though. She was all over him.
My jaw tightened as I pulled up her Facebook, seeing the picture of her and Demi messing around. I smiled at her posture until I remembered how mad I was. It just made it worse she ignored my text.
To: Destiny Cyrizz
Subject: ...
Message: publicity? try another lie.
I posted the link, sending it to her. I punched the wall. How could she lie to me about this especially? Then, to top it off, how could she take him to Pinkberry? That was where I took her. It was for us to go on dates to and us only.
I simply didn't tell her about my girlfriend. I didn't lie straight to her face saying I didn't like Selena. Saying that I hated Selena. Saying that I would never be in a relationship with her. I didn't cling on to her for life or start practically making out with her in the middle of a parking lot.
She wanted to play this game again? Fine. But I never lose. She better not think she's gonna win this fight, because she's going down. We both know I'm stronger...
Welcome to the Storm.
what do you think? honesty is appreciated. (;
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