Behind The Scenes
Chapter Two
MILEY.
I was walking over to the huge park and possibly the most popular in the city. I'd agreed to meet Demi there since our usual restaurant meet-ups were beginning to get boring. Only now did I realize how much of a bad idea it was. The place was so crowded you couldn't even move, much less try to talk about something as big as this was. First, she wanted full deets on how the proposal went.
'Miles! Oh my god! I cannot believe you're here. I'm so excited. Tell me everything. Now. Please' she started saying over-excitedly while hugging me so hard I could barely breathe, much less answer to all of her questions.
'It's not that much of a big deal,' I answered calmly ' he just proposed..you know, the same thing you see in the movies. No biggie.'
I saw how her face fell from complete excitement to pure disappointment 'Oh.' She said, and started to turn on her heels. What the hell was she doing?
'Hey! Where are you going? We still need to talk' I yelled after her jogging so I could keep up with her amazingly fast pace. 'I had the weirdest dream last night. It started out with me in the middle of swirling winds and-'
She stopped me half way through it 'You know what, Miley? This is not cool. This is not good at all. You just got engaged and you're more excited about a goddamn dream than you are about your engagement? This is not you, at all. What the heck happened?' she asked me worriedly.
'I don't know…' I started to say slowly. I had to tell her about how much I couldn't stop thinking about Nick. I had to tell her. Somebody needed to know and it sure as hell was not going to be my fiance. 'it's just that – '
'Oh my god!' she said interrupting 'Oh, wait. I need to tell you this before I forget. I got a call, like, one week ago and I didn't know if I should tell you about it or not, but now that the male lead has been confirmed I figured– '
'Just go to the point, Demi.' I said interrupting her the same way she had. I knew I had to tell her about the dream but unfortunately work had to come first. There was also the dreaded possibility of her forgetting this information by the time I wrapped up my thoughts. Poor Demi, so easily distracted. ' Is there another movie role? Cause I don't want it.'
'Okay, I hear you and understand where this is coming from and this will probably get you less interested but I'm supposed to tell you about all job offers and well, with Nick as you're co-star I tried telling to director is was not going to work out but he was so – '
'WHAT?' I interrupted. Yes, you could call this conversation 'interrupted'. It wasn't much of a conversation at all when you think about it. Much less a business meeting. 'Nick? Movie? Costar?' I asked in a complete shock.
'Okay, I guess you don't want it' Demi assumed as she whipped out her cell phone like a pro. I watched as she dialed numbers to what I assumed was the director's number. Each number she punched caused a tone to erupt from her phone, as if taunting me and before I shut my mouth, words spilled out.
'I want the movie role.' Did I just say that? Demi's expression was pure shock. A mockery of my expression moments before. What was that, Miley? She kept staring at me as Demi waited for me to add onto my outburst, 'I mean, it's a great opportunity for me to end my career. It could be my goodbye film. My finale debut in Hollywood. Or something that sounds less stupid.' I said with a shrug.
Demi nodded. She stared at for a few beats, before speaking to whoever was on the other line. I took it. No auditions, no callbacks. I had this role and Nick is going to be co-star and probably my love interest. Oh dear god, love interest. Excitement suddenly ran through me and i didn't know I was wearing a goofy grin until Demi pointed it out.
'What?' I asked in a dreamy tone, still partially lost in my dream world.
'Miley Ray.' Demi said sternly. My attention was suddenly focused back on her. 'Are you totally and completely sure that this is what you want? Cause there's no looking back – '
I'm sure' I told her smiling. And for the first time, I realized my words were more true than they had been in a long time.
'Okay, then you're on. I'll keep you updated on everything. The director should call you anytime today or tomorrow and fill you in with everything there is to do.' She loved her job. No doubt about it. 'Now, about this dream, tell me everything.' She said with a small laugh. I loved how she could my professional manager one minute and then suddenly swap personalities and become the best friend I loved so much instantly.
I smiled. 'Okay.' I said with a sigh building her anticipation. Before I even started her elbows where to her knees. One word and she was already roped in. 'So there I was in the middle of this hectic storm. It was almost like I was standing in the middle of a tornado except the center seemed to be the worst part. There was lightning swerving around me. The sky was a dark, depressing gray and the only source of light was the occisional lightning bolt. It was just such so traumatic and I was caught in the center. No escapes. Anyway, the storm seems to get worse when suddenly Liam comes out of literally nowhere and starts screaming his proposal.' I stopped when Demi's expression turned into one of confusion. I shrugged, 'It's a dream, sometimes I don't understand it either. So Liam is there shouting when he suddenly says will you marry me. Before I can answer he's already holding my wrist and yelling at me to get out of the storm. But for some reason, I don't want to. Despite the fact of the storm being so bad, I was filled with appreciation. I know it's complicated but I just remember thinking that if the storm wasn't going to go away, then I'm not leaving it.'
Demi stared at me, this time her features were either emotionless or unreadable. She looked blank. 'That is so weird.'
The way she spoke made it seem as if she was only half aware of her words. Her mind was somewhere else. 'What are you thinking?' I asked.
'It's almost like-no.' She stopped.
'What?'
'That's probably because-not possible.' She tapped her chin.
Now, I was getting antsy. 'Whaaaaaat?' I said holding the a in a whine like a child.
'If you don't see it then there is nothing to see.' she stated finally. This time she was completely sure about herself. I feel a rush of envy run through me. Oh, how good it must feel to know exactly everything.
'Explain?' I begged one last time.
'You and Liam are good together.' she stated randomly sorting through some papers in her briefcase that I hadn't noticed until now. 'Liam, liam, liam, liam.' she mumbled to herself. 'This is your script.' she announced hanging me a thick stack of papers. A small smile crept up on her lips, 'You and Nick are going to be great together.'
As she walked off, suspicion took over every bone in my body. There was something about the way Demi was acting about the dream. She was hiding something. A big something. I raised an eyebrow at the retreating figure before letting it go. Now my script would be my full attention.
NICK.
I glanced at the script staring back at me from the living room table. I was seated of the pale white loveseat, thinking. "A multitude of causalities". I like the name, yeah, I could get used to being in a horror movie. Of course, I'm not, and have never been a big fan of horror movies fan myself, but like they say, sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the love of your life. Getting over the fact that I took this movie role for Miley wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. All of the facts got me to this answer. A) I don't like horror movies B) I said I was retiring from acting since I've never even liked it that much C) I don't exactly need the money nor do I exactly have the time. So basically, it seemed like I was making a terrible decision. Though few, they were three important factors that implied taking part in the production was a bad idea. But there's one that overpowers all of them, one that makes me smile, even when it isn't a good day, one that makes me want to jump out of pure happiness .. okay, that's it, this is too cheesy for me, I'm just gonna come straight and say it: I'm still in love with Miley Cyrus.
Yes, I know it's shocking and even amusing to some but it's involuntary. I don't want to be in love with her, I'm not the type of guy who wants to put his heart on the line but I can't help it. It's irrelevant anyhow since she's officially engaged to the Australian. I sighed suddenly, feeling a little bad for myself knowing I'm in love with a girl I'll never have. She means everything to me, and she's gone because I was an idiot and I let her fall.
'We can only hold out for so long. Eventually they will pick up my scent. It's better if you escape. You'll be safe.' I said in a serious tone pretending to be exhausted after a run.
'I'll be safe.' I replied to myself in a high pitch tone, 'But you won't be. I don't think I let you die after all we've been through. We're close, we're so close. Just hold on.'
I rolled my eyes at how desperate I was. Here I am, with a script for my last movie, my last memory of Hollywood and I'm only paying attention to scenes I'll have with my ex-girlfriend, the one I'm in love with and the fiance to that Hamsworth dude.
Yes, I know his last name isn't Hamsworth but I refuse to address him properly.
"Focus, Nick, Focus" I told myself out loud, wondering if this way it would make more sense.
"Yeah, Nick, FOCUUUS!" I heard a familiar voice yelling behind me.
"What's up, Joe?" I heard myself asking while slowly turning around to face him. Honestly I really didn't care what was up. All I knew is that I wanted to know why my pain-in-the-ass brother was breaking into my house. He kept visiting my house ever since I agreed to do this bullshit movie. He said it was to "check-in" and see how I was doing learning my lines, but I say it has more to do with the fact that he knows I'm still in love with Miley, in fact, he says he's known about that for a long time. How, you wonder? It's Joe … the subject isn't worth conversation.
"How you doin'? Have you learned any of the lines?" He asked worriedly. Obviously he wasn't that concerned seeing as he was bombarding my kitchen in search of substance. No wonder I'm running out of groceries so frequently."You have your first table reading with the director and some of the actors next week, so be ready, man."
"Yes Joe, I already learned more than half of my lines." I told him as if it was something obvious, which it was, given the fact that I'm a very responsible person. What I didn't tell him was that those specific lines where only used in scenes with Miley. But, shh.
"Well, good for you bro" he started slowly "and talking about that reading table...you do know Miley will be there, right?"
"Yes, of course I know Miley will be there"Which was kind of true, but I hadn't really thought about that part yet. I was curious as how she was doing and I did want to get a chance to talk to her. But I always pictured our reunion to be a little more private and … romantic.
"And it's not going to be all good at first. Maybe it'll be a little awkward, maybe it won't, but you have to be ready for anything. This is your job, after all."
And that's the part that scared me the most. The fact that this could either be an awesome opportunity for me and Miley to get back together, or it could ruin any chances of getting that, that was what I wanted the more in my whole life. So I had to be prepared.
"Yeah, thank you for reminding me that, dude" I told him "I was trying not to think about that." My tone dripped with sarcasm.
"You'll be fine, you're Nick Jonas, after all. And girls do what you want them to do. Whether they want to or not."
Joe declared finally deciding on a slice of the apple pie I'd bought when I agreed to do the movie. Not because I celebrated or anything.
"They do not." I mumbled back lamely. Something about what Joe said caused a pit of curiosity to form within me. I knew I was attractive. Thousands of teen girl magazines had already confirmed that. And of course, it is hard to resist a Gray brother. Much less the shy one with the soft eyes, sensitive personality, amazing biceps and a grin that caused many fainting accidents. But I didn't think much of it … until now that is.
I ran a hand through my curly locks, flustered. Joe had allowed me to get my hopes up and now I couldn't stress the nagging fear of being rejected by Miley. If there is a mysterious force that made me the weakness of the female population, then I'm hereby asking for conformation to steal the heart of one Miss. Miley Stewart.
Please?
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