S o m e t i m e s L i f e H a p p e n s . . .
It took about fifty glances in two minutes for Joe to come over after Frankie and Noah both started shooting. I saw him coming but didn't make eye contact, only praying that he was just going to walk right past us, never even talk to me or my fiance.
This, of course, was the Joe Gray. The same boy who when he was fifteen and I dared him to kiss some random girl that we saw at Disneyland didn't do only that, but decided to make out with her. After that he did a slight bow, said she's the most prettiest girl he's ever seen, and asked for her number. It was the best when two days later he found out that she was one of the other people that Disney was attempting to make big.
Demi still brings up that day constantly. She found it the funniest thing ever, and I think she still does.
He came up behind Logan, tapping him on the shoulder. Logan turned around to meet eyes with him, putting on his friendly smile. "Hi."
"Hey. I'm Joe. That's my brother, Nick. Who are you two?"
Slap on the face number one. I felt tears coming, but quickly turned the depression into anger. How could he forget his supposed 'little sister'? I rolled my eyes, turning back to Logan. "Don't even answer."
I glanced back at him once more shooting a glare. His face was hurt and it was obvious that he truly didn't know what he did. I felt bad, but the anger simply overpowered enough for me to not go back and apologize.
Logan chased after me, grabbing my shoulders from behind once he could make fools out of both of us. We were in the hallway where no one would see us anyways. I tried to fight him away but failed.
"Turn around, Miley."
I shook my head, wiping away tears that had finally escaped. He couldn't see me crying again.
He came around to the front of me instead, not once moving his hands from my shoulders. "I'm really sorry," he said as he pulled me into a hug.
That's all it took for me to breakdown. I dug my head into his chest as he held my hair. "How could he not remember me?"
"I don't know," he comforted.
I pouted. "How am I supposed to be friends with him now?"
"Hey, I never said that you did have to be friends with him. I could care less about Joe. I just wanna know if you're madly in love with Nickyboy."
I rolled my eyes. "Joe is part of the package and you know it."
"Only accept half of the package," he smirked. Obviously that somehow was supposed to outsmart me.
"Loge, that makes no sense, babe."
He chuckled. "You're smart, analyze it."
"Bu-"
"MILEY!" Noah screamed down the hall, interrupting us.
I huffed. "WHAT?"
"CAN YOU COME HERE?"
"WHY?"
"JUST COME!"
Logan laughed at us, knowing that we did the exact same thing at home. Most conversations that we held weren't actually in the same room. "Go, Miley," he ordered.
"Lo-" I really didn't want to see anyone other than him right now.
"I'll carry you there and embarrass you or you can go," he threatened. I got up grumpily marching down the hall. Once I reached the end my stomps turned into light small steps.
"Hey. What's up?" I looked at Noah, completely ignoring the brothers this time.
"Douche Bag, here, wants to apologize," she crossed her arms, looking at him expectantly.
"Can I do this alone?" he whispered to her through gritted teeth.
"Fine, fine. C'mon, Frank the skank," she grabbed his arm roughly pulling him along as he just laughed.
"She's a real pleasure, ya know?" he muttered sarcastically. My guess was that was his way of attempting to lighten the mood. I didn't budge. The start to an apology isn't the best when someone insults my little sister. "Look, Miley, I'm sorry. I really am."
I kind of looked around some more before focusing back on him. "What was your name again?"
"Don't do this," he begged.
"Joe? Sorry. I don't know a Joe. Doesn't ring a bell at all."
He ushered me over to a nearby table, sitting us both down. "Mi, I really didn't mean it. Yeah, I didn't recognize you, but I didn't mean to offend you in any way, shape, or form."
"Well you did! Do you know how much that hurt? To not be recognized by the same person who used to consider you a little sister?" I finally cracked.
"Miley, you may not notice it, but you've changed a lot in the past five years."
"How?" I demanded. I didn't change at all.
"Well for starters you aren't as hyper and loud. If you came in that door bouncing up and down like usual I'm sure I would've noticed you. Secondly, your voice is higher, and your clothes are... brighter. Third, I'm me."
"I don't care who you are. It still hurt."
"I'm sorry, okay? What else do you want me-"
"You two both suck at apologies," Noah threw her hands up, walking back over. She pointed to him first. "All you do is have to say sorry. All you do is have to forgive him. It's not that hard!"
"Noa-"
"Say sorry, Joseph."
"Sorry, Miley."
"Now do you forgive him?"
"Yes," I said as if I was positive.
"'Kay. Now I need to go back and shoot. So if you two could grow up that'd be great."
Joe watched her walk away before turning to me. "Hey."
"Hi," I smiled.
"How've you been doing?"
"Pretty good. Life's amazing, Tennessee is amazing, no complaints. You?"
"Great," he said simply, stopping there.
I kinda avoided looking at him for the next few minutes of silence. After about two Nick came over to us. He smiled at me shyly.
"Hey, Miles."
"Hey," I gave a small wave.
And this time it was my turn to admit that this was the lowest we've ever been. Things were too awkward for my liking, and I couldn't fix it at all.
I want to go home. :'(
That's all I texted Logan. Because honestly, if I texted anything more I wasn't sure if I could handle it at this point. The door down the hall opened though as he came out. I was the only one who turned to look at him as we met eyes. A flash of pity went through his before he nodded, approving.
"Mi, I'm gonna go visit my mom and Haley. They've been wondering when I'm stopping by for a bit now. Did you wanna come with?"
"Uh," I looked around for a moment as if I was trying so hard to make this decision. "sure. Just give me a minute, okay?"
Logan gave a brief shake of the head, going over to my mom. He was most likely explaining where we were going, and being the responsible one... again.
I turned to the boys beside me giving them both a slight smile. "Well, I guess I have to go."
"Bye," Joe shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Nice to see you again."
"Hopefully we'll see you soon," Nick added on.
I nodded, "Most likely. I'm in town for awhile. See y'all later," I waved quickly preceding to walking away. I grabbed my bag from Noah's dressing room, meeting Logan by the front entrance.
He called a Taxi over in just a few minutes, telling him the address of an ice-cream shop that was right by the house. I couldn't be happier that visiting his parents was a lie. I wasn't exactly in a visiting, smile-fakely-for-the-paps mood right now.
"You okay?" his breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it.
Finally I couldn't take it as I hugged him and began to let every emotion I was holding back in there out.
"We can barely look at each other. I think we got ten words in before we fell into a silence," I wiped my eyes, shaking my head and looking down ashamed. "It's so awkward and – I don't think we will be able to get a relationship as friends, even."
"And you want to be their friend... Don't you?"
I couldn't even face him now. This was my ex-boyfriend and his brother, I shouldn't care less about them. Yet, I have the worst headache from knowing that I always will and figuring out how to get them both to feel the same about me.
"Yeah," I whispered.
Logan wrapped his arms around my waist, sighing. "This is gonna be hard, Mile. You guys have never been friends without dating before. Or at least flirting. But you can do it if you want to," he pulled my hair back, beginning to play with it. "It'll just take some time."
"How much?"
He gave a small smile this time. "That answer is your decision."
woah. sorry about that. Did you guys know that there is WAYYY more homework in highschool than middle school? true story. anyways. if fanfiction wasn't so freaking idiotic this chapter would've been posted at like, 9 this morning my time. oh well.
thanks Erin for reminding me to post it.
sorry for it totally sucking. haha. computer issues... again.
review? & tell me if i should finish this story. cuz... yeah.
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