Impressions

I hope it hurts

A/N: I am so angry right now! I heard about the stupid 'pole dancing' thing in the teen choice awards. Seriously, you call spinning round on a pole pole dancing? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The articles written about it are so mean I was almost crying. The comments at the end were what really made me cry. One of the titles were: Miley Cyrus: Worse teen role model ever. Imagine how Miley would have felt if she read that? Maybe before people publish shit like that they should stop and think, and be a little bit more considerate of peoples feelings. Its hard growing up in the public eye and being judged by the world for each mistake we make. Everyone makes mistakes, and I know plenty of people that've made worse than Miley, but Miley gets all the crap thrown at her just because she's famous and its unfair! The comments, like I said before, were horrible. They were things like Miley and Vanessa should compare notes, she's such a slut, she's going down the same road as Britteny and Lindsay, with Britteny as her role model what do you expect. I think Britteny's a great role model. She's the strongest person you'll ever meet, getting through rehab, and all the hate she was getting from people. All those haters who leave mean comments like that need to back off and see if they act any different, which evidently they don't. I seriously don't care what Miley does, I'll always support her, and I'll always defend her, because if your a true fan, thats what you do. Everyone makes mistakes, and things like this just proves how strong a person is. If I was in Miley's place I would probably quit and burst into tears, and become a miserable wreck, because thats just what I do when I hear mean comments about me, and I'm a weak person. She keeps going, and she might want to cry, but she stills put a smile on in front of the camera and makes out she's okay. Ever heard that saying? Sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying. Maybe thats how Miley feels, and all those fucking haters are the cause of it. Sorry I've made the authors note longer than the story, but I had to get that out.

(This is in Nick's POV.)

"Joe! Get your lazy ass in here!" I yelled from across my room, my mouse hovering over the email. Last week, Kevin, Joe and I sent an email to Miley apologizing, you know for kind of ditching her for Selena and Demi, and for all the shit she's been getting because of us, and the email that Selena sent to her of us kissing. Don't get me wrong, I really like Selena, but I like Miley more, and even now, a year later, I am head over heels in love with her.

"What do you want? I am trying to talk to Cam." He stormed in, holding his hand over the phone, as he waited impatiently in the doorway.

"Fine then, I'll read the email off Miley on my own." I smirked, as he quickly cut the phone off and shoved his i-phone into his pocket.

"Click it would you!" He hissed in my ear.

"Where's Kevin?" I asked, the mouse still hovering over her name.

"Out with Danielle, what do you expect? Now give over!" He grabbed the mouse of me and clicked on the email vigorously, as it popped up onto the screen of my sleek black laptop.

To: Nick Jonas (.uk)

From: Miley Cyrus (.uk)

Subject: RE: I hope it hurts

(Chapter One)

Miley :)

"Thats not what I expected." Joe muttered under his breath, eyes flickering all over the place. However I was unable to tear mine from the screen, as I squinted as her pink italic font went blurry, and my head went into a cloudy fog. She hates me. I guess she meant everything she said in seven things. Maybe except the part she says you make me love you, you can tell by this she definitely doesn't love me anymore, she's moved on. To Justin. Just saying his name sends little daggers into my hearts, but I can't really blame anyone except myself. I moved on first. I was the one who broke up with her. I'm the one who moved on two weeks after. I'm the one that cut her out my life because it hurt to much being near her. I'm the one who tore her and Selena apart, and made Selena hate her. I'm the one who tore her and my brothers apart. And the only person that turned out a hero in all this was her, and that doesn't surprise me in the least bit.

"Nick, are you okay?" Joe shook me by my shoulders, gently shutting my laptop.

"Huh?" I jumped up in my seat in surprise.

"Selena's here. For your date." He reminded me, pulling me out of my room and into the long corridor.

"But first Demi wants to talk to us." He walked in front of me in to our large lounge, only for the three of us, and Frankie when he wants to annoy us, which is more often than you'd expect.

"Alright." I followed him in and threw myself into a small red leather couch.

"Nicky!" Selena squealed as her and Demi sauntered in, and she squeezed in next to me.

"Don't call me that Sel, I keep telling you." I snapped in frustration, even though I noticed Joe's inquisitive gaze on me. Yeah, I let Miley call me that, I know. I didn't like it, but it sounded cute when she called me it. And Selena calling me that just reminds me of Miley, and I hate being reminded of her, it just hurts, and no one apart from Joe really understands that.

"Fine." She sulked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I'm sorry, it just annoys me." I wrapped an arm around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Its okay." She smiled, nuzzling into my neck.

"If you guys are done making me throw up...." Demi stepped up to the front and flinged her arms dramatically in our direction.

"I wanted to ask you guys if you'll come on tour with me this summer, because I can pick two people slash bands, bla bla bla, you know, the usual." She pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at us.

"Sure, this is awesome!" Joe jumped up in excitement, hugging Demi, who he has a crush on, but doesn't want to date because he says she's too young for her.

"Who's your second act going to be?" Selena asked, seating herself in my lap.

"Miley." She muttered under her breath, avoiding our gazes.

"What?!" All three of us shouted simultaneously.

"Why not?" Demi asked.

"I hate that slut." Selena spat disgustingly, shaking her sleek hair back.

"She hates us." I said, running a hand through my messy curls, which I had had no time to brush this morning.

"Well actually, she hates us three, and Selena, but she likes Demi, its just she thinks you hate her, because the email that Selena sent her of her and Nick kissing, she signed your name at the bottom too." Joe said, leaning on Demi.

"Joe!" Selena wacked his arm sharply.

"Selena, how could you!" Demi shot up furiously, her anger flaring as fast as a fire spreads. I don't want to watch them yell at each other, or watch Joe try and get in the middle of it, so I slipped out unnoticed, and threw myself onto my bed, unplugging my i-phone from its charger. I went down my contact list, stopping at her name, my hand hovering over. Should I call her? The worst she can do is cut me off, and not listen to what I want to tell her.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice rang through my ears.

"Er hey Miley." I spoke up hesitantly, nervousness showing in my tone.

"One second. What is it Noah?"

"Justin's here."

"Sit him downstairs or something, and tell him I'll be down in ten."

"Kay."

"Back, why are you calling Nick?" She sighed from across the phone.

"So you haven't deleted my number from your contacts." I smirked, resting my head against the cool pillow.

"I haven't got time for your obnoxious remarks, so cut the chit chat and tell me why you called." She said abruptly.

"I wanted to talk to you." I shrugged.

"Well I don't want to talk to you, and I thought I made that pretty clear in my email, so goodbye." She hissed angrily, as someone called her name in the background.

"Just five minutes, I need to tell you something." I pleaded, knowing I sounded pathetic, but frankly I didn't care, all I cared about was her right now.

"I'll be right back." She sighed, as someone entered her room, calling her name.

"Go away, I banned you from here remember?"

"And why was that Miles?"

"Because you said the notebook was a sappy chick flick, and my two options were pushing you out the window, or banning you from my room, and take a wild guess of what I picked."

"Pushing me out the window?"

"Get out Justin, I'll be down it ten." She giggled softly, and slammed the door.

"Tell me what you wanted to tell me, then leave me alone." She spoke into the phone.

"Did you know your coming on Demi's tour with us?" I smirked, waiting for a typical Miley reaction.

"Obnoxious jerk-faced Jonas say what?!" She exclaimed, dropping the phone with a loud thud.

"Dropped the phone?" I chuckled lightly, signing in on youtube.

"Maybe. Are you kidding about the tour though?" She asked.

"Nope, sorry to disappoint." I typed in Miley Cyrus 2009 pictures. Don't ask why, I'll explain in a minute.

"This is so unfair." She moaned softly, as there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Justin."

"Go away before I hurt you!" She laughed that contagious laugh of hers, as she locked her door.

"And you have to share a bus with us." I chuckled as her moaning increased a notch.

"But I do have something good to tell you." I grinned, happy that she was simply talking to me.

"And that is?"

"Uhm, remember the email Selena sent of me and her, of us... kissing?" I stuttered awkwardly. Great start Nick, great start.

"Actually, it was like seven pictures, plus three photo shopped pictures of me, one with me falling, ahem, getting pushed of a cliff, one with me getting shot multiple times, and one of me getting attacked by a shark." She stated, as I felt a pang in my stomach.

"Let me guess, I was the one doing those things?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She's right, Selena can be really petty sometimes.

"What do you think? So where's the good part going to come in this little conversation slash dispute?" She sighed tiredly.

"Well Demi didn't know about those pictures, and she didn't help with them, and she doesn't hate you, like you think she does, she thinks your really nice, you know, when Selena's not there, thats why she picked you for the tour." I said, hoping this would lighten up this quite dark phone call.

"Really?" Her tone brightened as she asked this.

"Yeah, and also, I'm really about Selena, because I know she's done more things like this, and about all the shit your getting because of us, well me." I chuckled bitterly at the last bit. I heard a long sigh on the other end, following with an intense pause.

"Apology not accepted Nick."

"I guess I deserve that."

"I have to go, I'll see you... whenever." She sighed again.

"Yeah. Bye Miley, it was great talking to you again." I waited for a response, but she hung up without one hurriedly. -Sigh- At least I got to talk to her and she didn't just insult me or cut me off after realizing its me. I guess thats a bright side. Maybe after this tour we'll come back as friends. The opposite of what happened on the last tour we were on together.

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