Mania

Chapter 1

I groaned as the sun shone through the half-open blinds of my window, waking me against my will. It's the first day of summer, thank god, if only the sun had the courtesy not to rise until noon. Usually I'd be able to fall back asleep easily, but I have a guilty conscious and I've been waking up all through the night. So at 6 am I'm finally saying screw it. I lazily sat up and rubbed my eyes. I grabbed my phone and dialed, probably the most familiar number that I know.

"Hey." I wasn't surprised when she answered, she's a morning person, always up at the crack of dawn. She sounded kind of careless. Of course, I expected it. We got into a fight last night... again.

"I'm sorry about last night." I said softly, out of tiredness.

"It's fine, I guess." She said and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. She always makes a big deal out of nothing, then 5 hours later she says, "Oh it's fine... I guess." Every time I'd roll my eyes and she'd see it, or if she wasn't looking at me she'd sense it. The few things that really ticked me off about her. But who am I to talk?

"Can we talk about it? I don't want it to be shoved into that volt of arguments we never discuss." I said, hoping she'd actually agree.

"Fine." She said, clearly annoyed at me still. Reason number 1 to discuss this.

"I'll be over in 15 minutes." I told her.

"Okay. Bye." I heard her mumble softly.

"Miley?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you." I told her. It was quiet on the other line for a few seconds, long enough for me to recall the argument we had the night before perfectly.

"... I love you." She said softly and hung up. Alright.

6:30 AM and I'm standing outside my girlfriend's house waiting for her to open the door. I wonder what's taking so long. Why the hell does she do this to me? It's like she tries to get me pissed off just so she has an excuse to yell at me. I rang the doorbell once more and turned, walking down the front steps.

"You're late." I hear her say and turned around. I walked back up on the porch where she was standing.

"Yeah I know. I had to shower, eat something and it takes 20 minutes to walk here, not to mention it's 6 o'clock in the morning." I explained and she looked over my shoulder, I assume she was looking for my car.

"Where's your car?" She asked and I shrugged.

"My brother took it last night and of course, won't be home till later."

She nodded as we stood awkwardly on her porch. Why this was so awkward? I don't know, but it was really starting to piss me off.

"What's going on?" I asked and she shrugged.

"I don't know, you're the one who wanted to talk."

"Well, are you gonna invite me inside?"

"You know where the door is." She said and after I stared at her for a moment she raised her eyebrows. I walked past her and opened her front door, walking in like I would have done any other day, if we weren't in the middle of this awkward argument.

She followed in behind me as I walked up the stairs and down the hallway to her room. If there's one thing about Miley that every guy would like, it's her room. It's just so calming, yet not girly. It's not completely neat and organized, but it's not a total mess. It's calming, I don't know, I just love her room. I stood there in the middle of her room as she closed the door. She turned to me and looked at me, waiting for me to start.

"Can we just start with why we started arguing in the first place?" I asked and she rolled here eyes. Here we go.

"Oh.. yeah, let's just start there and end up arguing about it again!" She exclaimed sarcastically.

"Okay I don't understand why you're being such a bitch." I said and her head snapped up, a furious look on her face.

"I'm not being a bitch!"

"Yes you are! You know your family doesn't like me, yet you still want me to have to sit through their rude remarks all night while you don't even defend me!"

"Why can't you just go for me?"

"Because I can't!"

"Why? Huh? Would you just tell me why! We are right back where we started, you using the dumb excuse that my family doesn't like you and me wondering what other reason there is! I know you Nick, and you have never let my family get in the way before, now tell me why you won't come to my grandparents 55th wedding anniversary party!" She shouted and I looked down, defeated. I could tell her what was running through my mind, no, I should tell her. We've been dating a year... I know she would understand. But it just hurts too much to talk about.

"Nick... please, please talk to me. My grandparents really want to meet you, and this day is special to them... it's special to me, without them I wouldn't have a mom and then there wouldn't be me, then us, you and me, wouldn't be possible." Her voice softened and I felt her presence closer to me. She put her hands on my chest and moved them down to my hips, tugging me closer to her. She was probably hoping that I'd give in, but I wasn't in the mood. I shook me head.

"Tell me what's really going on." She said and tilted my head so I was looking at her eyes.

"Nick, come on, just tell me." Why did she always have to know everything? Why was she so controlling? I don't understand why she couldn't just leave me alone!

"No." I said firmly.

"No... no no no no NO! I don't have to explain myself to you, just leave me alone, okay!" The blood in my system boiled to a max and I clenched my teeth and shook my head.

"Nick, stop, look I love you, and I wanna help you, so please tell me what's wrong, please!"

"Fine! You wanna know why I can't go to your grandparents anniversary? Because 10 years ago on that day my mom died from fucking cancer and every year we go to the fucking cemetery and visit her and I'm not the emotional type of guy and I don't wanna talk about this fucking stuff 'cause it makes me upset, so thanks, thanks a lot Miley for making me uncomfortable, forcing me to talk about something that I haven't talked about in 10 fucking years!" I shouted at her, pushing her away from me. I just wanted to get the fuck away from her. I shoved past her stormed over to the door.

"I'm sorry! Okay? I didn't know, I'm sorry... you only told me about your mom once and didn't even elaborate... I'm sorry." She cried out and I turned to her.

"D-do-don't talk me t-to me. J-j-jus-just stop!" I forced out and left her room. I heard her footsteps following after me as I went down the stairs and out the front door.

"Nick! Will you just talk to m-" I heard her say as she grabbed my shoulder and without thinking I turned around and pushed her down.

"Shut up!" I yelled and stormed away.

As I walked down the road, I started to cool off. I don't know what came over me. I was probably just cranky from getting up so early and not sleeping well... all I can think about it how I last saw Miley, on her hands and knees, looking up at me with hair in her face, masking what seemed to be a scared reaction. I don't know what came over me.

I think every chapter of this story will be about this length, but they will come out fequently as long as the reviews give me encouragement. =]