I wasn't going to update this weekend, because it's so important,
but I decided that if there was any special weekend to update,
it would be mine and Demi's birthday!
Happy Birthday us! Go Leos!
I also just wanted to thank Demi for her amazing dedication, talent, and her work for bully prevention and elimination.
She's awesome! :)
Okay, ANYWAYS...
Nick's POV
It was happening again. The pounding headaches, like a hammer to my temples. My stomach was churning and my throat was closing up, nausea heavy in my chest. The hurt faces played behind my eyelids, making it impossible to close my sore, sleep deprived eyes. The pressing interrogations were pressing in on my eardrums until I felt like my head was going to implode. There was only one solution, I knew. The drug.
Knock, knock.
"Finally," I sighed, getting up from the chair where I had been sitting, my head in my hands, fighting the urge to vomit all over the studio carpet.
I opened the door and a wave of relief washed over me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, her lips turned down, concern shining in her eyes. I pulled her into a tight hug and felt all of the pain ease away.
"Oh my God," I whispered. "Thank you so much."
"For what?" she asked, still confused.
I pulled away and smiled, thankful beyond words for whatever the hell it is about her that stops all of the pain. That's about when I realized that she was becoming scared.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I just really need an opinion."
She gave me a face that made me flinch and smile at the same time.
"You got me all worked up, I rushed over here, and you just wanted me to hear something?" I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, guiltily.
"Sorry?" I offered.
"You scared me half to death, Nicholas!" she said, harshly, shoving me back down onto the chair.
I smiled in the same spot where I had been trying to stay awake and alive less than two minutes ago.
"Whole name, huh? Ouch," I teased.
"Oh no. If I wanted to use your whole name, I would have. Trust me."
I laughed a little, trying to seem calm while I wracked my brain for something to show her.
I stared around the studio at the guitars, mess of papers with song ideas covered with mine and Demi's handwriting, records lining the walls, and the recording room on the other side of the window on the far wall.
"So, what did you want to get my opinion on?" she finally asked, sensing that I was struggling with something, though I'm pretty confident that she wasn't sure what it was.
"Um, well you know how Disney wants JONAS L.A. to have music in every episode?"
"Yeah?"
"I wrote a song for one... but I'm not sure I'm going to submit it."
"Why not?"
"Its not really about the episode. More something else."
"Sometimes that's for the best. Makes it more realistic and less of a forced number ordered by your producers. And if you think its not right for JONAS, maybe you can try it out with the Administration. Or it could just remain yours. You know, something for you to listen to when you feel like it. Something that no one else has heard. Well, besides me, I guess."
She smiled shyly, rubbing her left arm and looking around the studio, intimidated by all of the professional equipment. I smiled back and suddenly felt very confident about playing the song for her. I knew she would be honest, but she wouldn't necessarily tell me that it sucked, not that it did, in my opinion.
"Okay." I towed her over to the window and gave her a pair of headphones, before sliding some over my own ears.
I looked at her, watching her eyes wander across the soundboard, then smiled when she caught my gaze. She smiled encouragingly and I pressed PLAY.
The piano began to play and I let my eyes slowly wander to her face, watching carefully for her honest opinion. She breathed deeply and let her eyelids slide closed as my voice rang through to her ears.
I couldn't help but wonder what she was picturing, or feeling, as she listened to the lyrics that I'd changed so many times so as not to be obvious, but still project my feelings.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and quickly glanced at the name.
SELENA
Damn it, I thought.
I slid the headphones off and excused myself before leaving Olivia alone in the room.
I knew better than to answer. Selena would be either giddy, frantic, or in tears and probably blame me for whatever just happened. I let the phone ring until she was sent to voice mail, then dialed Demi's number.
"Hello?"
"Demi?"
"Yes?"
"Are you with them?"
"Hell no! Now that Selena's trying to talk to Miley again, I'm focusing on me and not the drama that is about to unfold!" My phone beeped.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"Yeah right. Why?"
"Sel's calling me and I think I just got a text from Miley."
I heard her sigh on the other end and mutter something.
"What?"
"They need to fucking grow up!" she snapped. I winced and swallowed hard.
"I'm so sorry, Dem."
"Yeah, well you should be."
"Is there any way I could ever make it up to you?"
"Not in this universe."
"Look, I know that Joe's been playing hot and cold right now, and Miley and Selena are riding a whole different roller coaster, and somehow you're getting sucked into everything, but please understand that I'm just as sick and tired of this as you are."
"Damn it, Nick!" she yelled, then fell quiet. I heard rustling on the other end of the line. "Why the hell does she care so much?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"It makes no fucking sense! We're all busy right now, but we still find time to walk on goddamn egg shells for them! Why do they have to continue these stupid fucking games? Friends and then enemies! Back and forth! Up and down! Why?"
"I don't know, Demi. I really don't. And I feel absolutely horrible that you've been dragged into this. I feel like its completely my fault and-"
"Save it," she hissed. "You all have fault in this!" A pause. "Even me."
"This is not your fault, Demi! What could you possibly have done to turn everyone against each other?" She sighed and we both paused for a moment, letting it all soak in.
"Have you found your outlet?" she asked.
"Yeah. She's here right now."
"Good. Make sure that, whatever happens, you don't jeopardize your friendship with her. She's keeping your feet on the ground. She's keeping you, you."
"You have no idea."
"Don't I? Three months ago you were less than excited about JONAS L.A. Now, you'd smile if I replaced your shampoo with Nair, duct taped the hair to your ass, then gave you a frickin' bikini wax!"
"Um... I hope you're not thinking about doing that, because I'm quite certain I wouldn't smile."
"Funny guy, huh?"
"No. That's the honest to God truth."
"Shut up. You know what I mean," she said. I smiled because I could hear her voice softening and the smile returning to her face.
"I do. And thank you."
"Oh, honey, you don't have to. She's my new best friend, too."
"Guess I'm just passing the weed."
"Let the match be struck."
Olivia's POV
"Miles, calm down," I instructed the frantic teen.
"I'm sorry, its just that she's driving me crazy!"
"She is? Or he is?"
She sighed. "You're right. I'm a freaking nut case!"
"You're just a little lovesick, is all. He was your first love and you're not going to forget him, but think about it, Miley. If you two got back together, would you really be truly happy?"
"YES! I'd be the happiest woman on EARTH!"
"Okay, fine. And what if he and Selena got back together? Put yourself in her shoes. How do you think she would feel?"
"What do I care? She's a boyfriend-stealing, ass-kissing, lying bitch!"
"Whoa! Miley! Hold on!"
"She is!"
"No she's not!"
"She is so! She stole my boyfriend, broke up our group, trashed a once-in-a-lifetime friendship, and stomped on my heart! And now she's rubbing Nick in my face!"
I took a deep breath and sang up, then down the musical scale in my head.
"What happened?"
"She invited me to a party!"
I waited for her to finish.
"...and?"
"She invited me to a party!"
I had to laugh a little.
"So? She's being nice!"
"No! She invited me so that she could walk up to me with Nick on her arm and have a very long conversation about their relationship and how wonderful it is!"
"I highly doubt that. Miley, she clearly wants to become close again."
"YES! THAT'S IT! She wants to become close so that she can relearn my weaknesses and hit me hard where it'll really hurt! Oh, you're a genius!"
"No! Miley! I didn't mean that!"
"You mean, you thought of something even more clever?"
"Miley-"
"I can't believe that she would actually sink this low!"
"Miley-"
"Actually, I can. I guess I should'a seen it coming though."
"Miley-"
"Then again, I never figured she was actually that-"
"MILEY!" I screamed into the receiver. "SHE MISSES YOU!"
Selena's POV
The nerve of that woman! I invite her to a party to try and get close again and she just throws it back in my face and spits in my eye!
"Me?" she laughed. "Go to one of your parties! Yeah right! In your dreams, sweetie!"
Okay. Maybe she didn't say it like that, but it probably would've hurt just as much, if not less.
It actually went a little something like this.
I called her up just after one and waited for her voice mail. To my surprise, she actually picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Miley! It's Selena."
"Oh. Hi."
Ouch. Just brush it off and keep going, Sel.
"I was just calling to see if you wanted to come to my house this Wednesday night for a little get together! It'll be small, just about-"
"No."
"What?"
"I'm not going."
"Oh, you're busy. Well, that's okay! Maybe we can-"
"No, Selena. I can't."
"I... I don't understand."
"I just can't, Selena."
"Can't what?"
"I can't go, Selena! I can't go!"
"Miley? Are you-"
"I can't go!"
Click.
"Okay?" I finished to the air.
It's okay, I thought. You expected this. You would have reacted the same way. And besides, who said you even wanted Miley to come? Who said you weren't just being polite? Who said...(mental sigh) who said you needed friends? (mental sigh)
Confusion! Lies! Envy! Weed! (Just kidding! That was Olivia.)
And...
DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA!
Oh and by the way, you'll get to know what the song is within the next few posts.
FOUR Questions Today!
(To make up for no questions last time)
1. Should Nick Start Falling For Olivia?
2. Should Olivia Start Falling For Nick?
3. Should Miley And Selena Make Up, Or Have A Heart To Heart, Or Go On Confused And Hateful?
4. Do you Want To See More of Other Characters? If So, Who?
Remember: I will take your answers into consideration, but no guarantees that you'll get what you want.