Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.
I walked down the sidewalk that led to the backstage door with my mom. We weren't quite there yet, so the paparazzi were still clearly present. The bigger I became, the bigger they did too. It's as if they never stopped.
Like two years ago, did they hear me screaming at Nick? Because before I left, there were only five guys there. When I left there were fifteen. By time I got to my house there were thirty. Nick.
I sighed inside thinking of his name. Oh how he disappoints me. "Miley, what's it like performing with the Jonas Brothers for the first time in two years?" Alison, one of the paparazzi guys asked.
Jonas Brothers? Taylor… Think Miley, think. Lie. "It's great, Nancy." I faked a smile. We got to the point where the body guards were. This is where it got crazy. The paparazzi always try to get past, the security people have to restrain them.
"Miley, Miley!" someone called from the group. I decided to answer. "Yeah?"
"Danny got ran over by K-Fed. K-Fed was leaving some bar and Danz was out there. The guy was pissed, he ran him over. He's not dead though." He answered.
"What?!" Mom pulled along. Well that was... interestingly tragic. Danny was my first paparazzi friend.
We went up to the security at the actual door and showed them our passes. What I don't get is they recognize me. Why do I need the pass? They let us in and I waved to the paparazzi. "Bye Alison." I waved. "See you later, Miley!" He shut off his camera and we walked in.
Taylor was waiting there for us. "Miley!" She ran up to me and hugged me. "You found out, didn't you?" She saw my blank expression.
"Miley, I'm going to go make sure everything is right with microphones and guitars and… stuff." Mom walked off. She must have known too.
"Why didn't you tell me? Give me more time to prepare?" I asked sitting down on the ground.
"I thought it'd be better this way. So did Joe." Toe. I'd never say that to Taylor, but I've had my experiences with the Jonases. Taylor and I didn't talk anymore when I found out she started dating Joe.
It really hurt to know someone I was that close to could go and date my ex-boyfriend's brother who abandoned me as did the rest of his family.
Taylor and I's friendship over came that, I didn't like not talking to her for that long. She's been through everything. I could ask her anything, get advice for anything.
She was wise beyond her years; she was like my 30 year old best friend who just happened to be 19.
"Haven't I told you don't listen to Joe? Joe is the one who told me to leave them alone. That was the worst mistake of my life listening to Joe. Taylor, I love you and I'm saying this for your own good. Don't become head over heels for a Jonas. It'll be the worst mistake of your life."
I don't think before I speak most of the time. Now would be one of those times.
She pressed her lips into a line. "Miley, haven't I told you? Joe is different. He's not like Nick. He'd never cheat on me. I swear." Her voice stayed in a monotone.
"We aren't going to fight about this." I stood up and straightened out my shirt, Taylor mirrored me. "What songs are we singing?"
"As this is a duet thing- I was going to let you pick four songs…" She smiled a guilty smile, she had this all planned. I'd be pissed, she'd let me pick the music. Fair enough.
I didn't even have to think about it. "Should've Said No, White Horse, You're Not Sorry and 7 Things. Please and thank you."
Taylor laughed. "I'm glad you picked those, I already put them down. You're singing 7 Things alone; they told me to ask you what solo song you wanted… 7 Things works."
"You know, I've always wanted to do a duet concert with you. I'm actually extremely excited. And by the way; if I see even a hair of one of those boys I will so-" Taylor cut me off by putting her hand over my mouth. "What?" I managed to communicate.
She pointed to her left, but wouldn't let me turn my head. Finally, I was able to and stopped breathing. He was there. He looked… the same. His face was still the same, his hair, oh Lord, his hair. Nick was right there, he was in reach, but now he was in reach of her. The one who took him from me, the one who took him. Selena.
"I'm going to be sick. Seeing them even be 10 feet near each other makes me nauseas. I'm sorry if I'm pissing you off, but I hate them. I hate them with a burning passion fueled by the flaming intensities of the sun.
"I understand completely." Taylor smiled sympathetically. I felt bad if I was making her feel uncomfortable, but she used to be the friend I could turn to for any problem. Now she's my friend, the one dating Joe. She's my friend who's close to his family. Nick.
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I shook out my hair as Taylor belted out the last line to Picture to Burn. "So how many of you guys are in their freshman year of high school?" She asked the crowd. A good majority of them screamed.
"Let me just give you a heads up. You're going to fall in love and loose love. You're gonna make friends and loose them. It's going to be like the wind has been knocked out of you, like you've died inside. You're going to be stupid and vulnerable, learn from it and move on. You're gonna be fifteen." That was my cue. Taylor started playing and I walked out.
Some people screamed and others held their "Team Selena and Demi" signs higher. I just smiled at them. There has never been a team in my mind. I was friends with Demi, she's a sweet girl.
Selena likes to flaunt things she doesn't really have. Example: her stuffed chest. The one thing she truly had was Nick. Jealously overcame me at that thought.
I sat down on the stool next to Taylor and she winked at me. I started singing my parts, as well did Tay. When we were done, one of the team signs disappeared. I looked at the girl who held it, only to see she was clapping like a maniac.
The power of a song is an invisible, invincible power that can overtake you like a rainbow or like a storm. Beautiful lyrics turn into a beautiful start over, a new beginning every sing time.
"My friend, my little sister, Miley Cyrus." Taylor clapped along with everyone else for me and I smiled.
"Most defiantly unnecessary, but thank you, everyone. I have the honor to perform up here with my best friend, Taylor. She is an amazing song writer, her songs come in handy if you really just listen. They've gotten me through the toughest of times. I'm lucky enough to be able to sing this song with Miss Swift, White Horse. It means a lot to me." I was talking too much, but Taylor didn't seem to mind.
She started to play White Horse on her Koa oak Taylor guitar. As we rehearsed, I began the song. I got a lump in my throat towards the middle of the song, so not rehearsed.
I turned my head and saw him leaning against the wall watching. I closed my eyes to fight back the tears.
"Well I'm not your princess, this aint a fairy tail. I'm gonna find someone someday…" Taylor heard me stop and quickly kept going on for me. I tried to not cry, I tried to not stare at him, I tried not to sing this song to him, but those three were impossible.
I started crying as I stared at him while singing this song right to the guy who broke my heart at only fifteen. I was a train wreck, he was the wrecker.
The song finished and Taylor put her hand on my back. "This song is called You're Not Sorry. Let's continue with our cheated theme…"
I took a deep breath as Taylor started singing You're Not Sorry. I didn't cry this time. I sang back-up for Taylor so that I wouldn't start with the fountain de eye ball.
Nick's face stayed emotionless the whole time. "No oh, oh." Taylor sang the last line and someone came up to her and gave her, her black guitar.
I can get mad at people. If you mess with my friends, my family or myself, I'm gonna write a song about you. Sometimes, that's no good for your reputation. Cheat me or Miley; I'm going to write a song about people like you. Like this one." Taylor shot Nick a glare and began playing Should've Said No.
I enjoyed this, slamming Nick. I decided to make the best of it. I mean, I was in front of 3,000 Jonas Brothers fans. Could this get any better?
We got towards the middle and this is where the fun began. "Cheating. Boys, what's your problem? Don't you ever have enough with just one? She wasn't worth it, boy. She wasn't worth loosing Miley."
Taylor spoke those words but then began singing again. "Was she worth it?" Taylor pointed to me; I guess this was my cue to slam.
"She wasn't worth us. No oh, no, no whoa." Singing that gave me some sort of power- I felt like I could finally get over this. Finally get over us.
Taylor finished the song and I turned my head to see how shocked he'd be, uh, not so shocked. Furious would be more of the word. He shook his head and walked off.
A part of me felt guilty, everything else felt like telling him to shove it up the ass he seriously did not have. Otherwise it would be kicked by now.
"Give it up for Miley!" Taylor clapped along with a few other people and 7 Things started playing. Shit, I forgot.
I wasn't prepared, I started late. I sang my song the same as I always did but at the end I changed it. I usually whispered "I still hate you."
"I still love you." Yeah, there goes my dignity. I just completely dissed the hell out of Nick and then I say I still love him?
I believed all my anger came from my love. I loved Nick so much that I was so angry and shocked he would do that. It's been almost 2 years and I still haven't gotten over it.
Now when he gets interviewed he takes it as a joke. He laughs at our relationship and so do his brothers. And I still love him?
"Thank you guys, y'all have a great night! Enjoy the… rest of the show." I ran off the stage and ran into Taylor.
"Just the girl I was looking for. Miley, I'd like you to meet Justin. Justin, Miley, Miley, Justin." Taylor stopped me and introduced me to a Justin. Well hello, Justin.
Every thought I had about Nick vanished. I froze right in place. I extended my probably shaking hand. I hadn't felt this way since I was 13. I couldn't even speak.
