A/N: OMGGGGGGG I completely freaked out when I saw I had any reviews! I was like omgomgomg someone actually liked it enough to take the time to leave a comment! *does happy dance*. Anyways, special thanks to Iloveyou1213, NightOwl303 , and MileyDemiSelenaFan for being my first, second and third reviewers :] I updated because of you! Oh and I think it's really funny how I got a whole bunch of people who added this to their alert list but didn't review. Teehee. Not judging you or anything but I know who you are! And just in case you were wondering (which I know you were), I said that in a creepy eerie voice. Okay wow this is long. I'm going to stop now. On with the chapter!
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It was a perfect Saturday morning. The birds chirped and the sky was blue. Shouts from a children's T ball game could be heard faintly as the voices carried across the field. People walked by with their dogs, lovers passing by hand in hand.
Nobody noticed the saddened teenage girl sitting on the swings, her dirty, worn brown uggs burrowing slowly into the sand. She had on jeans and a dark blue hoodie, the large hood low over her forehead covering a majority of her beautiful chestnut colored hair. Oversized sunglasses covered her face, the only thing visible being her small nose and the pouty expression that graced her lips. She couldn't help but wonder if she picked the wrong place to meet him at. How was he going to react? Nick loved her, no doubt about it. But would he love her and the little person growing inside of her also? Her thoughts were interrupted by a tug on her sleeve.
"Excuse me?" A small little girl that looked to be about five or six years old was gazing up at her.
Miley groaned, realizing that her disguise was not nearly as clever as when she put it together. "You want an autograph sweetie?"
"Mommy says I should always be polite. Always means twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week." the little girl paused, and when she received no response, continued. "Timmy says there's only six days in a week. Timmy's in my kindergarten class. My big brother Jason says mommy's a liar."
Miley sighed, trying to be polite. "What do you want sweetheart?"
"I want you to get the hell off my swing."
It's like rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you've already paid. Good advice that you just didn't take.
Nick walked forward, spotting Miley on a bench across the park. Jogging over he softly sat down beside her still form as to not disturb her peace.
"Stupid brat."
"Excuse me?" he looked at her blankly, extremely startled and wondering if he'd heard correctly.
"Nevermind..." she mumbled quietly.
Nick frowned. Something was definitely wrong. "Wanna take a walk?" She nodded slowly, allowing him to pull her up off the bench by her small hand.
They slowly walked through a secluded section of the park, his hand still around hers gripping tightly as if to show his support for whatever she wasn't telling him. They walked in silence for a good twenty minutes until he abruptly stopped, pulling her back and against his body.
He breathed in her vanilla scent, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Tell me what's bothering you."
Miley sighed against him, finding it extremely difficult to think let alone speak with his breath on her neck. "I don't know if I can..."
Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tightly and spoke softly into her ear. "Baby I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's bothering you."
The words burned into her soul like a fiery flame.
Fix It.
She thought it'd go differently than it did. She would pour her heart out, he would comfort her, and they'd become a family and move back to her hometown and raise their son or daughter. End of story.
Miley broke loose of his unsuspecting grip, sprinting off without a single word. She ran from him. She ran until she could no longer hear his exasperated shouts summoning her. She ran until she was out of the park, down the street, cars flying past her.
Fix It.
Her feet padded against the concrete as she abruptly turned a corner, determined to reach her destination of nowhere. Her legs grew weary but she continued to run.
Fix It.
The wind chilled her face; the streaks where tears had run dried. Her mind was in a frenzied whirl as she gasped for air.
Fix It.
She began to feel pain in her side and realized that she could hurt the baby. Her baby. Nick's baby. So she stopped. She stopped in a dirty, empty parking lot, feeling sick to her stomach. She wouldn't. Because that would fix it.
She began to throw up again on the black concrete. Her eyes hurt from the constant tears they emitted. She fell backwards onto the hard ground, crying out in agony to the deserted parking lot.
"YOU CAN'T FIX IT! YOU CAN'T FUCKING FIX IT! YOU CAN'T FIX ME!"
"Oh my god. I can't fix it."
So follow me unto the moonlit sidewalk and take me hand, grip it tighter and don't let it go…
Demi strode through the back door of Fox Studios, lost in her thoughts as usual. Starbucks iced coffee in hand, she nodded a few acknowledgements to crew members and rounded the corner to her dressing room. She and the Gray brothers we're performing on American Idol tonight, and she had arrived for sound check. Shutting the door behind her, she tiredly flopped face first onto the leather couch while kicking her feet up in the air. Resting her head on her folded hands, she fell into a light slumber.
"Dems you want to come to the café with me before sound---"Joe halted, realizing the dark haired girl was sleep. Frowning, he tiptoed over to the couch, poking her in side.
"Helllloooooo earth to Demi…"
Silence…
After he received no response he sighed, dropping to the ground below with his eyes still on her. A smile spread over his lips as he studied her closely. Her beautiful dark auburn hair cascaded down her petite frame and down to her small waist. His eyes continued their trail down her body and rested on her butt. Joe gulped slowly, looking left and right to make sure no one was present while he checked the unsuspecting girl out. He felt guilty because she was four years younger than her, and the fact that she was sleep, but not guilty enough to stop. Quietly he shifted his position and moved to the end of the couch, his gaze drifting towards where her short skirt came to an end against her creamy thighs. Looking over her now stretched out legs, he gazed higher, and higher until---
"Um, Dude…"
"AHHHHHH" Joe jumped up from his sitting position, knocking over a stool and various makeup items from her counter in the process. Glancing over, he saw Kevin watching him with a disturbed stare, and a now awake Demi looking at him like he'd lost his marbles.
"Uh, what are you guys doing in here?"
Joe coughed, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "We were in here…. uhhhhhh….. in this particular dressing room…. I mean, in YOUR particular dressing room," Kevin rolled his eyes, trying to hide a very conspicuous snort "to get you for something important."
She stared at him blankly. "Something… important?"
Joe shook his head, "Nope, something VERY important."
Kevin snorted again, this time loudly. "Like sound check?"
"YES!" Joe sighed, relieved. "That's not creepy at all."
Kevin laughed wryly, "Oh but checking out her ass while she's sleeping isn't?"
Joe paled, and a somewhat incoherent Demi stared blankly between the two brothers. "Um, did I miss something?"
Kevin nodded, while Joe vigorously shook his head no and began, "You see, Kevin has developed this semi creepy fetish. It's um, sleeping girls and their asses."
Kevin busted out laughing, "Have I now?" and Demi's mouth fell open as she glanced weirdly at the older brother.
"Chyeahhh! But not awake girls. It's only when they're sleeping. Like if a hot girl walks by with an amazing butt, he'll be like 'psh, keep walking yo' but if a SLEEPING girl walks by---"
"A sleeping girl wouldn't walk by Joe."
"Okay fine, if a SLEEP walking girl walked by…"
Who said, I can't wear my converse, with my dress well baby, that's just me. Who said, I can't be single and have to go out and mingle baby that's not me
"WHY DIDN'T YOU COVER ME?"
Joe was pacing back and forth, while Kevin attached the strap to his guitar. With a smirk he replied, "Sorry dude, I don't cover pedophiles…"
Joe groaned, "This is so not funny! You're an evil older brother you know. I get no sympathy whatsoever! Instead, I get lame comebacks and snorts, which by the way are extremely unattractive---"
"If you love her, why don't you just tell her?"
"SHHHHHHHH" Joe ran over, clasping a hand over his brother's mouth. "You can't just say stuff like that out loud!" Removing his hand, he sighed. "She's sixteen Kev. Her mom would kill me if I went near her. OUR mom would kill me if I went near her. Plus, I'm dating Taylor remember?"
Kevin rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I remember alright, but I'm not completely sure you do."
Joe frowned, annoyed. "This conversation is finished… Hey where's Nick-o?"
"I'm not sure; he was supposed to meet us here 30 minutes ago. I think he was out with Miles this morning though."
At that moment, Nick came bustling through the stage door looking extremely flustered. "Sorry I'm late guys. I had some stuff to handle this morning."
Joe nodded. "Was it handled?"
Walking over to the mic stand he lightly kicked it, where it tipped a little and then turned upright. "Absolutely not. Miley freaked out on me and just took off running." Glancing down, he let out a frustrated breath. "I'm really worried about her guys."
"Yeah, she's been acting really weird and moody lately." Joe paused, "want me to talk to her?".
Thinking about it for a second, Nick nodded, "If you could? I'm so worried about her I don't really care who gets it out of her. I really just wanna make sure she's okay."
"OKAY GUYS, LETS GET THIS SOUND CHECK GOING! MIC CHECK!" the director began to yell orders at everyone.
"Yeah sure, I'll talk to her."
Hmmm… will Miley confess her secret to Joe? Is Nick ever going to find out? Will Demi ever find out how Joe feels? Review and find out =]. I'll tell you now I'm gonna be a pretty frequent updater, and reviews will make me update even faster!
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Mils