A/N: I do not own anything used in this story. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.
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Selena's POV:
(That night)
Me, Miley and Joe sat in a circle (well, triangle) on the carpeted floor of the living room while Nick watched TV from the couch, completely ignoring us and the noise we were making as usual. I spinned the bottle lying in between us. It landed on Joe; I smiled evilly, wringing my hands together. He rolled his eyes as if bored. "Truth or—" I started, "Dare." He completed for me.
Oh yeah! I leaned over and whispered something in Miley's ear. She smirked looking at Joe and then back at me. We turned to look at Joe with matching grins on our faces, he looked between us curiously, "What are you devils thinking?" he questioned. I narrowed my eyes. "Joe… I dare you to…" I paused for dramatic effect, "…Say, 'beautiful'."
He gasped. We laughed, satisfied. "No, no, no!" he cried dramatically, "DJ Danggaahh does NOT say words like that! No, no, no!"
"Hey, you're the one that picked dare." I informed, smirking. The phone started ringing and I heard mom answer it in the kitchen as me and Miley continued making Joe miserable. "Miley, it's for you!" We heard mom call, Miley's head snapped towards her direction, "For me?" My mom nodded, smiling, "It's your dad, and he has some great news!" she announced. "Saved by the phone." Joe gasped out dramatically, leaning back on the couch earning an eye roll from both of us girls.
Miley stood up and picked the phone up, putting it to her ear, smiling as well. I watched casually as she greeted her father and stuff, but then her face fell. The phone dropped out of her hand, landing on the floor, making all of our attentions (even Nick's) turn to her. She stood up, sprinting out of the door.
Miley's POV:
(From a few minutes earlier)
"Hi daddy!" I greeted into the phone, grinning from ear to ear. I hadn't spoken to him in a while and I missed him. "Hey sweetie." He greeted back. "I miss you!" I gushed, wishing I could give him a big hug right now. "I missed you too, Miley. I don't think I could survive much longer with only Jackson here. I need some balance." He joke as we shared a laugh and heard an offended, "HEY!" coming from far, or maybe he was just stuffing his face too much like usual.
He stopped laughing and cleared his throat, "What's up, dad?" I asked him curiously. "Uh… I have some, uh… pretty… big, news." "Yeah, I heard that much. Now what is it? The suspense is killing me." I joked. He laughed nervously before clearing his throat again. What was it that he was so nervous about? "I'm, uh… I asked Nessie to marry me." He concluded.
My smile suddenly vacated my face and I could feel my throat go dry. Vanessa was my dad's girlfriend. It had taken dad a long time after mom had died, but he had started dating again. I didn't like it in the beginning, I still didn't. But for my dad's sake and happiness, I decided to suck it up. Vanessa was actually very nice; I liked her, even though I had forced myself not to at the start. But I hadn't realized they were so serious.
The phone slipped out of my hand and landed on the floor. I could barely make out the worried faces of Selena and Joe as they frantically asked me what was wrong. I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes. I could still hear my dad in the phone, "Miley? Miley?!" I stood up immediately, refusing to speak and sprinted out of the house. The thought of someone replacing my mom was way too overwhelming.
Nick's POV:
I watched as she ran out of the house. My eyes followed her doubtfully, not sure if I should react. What was she so upset about, anyways? "Mom, what's wrong?!" Selena inquired to my mom as I turned to look at her. Mom sighed, "Her dad's getting married again." Oh. I guess I could understand why she was upset about this. I mean, after all, we were kind of in the same position.
Selena stood up, shaking her head defiantly, "I'm gonna go talk to her." Mom stopped her, putting her hands on my sister's shoulders, "No. Just give her some time… I'm sure she'll see the logical side when she has some time to think this over." Selena nodded dejectedly and plopped down on the couch next to me.
Miley's POV:
I ran to the tiny house situated nearby, within sight. I looked up the roof. I felt like being up somewhere high. Finding a ladder lying on the ground, I carelessly set it up and climbed it, reaching the roof. I pulled myself up and sat down. The tears made their entrance again. I hated this, didn't I want my dad to move on be happy again? Why was I acting like such a snobby little regrettable daughter?! Ugh, I hate myself…
I bought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them sobs took over my body again. I looked up at the star-studded night sky, "I miss you so much mom…" I whispered to the stars, hoping they would pass the message on. I rested my head on my knee, closing eyes.
Nick's POV:
I walked into my room later that night, shutting it behind me. Everybody else was asleep. I changed into my pajamas and got ready for bed. I stifled a yawn as I walked over to the window to shut it. I pulled the window down and was about to close the curtain when my eyes caught a glimpse of a figure, seated atop the roof on the empty house located opposite ours.
I paused for a moment before opening the window as wide as it would go. I kept staring at her for a moment; a cold breeze blew, making me shiver. How did she survive all this while out there in the cold? I shook my head; this was none of my business, right? Right. No need to get myself involved in something that I probably will regret or gain nothing out of later on…
Miley's POV:
"Hey," I heard a voice whisper from my side, the breeze muffling whoever the person was. I looked up to find, much to my surprise, Nick looking at me, no expression whatsoever on his face referring to where we were at the moment. I stared at him, not speaking. "It's rude to not reply." I raised an eyebrow, scoffing, "Yeah, look whose talking." I muttered before turning away and squinting my eyes at the wind.
I heard him sigh; I didn't turn to face him. "Aren't you getting cold?" he asked me. Of course I was, dumbbell. What did he think that I was sweating buckets or something? I rolled my eyes, "Doesn't matter." I responded coolly. For a change, I was the one ignoring him tonight. Which was actually a big shock in the first place, that he was talking to me.
"When it's not alright, when it's not Ok,
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? Will you say Ok?
Will you stick with me through whatever?"
It surprised me when I found a blanket being around my shoulders. I looked up at him, "Thanks," I whispered after a long time. He nodded shortly. "Listen…" he sighed, "I'm not usually very good at talking… lately." Tell me about it, buddy boy, "…But if you wanna talk about it, just… let me know."
I continued acting insolent, "There is nothing that needs to be talked about, thank you very much." I heard him sigh again; I still wouldn't look at me. After doing a pretty good job trying to avoid for all the time I had been here, what was he doing here trying to talk to me, while sitting next to me on a rooftop?
"Miley… can I say… something?" I finally turned to look at him. Our eyes met. God, his eyes were gorgeous. "And what is it that you wanna say?" I asked him, our eyes still in contact. "I-uh… My mom told me why you were upset." "Oh." "Yeah… and it's just that, um… maybe it's good, you know? Maybe it's good for your dad to move on. He needs to be happy right?"
I stared at him unbelievably, who did he think he was trying to tell me it was Ok? He was not really in a position to tell me that. If there was anybody he should be lecturing about letting go, it should be to himself. I shook my head incredulously, "Do you realize how hypocritical you sound right now?" I scoffed, still shaking my head. "Before you go around telling people that it's good to move on, maybe you should try it first yourself." I told him with an attitude, challenging him to accept it with my eyes.
He stared at me in astonishment; I guess he didn't realize that I knew. But it doesn't matter, and it certainly doesn't change the fact that the words that had come out of his mouth a few minutes earlier had sounded so damn phony.
I looked away, standing up and wrapping the blanket around myself. I looked down at him, my expression stubborn and adamant, "Good night." I whispered and started to climb down as he just kept staring at me in sheer shock.
I ran all the way to the house, running up the stairs and settling into bed, still fully clothed. But I didn't care; all I wanted to do was fall asleep so that I could wake up tomorrow and call my dad to apologize to him and Vanessa for my earlier behavior, because no matter how insincere Nick had sounded back there, he had been right. My dad deserved it, and maybe having a mom –step mom—wouldn't be so bad after all.
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A/N: Hiiiiii! Is that getting closer or whhhaaatt? Lmao. I thought this one was Ok. What did you guys think? And plus, I still am trying to make these longer than usual, and they are. But I will try to make them even longer. (: For you guys. See? I'm so nice! :p Hehe.
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