Chapter 4

So I have some sad news. My Ipod is still not back from repairs X_X! It took me FOREVER to make this without my Ipod! I'm really hoping it will be back next week, but I'm trying to get stuff typed. I don't promise it! Sorry for any inconvenience.

Nick's POV

I get up out of the wooded area and I hold my head. I slowly stand up and I see a Tv in a store window.

"Now in recent news I'm reporting the death of Nick Jonas." The reporter says.

What the Hell! I'm not dead! I start walking across the street and I see this house for sale.

"Sir, can I help you?" He asks.

"Uh yeah. I was wondering what the price of renting this house would be?" I ask.

"I'm assuming you were kicked out of your house. Your going to be living with me and my wife. You will stay in our basement and all." He says.

"Sir, I can't do that." I tell him.

"No go ahead. It's alright with us. We always wanted a son. All we need to know is your name." He says.

"Umm Nate, Nate Grey." I tell him as I look a sign for a corner store.

It said Nate's Corner Store in grey font. I follow the man into a freaking Mansion I stumble up the steps due to the fact that I had no glasses and my contacts are clearly not in my eyes anymore.

"Nate, what's wrong? Do you need glasses?" The guy asks.

"Yes I do. My mother cracked them and shattered them before I left." I tell him.

"I'll tell you what. I'll get you an appointment to get your eyes checked for tomorrow." He says.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" I ask him.

"I'm Tom Lucas and this is my wife Sandy." He says with a smile.

"I think I'll go into the bathroom and fix my hair and get cleaned." I tell him.

"Sure, The bathroom is the first door on your right. Take your time and there are loads of clean towels in the closet." Tom says.

I go into the bathroom and I grab the electric razor.

"Sorry I have to do this to you." I say to my hair as I shave my head.

Honestly I didn't do half bad. I cut it short, but not bald. I remove the little growing facial hair on the sides of my face and I look at the new face staring at me in the mirror.

I'm now Nate Grey. I'm not Nick Jonas, never will I ever be. I have to leave him behind me. There is only 2 parts I know I would be able to leave is my girl, My Miley. I can see her face every time I close my eyes and my brothers. I get in the shower to remove all the dirt and I get back into my clothes.

"Oh Ok. Nate, we're going to go get you some new clothes and some groceries. Why don't you come with us?" Sandy states sounding excited.

"Ummm. Could I at least borrow one of your shirts Tom? I have no clean clothes." I ask him polietly.

"Yeah sure." He says as he hands me a black t-shirt.

"Thanks." I tell him as I slip into the bathroom to change.

We go out and we get me some new clothes and I can't help but see Kevin looking lost inside the mall. Part of me wants to scream at him that I'm his brother but the other half of me knows that Kevin wouldn't believe me. I go into a shoe store and I buy a pair of new sneakers. The reality of not being able to talk to my brothers and Miley slowly starts to sink in. As soon as I make it to my new room, I start to feel tears fall down my face. I look in my pants pocket to see my phone is still in tact. I look through all the numbers and I hit the delete all button with my eyes shut. It's official, my old life is gone except for all the memories that will sting my brain. I take a death breath and I throw my phone across the room. I start crying really hard into my pillow.

"Nick, are you ok? You seem upset?" Sandy says as she comes into my room.

"I'm just a little upset, please leave me alone." I tell her.

"Ok. I'll see you in the morning." She says as she leaves.

Miley's POV

I go home and I feel even worse. I go into my room and I see pictures of the both of us hugging and kissing eachother. "FUCK YOU! STUPID NICK! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" I yell as I throw a picture on the floor. I start crying and I feel the pain on the inside. I sit on my bed and I stare at my phone and his number. I press delete on his number. I hear someone knocking on my door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

Sorry It's so short, but I have been really busy and it's really hard to write with my desktop instead of my ipod.