Hey! Sorry for not updating sooner, but thank you all for your reviews. I've decided to keep this as a two-shot since I need a kick in the butt to update my stories, speaking of that I've got to start updating those soon, hehe.
Nick's POV
Three years. It's been three years since my soul mate, my other half, my everything has parted ways with me.
There was a tap on my shoulder and for a split, irrational second I thought it was her.
"Um hey Nick." Joe said awkwardly. "There's something I want you to see."
I looked around the ballroom as I followed him into the hallway. It wasn't fair, what they were doing to me.
My parents planned this whole thing, they knew word would get back to Miley and her camp that onthe day,my brother was celebrating one of the happiest moments of his life. What day you might ask?
December 19th...
Mom shot me looks all night long, telling me to cheer up. But how could I when I knew what a slap in the face this was. Not just to me, but to Miley too.
She hates you now remember? The words my own father had whispered to me this morning haunted my thoughts.
Joe turned around as we approached the end of the hallway. "I just want you to know that I think what Mom and Dad are doing to you and Miley is completely unfair. And I understand that you have no right to smile tonight or any night until she's back where she belongs in your arms."
I nodded too speechless to thank him for being so understanding. Joe pulled his phone out and handed it to me.
"You may think she still hates you, but press play."
He turned on his heels and headed back to the party.
Curiosity soon overtook me and I scrolled to see what this was all about.
Miley Sings 7 Things Three Years Later!
The headline blared at me and I was suddenly very nervous. I thought of all the changes she had made to that song.
'And now you mean it, I believe it'
'Oh I might come back. You've taken 7 steps here.'
'The seventh thing I like the most that you do, I used to love you'
'You're vain, you're gay'
'I'll delete **it'
'And compared to all the great things, well I've got nothing to write'
Nothing to write, I gulped. Joe was wrong Miley hated me with all her guts.
I pressed play just so I could find out on my own what Miley had said.
The song played on and I saw the passion in her eyes, how she really meant every word she sang.
I was shocked that there was not one lyric change in the entire song. I sometimes forgot what a classy girl Miley was.
"Nick, your brother is about to cut the cake!" My Mom announced from the end of the hallway.
I shook my head and smiled. She just didn't get it. "Sorry, I've got a phone call to make."