Written by Lorena (xYouDroppedItCurlyx) and me.
"Miley." Nick breathed out and I couldn't not stare at him with that regular T-Shirt he always wore.
A T-shirt I always wore.
"Nick." I mimicked him. I knew Joe was up to something, but I always thought it was something better, something more original. He kind of disappointed me. But still, I was very much angry at him.
He couldn't just invite me for 'friendly' dinner and then invite his brother (a guy who I have feelings for) and his so perfect girlfriend and his other brother and his wife.
Oh, and his girlfriend let's not forget about her, who wasn't really happy after I supported Demi and not her. And she had looked at me with a smirk when I found out that she was dating Joe again. Ashley always got what she wanted, wish I could too.
Who knows whose missing? Maybe he even invited Selena.
No, that would be just too much, even he knew that.
"What are you doing here?" Nick asked, still standing there looking between me and Joe like that, his eyes light up as he came to conclusion."Never mind, I should've prepared myself for the worst when he invited me to a 'friendly' dinner." He spat out, shooting daggers at Joe who was just carelessly sitting down, smiling like a goof he was. "Friendly dinner my arse." Nick chucked down under his breath.
'Prepared myself for the worst?' What did he mean by that?
"I'm glad to see you too." I sarcastically commented. Why was he such a jerk?
Since when was he such a jerk?
"We started without you, Nick." Danielle broke our little 'argument' apart since she knew what it looked like when we fought. Let's just say the makeup sex was the best part of our whole relationship.
Okay maybe I'm lying.
Maybe the kissing, the cuddling on his couch on late Friday night while watching horror movies, he whispering soft words for only us to hear, me having him to take care of me and our long beach walks while holding hands and talking about anything really was the best in our relationship.
He was so sweet and caring back then. When it all did became a duty to him?
"Won't we pray?" I asked suddenly, knowing Nick was a hard-core Christian. I looked at him for some kind of help, but he just sat down next to Delta, kissing her cheek softly.
When he came home to me, we would be making out on the kitchen counter even though his family sometimes sat on the dining table a few meters away from us.
Joe cleared his throat before taking Ashley's hand and Ashley took Danielle's who took mine and I took Kevin's and he took Delta's and she took Nick's and Nick took Ashley's. He took a deep breath and started, and I could already feel this was a mistake.
"Dear God, we are gathered here tonight to get to know each other better even though some of us..." He paused here for a brief second (I think no one noticed it except me and maybe Nick who stirred in his seat) "...know each other pretty good. I am grateful for all the food that is lied down in front of us, for all the love You gave us, for all the broken promises and last goodbyes that you are trying to mend together again. For all the wishes we all want my brother to make happen, for all the things we did wrong in life, and we pray here for my brother and the love of his life," He stopped here as well as my heating cheeks were even more red, "to have a happy future together because I betted with Demi that you will get married by the end of 2011th while she claims that you are going to need much more time before Nick finally asks you to marry him, because he can't grow any—well this is a pray so I can't cuss, but he has to stop this thing he has and start acting like a man. So God, I ask You to guide Nick and his beloved one and make their future much simpler. Amen." Joe smirked by the as we all repeated 'Amen.'
With my eyes still closed, I cursed, not only once but twice. Then I looked up, and everyone was eating their spaghettis again.
The room was filled with silence; I looked at Delta while I finished my dinner. I felt bad; she didn't understand anything of our awkward indirects.
When everyone was finishing, even Nick that had started after us, I stood up with my plate, "I'll help to clean the table."
I took my plate, my glass and my fork and I walked slowly to the kitchen, placing everything inside the sink.
Before I had the change to turn around I heard someone opening the kitchen door, "Listen Miley... I-"
His voice was starting to make my view blur, when my well-known ring tone filled the quiet room.
I took my iPhone out and I check the ID, closing my eyes at the irony.
"Nick, it's Liam. I have to pick up," I said, analyzing his perfect features.
"I understand," he said, as I pressed the button to accept the call.
When I looked up, Nick was already out of the kitchen, leaving me alone again.