*Early update! :D It's a filler but imprtant; keep your eyes open! O.O
The next week, I spent it, looking for paint for the 'guest' room, looking for floors, and calling people from IKEA and HOME-DEBOT. They were currently working on the 'guest' bed room right now, so I went downstairs, to the first floor, to spend some time with Sheryl. I knock on the door and was greeted by Jeff, Sheryl's husband.
"Miley, come in," I step inside with Izy, and then greet the nice man I grew to love in only 3 days. "Hi Jeff, how are you?"
"Im good; hanging in there, how are you and Izy?" I smile, walking into the living room. "We're fine; exciting about the big move," I squeal. "That's good to hear' it'll be nice to see a baby again," we laugh and Sheryl comes in with ice, cold lemonades.
"Thank you," she nods, and smiles, before walking into the kitchen again. "Are you staying for dinner Miley?"
"I don't know, I don't want to intrude-"
"It's perfectly fine, it would be our pleasure to have both of you over," I smile and nod. "Well thanks, so I guess, yeah, I am staying,"
After dinner, I head out to my hotel because I have to be at the apartment bright and early because the people from IKEA are bringing over some things for the living room.
I walk over to my bed, finding Izy asleep, finally. I smile at her sight and sit back on the ground facing her with my phone in hand. Should I e-mail her? Should I call her? You see, I told the guy to put all my contacts in from the computer, and of course, Demi's was there. I should call, but at the same time not call. She lied to me and did something behind my back. I know she was trying to help me but, she made things worse. But I did get a chance to see her.
"Ugh!" I say to no one. I hold my phone again, and just stare at it. I should call, but shouldn't. What if Joe picks up; or worse, Nick; deep breaths, Miley deep breaths. Ok, I can do this!
"Hello?" a faint voice says through the other line. Oh my God what did I do? "Hello?" the faint voice asks again. Miley, you're stupid! Why did you call-ugh!
"Are you going to talk?" they say, sounding a little mad. "Yeah," is all I say. "Who's this?" they ask a little calmer now. "Miley," I hear a silent gasp, and silence takes over, once again.
"Miley?" the voice speaks a little louder, sounding more and more like a guy this time. "Yeah," I hear some ruffling noises and finally, someone breathing very un-even. "Miley! Where are you? Im so sorry that I caused all of this! Where are you calling from? Can you ever please forgive me, im so sorry! I miss you, please!" she sounds so, broken, and weak. I was gone for about 3 days, and I've already caused this much pain.
"Um, hi Dem; I can't tell you where im at yet but I can soon, and this is my new number. Demi, I wanted to say I miss you too. Even though what you did hurt me even more, I love you; you're my best friend, and I miss you like crazy!" I say, through tears. I hear sigh, and sniff, which means she's crying at the moment too.
"Why can't you tell me where you are?" I sigh, adjust myself on the floor, so the im lying on my back. "Because, im moving and I don't want to tell you where I am, then you come, then im not there-im moving soon don't worry; I just need to organize everything in the new condo so yea,"
"I get cha, but can you at least tell me what city so I can be calm about it; wait, you're still here in the US right?" I laugh and nod my head, knowing she can't see it.
"Yeah Dem, im in the US; im in Orlando,"
"You're 2 hours away Miles!" I nod again, and sit back up. "I know, and it's amazing here, Dem. I don't want to go back yet," my voice cracked a bit, and I took the silence she gave me, as she just nodded. That's how Demi and I understood each other, we were like telepathically linked somehow!
"So, when are you coming back, to visit of course!" I sigh and shrug my shoulders. "Well, how about, I don't know, Saturday?"
"That'd be good!" I smile. I hear her yawn and I know she's way too tried. "Get some sleep; I'll text you tomorrow, save this number!" I remind her, laughing at the end. "Alright Miles…Remember to text me though; or I'll have a panic attack and, well, you don't want to know," I laugh and nod my head.
"Alright, bye," she says one more time. I click the red button and the call has ended. "Guess what Izy, we're seeing uncle Joey and Aunt Demi on Saturday!" …and you're lovely dad!
The next day, I woke up around 6:30 to the alarm I put on my phone. I took a quick shower and changed into black, baggy, sweat pants, a white tank top, socks, and my Adidas sandals. I put my hair in a messy bun on top of my head, and grab my phone from night stand, next to the bed in the hotel. I check the time; 7:30.
"Alright, they should be on their way," I take Izy a quick shower, leaving her in her white under thing, a blue skirt, and a blue tank top, with a little blue hat. I take her, and put her into the carrier.
I tell Amanda, the front desk girl, to call a cab. Within minutes, she calls back up to inform me the cab came. I grab Izy's carrier, and her bag with extra cloths, toys, diapers, and other needs, and make my way downstairs.
"Thanks Amanda," she smiles and im out the door. The cab driver opens the back seat for me, before heading back to the front. I strap Izy in, and then slip inside. Once I'm in the car, my phone starts buzzing. I look at the caller ID and smile when I see it's from Demi.
"Hey Dem, hold up a sec," I put my hand over the speaker of the phone and tell the driver the address.
"Alright, what's up?" I ask, settling in my seat, looking at Izy who is observing everything around her. I smile, and play with her little hands.
"Nothing; I decided to call to see if you were up, and you are; plus im bored and I'm over at Joe's bored, and I decided to call you; Joe woke me up because he had to get to work, and now I can't fall asleep, what are you doing up so early?" So I guess you're asking, 'how is she best friends with someone who rambles on and on?' Well the answer is simple, I ramble on and on too, plus Demi's funny when she rambles so…
"Haha, sucks for you but even worse for me; I gotta be over at my new condo soon 'cause the furniture for the living room is coming so, plus, I gotta tell them where to put everything, and blah, blah, blah," the driver stops moving and I pay him the total. "Thank you," I take Izy out of the car, and head towards the building.
"Interesting, I can't wait to visit you or something, but don't worry just me, and can you trust me if I say I won't tell the guys where you live?" I giggle and sigh, nodding my head.
"Demi, I can always trust you, no matter what," I know she's smiling when the line is silent. I open the doors to the building, and head to condo #101; Sheryl's place.
"Did you know I love you?" I laugh and nod again. "I love you too Dem, but, I gotta go, I have to talk through some thing's with the land lord,"
"Alright Miles, I'll see ya whenever, plus I got amazing news!" I hear her squeal, and I know she's jumping up and down.
"That sounds amazing, so I'll see ya whenever bye,"
"Byeeee!" and I hear a click, then the line goes dead. The door opens in front of me, to see a happy looking Sheryl. "Hi Sheryl," I hug her, and she lets me into the condo.
"How are my girls doing?" I nod my head, smiling, taking a seat at the island in her kitchen. "Good, but, I have to feed Izy, we haven't eaten yet," I laugh and take out the milk that's to the side of the bag.
"You haven't eaten? I'll make you some pancakes, and sausages; how does that sound?" I nod my head smiling. I love pancakes and sausages, especially when Sheryl make's 'em.
"Thank you," I take Izy out of her carrier, and start to feed her some milk. Half way through, she stops, and decides on to drink anymore. "All done?" I pop the bottle out of her mouth, and tap the bottle with the cap, popping it into the pocket to the side of the bag.
"When is she going to start eating like, real food or something?" Sheryl asks, making the sausages. "Um, soon, she could eat like potatoes, or rice, or something soft, but she could eat human food," I laugh. It sounds like she's an alien or something.
"That's good, I can't wait to see what she looks like when she's older; all I can tell from that face, no boys after 7 p.m." I laugh and sigh, looking down at Izy.
"Do you think I should forgive her dad?" Sheryl looks at Izy for a second, then at me. "I think you should forgive him when and if you want to," she smiles, putting everything onto the island, and pouring me a glass of OJ. What to do, what to do…
What's Demi's big news? Where's Nick? Is he still at his uncles? Will Miley forgive Nick?
*Question of the day:*
What is your favorite place to go on vacation?
Seaside X33333333
*Song of the day:*
Replace Me- Andrew Belle
*Movie of the Day:*
Despicable Me! "It's so fluffy!"
Funniest, Cutest, the most Adorable movie IN THE WORLD! X33