orry for the late update. This is basically the base for the next chapter, there will be a part two of this chapter. :D
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A Tour to Remember
Chapter 3
October 20th - Moline, IL - I wireless Center
Nick Jonas, Nick Jonas, Nick Jonas: that's all who I am thinking about right now. Silly Miley, stop it! But it's just so hard! Is Nick really avoiding me? Nah, he couldn't.
I was behind stage lingering after the show ended. The Jonas Brothers were nowhere to be found, but I think that they were somewhere nearby because I was with them, unfortunately, I lost track of the trio.
"You alright Miles?" My father came out of nowhere. I just hate it when he does that. Popping out of places that you don't expect, or when you just want him to stay hidden!
"I'm fine Dad. Why? Do I look like as if I am troubled?" I tried to conceal my red face as I said that. I couldn't face him, I continued to look out at the new stage in front of me.
It was the end of the second day of the tour and I wasn't feeling too confident of myself. The other day ago, on the first day as I recall, walking down the ramp with Nick was exciting. But, I don't think that Nick looked so enthusiastic about it.
Why? It's because he didn't really smile. He put on one of those fake smiles that apparently fools everyone into thinking that he's really "smiling". I saw right through him. He did the same thing today in our performance. Was it because I was the one walking with him? Well, we are going to do it again tomorrow and the day after that and after that, so he better get used to it…
I just don't know. But I satisfied myself by thinking that he was tired and nervous. Oh, who am I kidding? Nick wouldn't have gotten nervous. I read that in a magazine about him once. He said that he doesn't get nervous or shy when he's performing.
After the concert, he didn't talk to me much, except for "Good Job, Miley" That's all he really said to me. I could tell that he was just trying to be polite. He didn't mean that, or at least I don't think he did. If he didn't want to say it, then perhaps he wouldn't have bothered. I think I'm straining myself now.
"You sure?" My Dad broke me out of my trance. He was still hovering beside me, trying figure out what the matter with me was. "I'm fine, Dad. Don't worry about it!" I wanted him to leave me alone for a few moments. I'm glad he did because he left after I said that.
Good.
Anyhow, I was still trying to look out at the stage to get a glimpse of Nick, if by any chance he was there. I refused to go to their dressing room and find out if he was there instead. It may look as if I am a 'stalker'. Notice how I phrase that. "Stalker". I ain't no stalker.
No one was there except the crew people who were analyzing the stage and whatever, cleaning up from our performance. I let out a tired sigh. Miley, what in the world are you doing?! Is it right to chase a guy like this?
I couldn't take this anymore. I am not going to just stand around and wait for something to just happen. That's it. Deciding to go to my tour bus, I headed out of the building. The pink Miley bus, that was parked not too far away, was for the staff, my bus was another black one. It was for me and my family. I always get amazed to see how many fans rush over to the Miley bus whenever they see it the huge picture of me on it with a blazing glittery dark pink color background. Too bad they didn't know that isn't my bus.
My "bed" was a lame bunk type thing. It wasn't really a bed, rather a self like object with a mattress and covers with a few sky-blue pillows. My younger sister's bunk was underneath mine, so it was hard to do things in the middle of the night with her complaining endlessly about trying to sleep. Like every time I want to listen to my ipod, she'd whine about how loud it is. I was going to lie down, but I chose not to. I didn't feel like it.
Instead, I sat at our petite dining table. I sat there and stared out the window. It wasn't a wide window, more like a porthole kind of thing. Our bus was really big, so I shouldn't fuss about small things like this. Although, I wonder a lot about how my life would have been like if I wasn't Hannah Montana or in the career that I am in right now…Looking out the window, in the distance I saw mobs of people walking around, shopping, eating, laughing, just having fun in the endless night. Maybe my life would have been like that.
It seemed like centuries until my daze was disturbed by someone. They came in so quietly that I didn't even hear them. It was Nick! I turned to him, trying to bury my astonishment to see him standing there in front of me in my tour bus. Hmm, I wonder when will he show me his tour bus. I looked at him as he stood there with his red tie over his white shirt dangling down his neck and his hair in every direction.
My mouth wouldn't open. It rejected to the idea of saying a simply hello. Instead, it was Nick who talked first, as he continued to stand there. "I wanted to talk to you."
Talk to me? No way, no way. Could he really want to take to me? About what? I hope its something good. I persisted in stare at him, I just couldn't believe that he wanted to talk to me. My whole body couldn't keep still. I did my best to stay still. But, why act jumpy now?
"Sure, h-have a seat." I gestured him to the other side of the table. Sliding down leisurely, he got settled and interlocked his hands together.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I crossed my legs over each other and I tried to keep a hold of myself. I did my best to look calm.
He flung out a copy of some magazine. On the cover were pictures of some celebrities and guess what, two of them were me and Nick. On the side the statement "Are Nick and Miley going out?" was printed in big yellow letters. My eyes darted from the magazine to his distressed eyes. This can't be good.
"I wanted to talk to you about this." He started, taking the magazine back and flipping through the pages. You know, sometimes I just wish that magazines can run out of business so that they can stop getting in the way of things. All they cause is drama, drama, and more drama. Darn. Too bad that won't happen.
I forced a chuckle to break the eerie silence. "Silly magazine, they don't know what they're talking about." No, of course we're not going out. But, why would the magazine say that? Pfft, why wouldn't they? They like to get stuff that people are interested in so that they can make a profit for themselves.
"I wanted to show you this because I want these kinds of things to stop getting published", he declared. "I'm not saying that whatever's written in them is true, but I think we should be careful in front of the cameras and wherever we are. We're just friends, that's it. I don't know why people make a big deal out of everything."
"Yeah, I agree" I replied half-heartedly. I didn't want him to distance myself from him. No way. That's not what I want. "We should be careful." If this is what he wants, I should go along with it. But, why in the world did he have that magazine with him? Does he read them?
He smiled a little, barely. "Thanks for understanding." Hoisting himself up, he got ready to say goodbye. So this is what he came to me for. To say not to come close to him or make any "moves" when cameras are around, and that we're just friends. Wait, he didn't say anything about what to do when cameras aren'taround, right?
"I'll see you later.", he started to walk away, I wish he didn't. He could have stayed a bit longer. This whole day is a mess. Why? Because, he's been keeping away from me the entire time. He paused for a moment and said, "We are going to go to the PinkBerry in an hour or so. You want to come along?"
My heart began to beat faster now. Nick just offered me to go along with him to some place. Oh my God. "Sure, I'd love to!" I think it's beginning to make some sense now, perhaps he came over to tell me to be careful so that when we go to outside, there can be less assumptions between this so called couple "Niley". I'm happy right now.
As soon as he left the bus, I rushed over to my trunk full of clothes. Each shirt that I picked out wasn't the one that pleased me. I had to dress up in something that's eye catching. Minutes later, I picked out a baby blue top with a few frills here and there. It was perfect, it even had blue gems embroiled on it. Yes, this is it. I picked out a pair of jeans and comfortable white shoes to match the outfit. As for jewelry, I wore a silver heart shaped necklace and a few bangles. I tied my hair in a loose pony tail and applied a thin layer of clear lip gloss and eye liner.
I glimpsed at myself in the bathroom mirror. I think I looked nice. Taking a deep breath, I checked the clock. It was 10: 15 p.m. Only ten more minutes until it was time to go outside.
Ok Miley, here's your chance to prove to Nick that you're not a clingy person, or a screw-up... I hope that he's forgotten about the sudden hug that I gave him the other day and gives me a chance.
-Miley-
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Did you like it?! Well, stay tuned for part two of this chapter when Nick and Miley (with Joe and Kevin) go to PinkBerry. btw, pinkberry is some place to hang out at or whatever. They actually did go there together. Well,please review. If I don't get more reviews, then obviosuly there is no interest level, so I will stop the story... Review please, if not, I will not write further because what is the point in working hard for something that no one will bother to read?!
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