A/N: My BFFL Moomoo has read part of this. So yeah! Moomoo u r a great friend! I'm sorry, but I'm deleting His Best Girlfriend. Emily, the owner of this account doesn't want to have it any more. Sorry. I wrote this story me, Mandy. I'm always going to give myself different names. So don't even try and guess my name. Because I'll kick you so hard you'll never be able to have a child. I'm not kidding.
Luvs,
Ur friend.
MILEY POV:
"I woke up, on my roof, with my brothers!" Joe's voice came blasting out of nowhere. I opened my eyes and found my self in a hospital chair in the waiting room. I had slept in a very uncomfortable position and my neck hurt like heck. It all came flooding back to me, the heart attack and my fight with Nick, my Dad. I started crying hysterically. Joe kept singing. He knew "That's Just the Way We Roll" was my favorite song and Nick probably asked him to. Maybe he thought it would cheer me up. I remember my dad and I dancing to it after Hannah scheduled a concert opening the 10,000 B.C. movie premiere. (A/N: It has an awesome trailer. It comes out on March 7, 2008. I can't wait to see it!!!!) It was supposed to be a HEE-UGE movie! A fresh wave of tears poured out and Joe stopped singing and sat down next to me. "Miles, this song was going to make you feel better, not kill you!" Joe complained. "His favorite song too." I whispered. Joe was like a big brother to me. Yes, he had his immature moments, but underneath that…heck, he was better than Jackson! I buried my face in his chest crying. He gently picked me up and set me down in his car and started driving to his house. He let me in and told me to stay on the couch while he went to go heat us up some apple cider. There was a book lying on the ground. I picked it up. In it was pictures of my dad and the Jonas'. I threw the book down and sobbed harder than ever. Underneath the picture of Daddy and I, Frankie wrote. R.I.P.—or soon to be. I wasn't angry with him, he was only seven. But it was probably true. Joe found me collapsed on the couch. He bent down, saw the picture and cursed loudly. "Frankie! I'm going to kill that boy." Joe gathered me in his arms and held me close, rocking me and softly murmuring words of comfort. After a while, Joe brought his hands to my cheeks and wiped away my tears. I was sitting on his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder sniffling, and he rubbed circles on my back. Unless anyone knew differently, it looked like we were dating. I brought my lips to his cheek, in a friendly way, he knew that, but he didn't know that I was kissing him on the cheek. He turned his head at the sound of the garage opening and our lips met in a kiss. At that very same moment Nick walked in the door. He ran over expecting Joe and us to pull apart, but we didn't. We weren't even kissing. We were just shocked. Finally I moved my head over and Nick took action. He threw a hard punch, aiming for Joe, but hit me instead. It was all a blur. One fist hit me in the stomach, and the other in the face. Hit again and again. Nick's eyes were closed angrily so he didn't realize that I was the one taking the blows. Joe jumped in front of me and shoved Nick's hand away. "You bloody freak!" Joe yelled furiously. "Miley and I aren't in love. She kissed me on the cheek and I turned my head when you came in! If she loved me, why would she be dating you! Just go away, Nick, ok? I'm not stealing your girlfriend!" "Nick?" I whispered sadly. I reached out for his hand and missed it, only grabbing the air, as I slowly swayed to the ground. I heard a shatter. And wanted to cry out, but I guess I was too close to death. My body was so enshrouded with blood, that I was finding it hard to breathe. I tried to keep my eyes open, but there was a crimson curtain, that made it hard for me to. It also made it hard to keep myself alive. Then again, I suppose once you've gotten this far, you can never live to tell the tale.
A/N: So, short chapter, 'eh???? Review!
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OKAY, OKAY! I'M NOT THAT MEAN, CHILL!!!! I AIN'T FINISHED YET!
BUT I WILL BE…SOON. JUST AS SOON AS I MARRY NICK JONAS!
GUESS WHAT? I AM GOING TO START A STORY, (WHEN I FINISH THIS ONE) CALLED…IDK, BUT IT WILL BE ABOUT MOI AND A CERTAIN CUTE CURLY-HAIRED BOY. YEAH!
BYEEEEEE!
NICK POV:
Joe ran to call an ambulance as Miley fell to the floor. I knew I hadn't caused all this. I looked behind her and saw the broken shards of a vase and the cold ground. "Joe!" I screamed. "Joe!" He ran into the room and saw the vase. He gasped and picked up Miley, turning her body over. There was only one piercing. Right. On. Her. Wrist. I had given her a black eye in addition to her cut. I, Nicholas Jerry Jonas hurt my beautiful angel. I knelt down beside her. "Miley, please wake up," I begged her, sobbing. "Miley, I was just so scared that you didn't love me, that I wanted to beat the living crap out of Joe. I didn't even notice it was you. Please forgive me, I need you. I don't care if you never talk to me again. I will always love you, but you can't die on me, Miley. You CAN'T!" Joe wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, "I could never love her as much as you do. She'll be fine." "But I hit her!" I protested. "Yes, but you were trying to hit me. Luckily the shards of the glass didn't hit her anywhere else or she definitely would have died." He replied. I shook my head, and for once Joe kept his mouth shut, and just held me close. Kevin ran through the door and looked at me, the paramedics on his heels. I had to leave the room as they thoroughly examined her. They asked for Kevin and Joe, and five minutes later they returned with sorrowful looks on their faces. "I'm sorry, Nick." Kevin started, but he broke down and Joe finished. "The shard pierced her too deeply. You pushed her into the vase, and, she." Joe started crying. I ran into our living room. Miley lay on the ground, a broken angel. She was bleeding, all because of me. No, she died because of me. That was the night that I killed Miley Stewart. I searched everywhere for anything that could save her, but it was too late. I sank to the ground sobbing. And then, I woke up.
I sat up thinking good it was just a dream. I was on the floor of Miley's room. I spent the night here. Miley was screaming in her sleep. "No! Please, get away from me!" She begged. She screamed out of pain. She grabbed fistfuls of her hair, and started yanking it. "Please, tell me this is a dream! Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" She raked at her cheeks and sat up on the bed shaking wildly and still pulling her hair. I immediately tried to calm her. First I had to stop her. "Miley, please wake up, it's me, Nick." I soothed. Her body became stiff as a board. She scooted away from me. "Nick?" she asked. "Yes, it's me. I'll be here forever." I said. "No, Nick, please! Go away! Don't hurt me!" she whimpered. She screamed again. Her body writhed and she took a picture of us and accidentally knocked it onto the ground. At the sound of the shattering glass, she threw herself on her bed, writhing in agony. I stopped her with my wrists and she stopped moving. She opened her eyes and screamed. "Nick, go away! Don't do this to me! Please! I don't deserve this! I don't want to die!" She screamed. "Miley, it was just a dream. Oof." Miley threw herself at me, wailing. "Nick?" she asked timidly, when she had finished crying. "Yes?" I asked. "Are—are there…cuts on my arm?" I rolled up her sleeve. There was nothing there. "Miley, what happened in your dream?" I asked her gently. "You caught me kissing Joe, I didn't even mean to! And then you punched me in the stomach, and punched me in the eye. You pushed me backwards and I fell, knocking over a vase. It cut me on the wrist. And then I died. But I was caught in that day, and I had to relive that day over and over and over again. Oh, Nick, it was horrible!" Miley shuddered. I picked up her frail body and wondered why this upset Miley so much. "Miley, why are you so sad? It was just a dream." I told her. "Nick, what happens if I lose my Dad? And then what if I lose you too? Then whom will I have? Who will love me and stay with me?" She mumbled, looking down at the ground. I cupped her face in my hand. "Miley Rae Stewart, look at me." I demanded. "How could you ever think that I would leave you? You don't understand how much I love you! You don't understand that I would die just to make you happy. I will do anything for you. In fact I'm positive, when we are of age, I will get down on one knee and beg you to marry me." Miley smiled. She hugged me. It was sweet. Miley scooted under the covers and then patted the empty space beside her. I slid down and she rested her head on my chest. She insisted that I tell her a story and I obliged at her cute childishness. So I began. "Once upon a time Sir Prince Nicholas fell in love with Sir Princess Miley." "Um Nick?" Miley interrupted. "Aren't I supposed to be Ma'am Sir Princess Miley? Oh, wait, never mind." She corrected. "Excuse me, but are you actually making fun of my story?" I said, pretending to be hurt. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie." She said grinning. I couldn't help but notice how cute she was. All of a sudden her phone rang. "Hello?" she chirped. "Oh…oh…okay. Thank you. Good-bye." Her voice became melancholy and distant. "Miley? Did he?" I asked. She nodded. I tried to wrap my arms around her, but she pushed me away. "Miley, please. I want to comfort you." I said, hurt. "I—I'm sorry Nick. But I need to be alone." "Miley wait. You can't leave!" I begged. She looked at me and I saw the face of a warrior finally surrendering. She turned and left quietly closing the door behind her. I didn't know where she went but I knew I had to find her.
MILEY POV:
HFS. Why does this stuff always happen to me? I sat at the edge of the gravesite. Right next to where my Mom was buried. "Mom," I whispered, tears falling rapidly from my eyes, "Mom, I can't do this alone. Please don't let Daddy leave me. I can't survive being an orphan. I just can't. Oh, I wish you could meet Nick, Mommy. He's so wonderful. I truly love him. He said that he loved me too. If you knew him I'm positive that you would love him like a son. Who's going to make me Loco Hot Cocoa? And then how will I ever see you guys in any of my dreams? I can't do this! I want to be with you. I want to be with Daddy! There's no way for that to happen unless I...oh." I got up and placed some lilies on top of my mom's grave. "See you soon." I whispered. I got up and ran to my house. I went into the kitchen and quickly stole one of our knives. I was trying to fit into my bag and then I saw Nick running down the stairs.
NICK POV:
I saw Miley in the kitchen sticking a knife in her bag! And trust me, it was definitely not a butter knife. She looked at me, panicking. After a few moments she collected herself. "Bye, Nick." She smiled sadly. Tears fell down her cheeks and she ran out of the house. I started running after her calling her name. She sprinted down to the beach and then disappeared. I ran over to Rico. "Where's Miley?" I asked. "What's in it for me?" he returned. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him up against the wall. "Where. Is. She?" I said through gritted teeth. "Ah! Okay, she ran to her house!" He exclaimed. I let go of him and ran as fast as I could to her house. Oh I just wasn't fast enough.
MILEY POV:
I closed the door to my room and locked it. I frantically searched through my bag and drew out the one thing that would save me. I took it and cautiously pressed it to my wrist. The steel blade felt cool on my skin. My door was shaking. "Miley! Let me in!" Nick yelled. "Go away!" I screamed. "I don't want to make this any harder!" Nick voice faltered. "Miley, please. Don't do this to me." "Nick, I—I'm sorry." I wept. All of a sudden I remembered.
FLASHBACK MILEY POV: (night before Robbie Ray was hospitalized. A.K.A.-Loco Hot Cocoa)
"Mom?" I cried skeptically. "Yeah, honey, it's me. Now listen I have to leave soon, but I have to tell you something. Your Daddy might not make it. That's for God to know and us to find out. But I love Nick. He'll be perfect for you. Don't lose him, honey. Don't let go of him. He loves you. And you love him. Just know that anytime you need me. Bring me some lilies to brighten up the grave and tell me how I can help make your day.
END FLASHBACK (STIL MILEY POV)
My Momma was right. I threw the blade on the ground, but it cut me on my arm. I cried out in pain. Not because of my arm, but because my heart was hurting. Just then, Nick slammed my door down. (A/N: Okay, how hot is he???). I was curled up on my bed, my arm bleeding. I was sobbing heavily. I closed my eyes and became silent. "Oh, no. Oh, please no!" Nick pleaded. He picked me up in his arms and let tears cascade down his face. I wriggled out of his arms and gave him a hug. "Nick I'm not leaving you. I never will. Even when you get tired of an old coot like me, I'll stand my ground and refuse. I don't care if you want me out of your house. I'm not leaving. And when we fight I'll just throw some homemade cookies at you." He still cried. "Miley what if you had still cut? What if you weren't here right now?" "But Nick, I didn't. And I am here right now. I was stupid, I was sad. My parents raised me to do better. In fact I'm picking up this knife, and I'm throwing it in the garden. See? It just hit the ground. Ah!" I screamed, crying. I started to run to the door. Nick jumped in front of me blocking my path. "NO! Miley, you are not going to get that knife!" He yelled. "Nick, get out of the way!" I screamed. "NO!" he defied. "Nick MOVE!" I shrieked. "I'm going to hurt you if you don't get out of the way. I'll hurt you so badly you'll never have a child!" I screamed meaning every word. "NO! Miley, you are not killing yourself. "Get the holy fish sticks away from my door. Nicholas Jerry Jonas YOU SUCK!" I kicked him below the belt and he fell to the ground. I ran past him. Halfway down the stairs his arms snaked around my waist pulling me from the doorway. I stepped on his foot and ran out the door. I almost got to the garden when he lifted me and threw me over his shoulder. I squirmed so much that he shifted my position to bridal style. I got so angry. All of this rage, fire, and fury burned up inside of me. "Nicholas put me down! If you don't I will punch you in the face. And I swear I will break up with you and never speak to you or glance at you again!" Nick still refused. I punched him seven times in the face. "We are OVER!" I screamed. I ran past the garden and into the street. There my dad lay, falling unconscious. "Dad?" I whimpered. "Don't worry, bud. I've seen heaven and back. I'm not leaving." "The hospital called and said you were dead, though." Miley said, confused. "I went into a coma. Apparently something was wrong with my heart. Luckily it was fine. And unless a car or anything hits me, I should live to see my grandkids. Just as they were about to pull the plug on life support I woke up, they did the operation and now I just have to stay in bed for a little while. But you might want to call the hospital. I fell in a painful position and my foot doesn't feel that great. Don't worry, my heart's fine, bud." I called the hospital and they said for me to take him back. He leaned on my shoulder. When we got to the hospital they told me he'd be fine. They also called Mrs. Jonas and asked if I could stay at her house for a month or two while Daddy mended in the hospital. Jackson was already staying at Cooper's. I kissed my Dad on the head and walked back home. He had already packed my stuff and moved it into the Jonas' house. I walked in and saw Mrs. Jonas in the kitchen cutting tomatoes. She was like a second mom to me. I could tell her anything. I started crying. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked. "Nick and Daddy." I sobbed. I told her my story and what happened since my dad had his heart attack. She took me in her arms and said, "Don't worry, Miley. I know your Dad will be fine. But Nick's not mad at you. In fact he's really sad. I mean you could definitely scare someone by almost killing yourself. You know? But I understand what you were going through. It's a good thing you changed your mind or you would not only end up with a sad Daddy but with a sad Second Mom and Dad. That would not be fun." She said with a warm smile. I called her my "S. Mom" or just mom. I also called Paul my "S. Dad" or just Dad. "Now Nick's in his room. He's been crying all day you know. You throw quite a punch Miss Miley. He had a severe bloody nose. God bless the guy that does something else to you. Like tickle you nonstop. Ouch! That sounds painful even talking about it! Now go upstairs bunches of oats and win back your man." She encouraged. I loved it when she called me her bunches of oats. She pressed a kiss to my forehead and gave me a slight push forward. I turned, smiled weakly, and started up the stairs. I stopped right outside of his room and heard sounds from inside. I didn't even bother to knock I just quietly stepped in. He was sitting, hunched on his bed, a bloody cloth behind him and his shoulders silently heaving. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He turned, surprised and I didn't say anything. I just hugged him. "Nick I told you. I'm not leaving you. I can be such an overly fried fish stick sometimes but you were keeping me from seeing my Dad, Nick. I was scared and sad. I mean what if he died just because of you? That would be horrible wouldn't it?" I asked softly. Nick smiled at me. He then locked me in a slow, passionate kiss. "You have one strong punch. And kick! Don't blame me if we can never have children." He mumbled against my lips. I grinned and rested my head on his chest. "I missed you. You're my best friend you know." I told him. Nick blushed. "You look so small, kind of like a really cute, hyper five-year-old." Nick said. "Not the dorky Jackson type, right?" I asked, pouting. "No! More like the next American Idol type." He whispered in my ear. I shivered. All of a sudden Joe came in. "I'm in love! I'm in love! I'm in loooooooove! Ooh Baby!" he picked me up and spun me around. "Joe!" I giggled. "She must be really lucky to get a guy like you." I said quietly. "You are an amazing person. You guys are going to have a fun-filled relationship. Maybe we can three way." I suggested, joking. Our foreheads were touching and we looked into each other's eyes. "We should be more than friends." I said. And than I whispered into his ear so that Nick couldn't hear us. "We should be brother and sister, you and I. Not only buddies and pals but I'll be your little sister." "It's a done deal then." He said laughing. I kissed him on the cheek and he moved towards the door. "Wait, Mr. Roo!" I said. I called him Joey Roo. He stopped and turned to me. "Who's the sweetheart?" I asked. "Come here. Don't tell Nick after I tell you ok?" He asked. He completely ignored the fact that Nick was right next to me. I nodded and he whispered "Amanda Michalka." I laughed and clapped my hands. "You guys are going to be so cute together!" I squealed. He smiled and left. I turned to find a VERY angry Nick. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing!" he yelled. "Stop! I don't want you to start a fight with me and then make it seem like it's my fault!" I retorted, fuming. I counted to ten. (A/N: for those of you ppl who do not know what she's doing, it sound like this: one (won), two (too), three (three), four (fore), five (fyv), six (sicks), seven (seven), eight (aet), nine (nyn), tenidk???) When I finished I turned around and said, "Nick please. I don't want to get into a fight right now. I can't handle the drama. Please?" I begged him. "Nick, I don't love Joe. I only love you. If you want me to stop hanging out with him consider it done. But I want to get to know him better, ok?" I convinced him, my voice gentle. "Ah. Why is it that you always win our arguments?" he teased. "Oh, because I'm special." I answered matter-of-factly. "That you are, Miley Stewart, that you are."
A/N: Well here it is, in all of it's six-and-a-half-page-long-glory. Oh joy! Well do you think I should do another chapter??? Review and plz let me know!
All my love,
Mandy