The Perfect Boyfriend
Chapter Two
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A/n: I didn't get as many reviews at I wanted, but I'm going to post this anyways. Read the bottom note.
When she pushes you or hits you because she thinks she's stronger than you…
Grab her and don't let go
Two weeks later and there still was no sign from the father of the Stewart's. Miley was growing weaker but she stayed strong in front of other people so they couldn't see thorough the shield. Because then she really would be weak, she would be defeated.
Brandi was still mope-y, not trying to hide her sadness and their mom was just trying to keep food on the table and the bills paid.
-xoxo-
Miley Stewart walks to school, head hung low and books pressed tightly against her chest. You can slowly watch her fingertips grow white as she grips onto the books, trying not to let any tears fall. When the urge to cry passes, her fingertips go back to their normal color as she releases her grip on the books. This has been her routine when she is walking to school everyday since her dad left.
She looks up when she arrives at Sea View High and sighs, today was going to be rough, everyday was rough for her, there was no way that this day would be an exception, not unless her dad showed up. Her feet slide across the ground as she enters the school doors; she looks around slightly and then allows her head to fall, once again looking at the ground. Her feet move quickly as she walks to her locker, when she's there, she looks up again, dialing in the combination and swinging the door open. She puts the books from her hands in the metal container and replaces them with other books that she needs for her morning classes.
"Good morning" muscular arms wrap around her torso and she slowly relaxes and turns around in his arms.
"Good morning Nicky" he leans down and kisses her forehead, softly tracing circles on her cheek with his thumb.
"You look sad" she quickly looks away, putting on her fake smile and then turning back toward him.
"I'm not" she hugs him slightly and he moves his arms down to her neck, massaging the tense areas with ease, she relaxes more. She sighs when the warning bell rings and signifies that if they don't leave for class now, they're going to be late.
"I love you Smiles, stay strong okay, I'll see you at lunch" he kisses her lips softly and walks away, books in hand toward his first class. She swings her books down to her side and walks in the opposite direction to her class.
lunch.
All the kids who have lunch first pile into the cafeteria, walking over to the station where they retrieve the food that they want onto a tray, and then sliding the tray down the metal bars until they reach the cash register, where they pay for the food that they're taking.
Miley Stewart doesn't walk down the line; instead she takes a seat at her usual table and starts reading a book, waiting for her boyfriend and other friends to join her. She doesn't buy lunch anymore, instead she saves up the money her mom gives her in the morning and then gives it back to her when the bills are due, claiming that she got the money from mowing lawns or babysitting, which she now does also, in her spare time.
Nick comes over to the table, a tray piled high with food, he sits down beside Miley, scooting the tray in the middle of him and Miley.
"Would you like some of my food? I got extra." Miley doesn't attempt to put on her fake smile, she just sighs and shakes her head no.
"Miley come on, you haven't ate very much in the last few weeks, you're getting drastically skinnier, you need to eat" she takes a single fry from his plate, dips it in a little bit of ketchup and places it in her mouth, chomping on it until its fully chewed and then she swallows.
"Happy?" she looks back down at her book, avoiding his glare. He bites his tongue, trying not to yell at her.
"Yeah" he starts to eat at his food, still keeping the tray in between them, hoping that she'll want some and eat some more.
No such luck, Miley doesn't eat anything else the rest of lunch, and she doesn't talk anymore either, she just keeps her nose in the book that she's reading and when the bell rings, signaling that lunch break is over and it's time to head back to class, she just shuts the book, pushing it back into her purse and walks out, leaving everyone else at the lunch table to look at her back with confused faces.
"What's wrong with her?" Nick doesn't speak, he knows that Miley has yet to inform her friends about the situation with her dad, but her acting like this has got to end soon, it's driving him insane and worrying everyone around her.
later that night at miley's house.
The house is like it's been every night since the dad of the family left, silent and depressing. Tish is downstairs in the kitchen, cooking a small dinner for her family; small is all they can afford right now if they want to be able to pay the bills. Miley is upstairs in her room, listening to her iPod and reading a book, or at least trying to read a book, the music keeps distracting her. Brandi is in the room next to her, sitting on her bed, elbows on her knees and head in her hands. She's found a job, if you can even call it a job, it's not the best thing to do ever but it's going to help pay and that's all that matters.
Every once in a while a single tear will drop from one of the girl's eyes, they're all alone, and they know that eventually something is going to happen, what that something is going to be, none of them are sure. But slowly, there time is coming, and one of them is dreading it just as much as the rest of them.
The door bell rings, it usually does around this time, Miley lays her book down on the nightstand, shutting off her iPod and gets up from the bed, walking downstairs to greet her guest.
He smiles at her sweetly, and pulls her into a hug.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes' guys" her mom's shaky voice comes from the kitchen and Miley looks toward her instantly, giving her a reassuring smile.
"We'll be upstairs" Nick, the guest obviously, takes her hand as she leads him upstairs.
"Miles, we need to talk" her face takes over a panicked look and she drops his hand.
"You're leaving me? No! No, you can't leave me" he reaches to her, grabbing her hand again.
"I'm not leaving you Miley, I'd never do that, I love you too much" she smiles slightly, feeling tears prickling in her eyes.
"I just think that you're worrying about this situation too much and it's stressing you out, you're only in high school Miley, you need to chill out a little bit" she shakes her head no, sitting down beside him.
"Nick, my family is broken, I have to be here for them, I'm growing up quickly I know but I have to, it's for us, the family" he squeezes her hand lightly and smiles at her.
"I know you have to be strong for your family Miles, but you need to let it off your chest every once in a while" tears stream down her face and he pulls her into a hug, she digs her head into his chest.
"You deserve someone better than me" she pounds on his chest once, he frowns slightly.
"Tell me you hate me Nick! Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again" she hits him more, he doesn't dare try to stop her; she needs to let out the anger.
"Tell me! You deserve someone prettier, someone stronger, someone unbroken" she continues to hit his chest, her hits growing physically more powerful.
"I can't do that Miley" she hits him more.
"Why not? Are you not strong enough? Because I'll do it myself, I can be stronger than you!" she starts to show him, punching his chest with more force than ever before. With ease, he grabs her wrists, careful not to hurt her.
"Stop it Miley, you're only beating yourself up" she looks confused and tries to hit him more, wanting to prove to him that she's not the one being beat up, it's him, or so she thinks.
He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, making her feel safe. Tears pour from her eyes as her body loosens and her arms drop to her side. She sobs into his shirt, staining the light blue fabric with her black mascara, but neither care about the status of his shirt, they only care about themselves, wrapped up in one another, Nick trying to soothe her by rubbing her back with circles.
Slowly, her arms lift up again and she wraps her own arms around his waist, trying to be as close to him as she possibly can. He grabs her back, pushing her closer, as a tear of his own escapes from his eye.
A/n: okay, 3 reviews is not enough. I know the chapters are shorter and it's not as good as my past story but i expected at least 5. And i would've waited to post this until i got 5 but i'm leaving for vacation tomorrow. so, i'm being nice right now. but if i don't get AT LEAST, i'd like more, than 5 reviews on this chapter, it's going to take me longer and longer to post. =) i don't wanna be mean, but it's hard to write a story when no one reviews it. so, please. review!