Chapter Seven

Simple Song

Wake up,
Here I go,
Cram it all down my throat
Stomach so full that i wish i could choke.

Seven am
My heads,
Already in a spin
Soon as I'm out that door.
Bam it hits me like a tone of those
red Bricks

Can't dig myself out of this highest ditch,
This madness

Nick POV

I awoke the next morning to find Mileys sleeping figure smiling next to me. She looked so happy, so peaceful, and I couldn't help but smile too. As I thought of last nights events, of holding Miley in my arms and kissing her over and over. I felt as if I'd awoken from a dream. I lay there, trying to think of last time I'd felt so pleased on account of a girl. And I couldn't, because Miley Stewart is special.

I closed my eyes, and smiled slightly. "Your special to me, you know that?" I herd a voice that sounded so familiar. Too familiar and with that, my smile vanished. It was then that I could actually recall the last time I felt so pleased. And how my world fell into a never ending black whole afterwards.

I looked over at the sleeping brunette, "It's not fair," The rational voice in my head stated. "It's not fair for you to love again, after everything you put her through," The voice commenced. "Its not fair to her, to be so hurt by you, and too see you with someone else," The voice continued. "But most importantly, its not fair to Miley, its not fair to Miley to have to be loved by you, of all people. To be loved by you"

"Your right," I said as I got up and made quickly put some close on.

"Where are you going?" I herd an angelic voice call.

"Just have to run some errands, Miles," I said turning around and facing her. "Go back to bed," I said smiling at her softly before leaving the room in a haste.

"Bye," I herd her mutter just before the door slammed. I ran down the steps into the kitchen, and grabbed the keys to my car. I hoped in, started the engine, hit the road and blasted the radio.

All this time I was wasting,
Hopin you would come around.
I been giving out chances,
All you do is let me down.

And its taking me this long,
Baby but I figured you out.
And your thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around.

You don't have to call,
Anymore
I wont pick up the phone.

I groaned in frustration. I didn't need this song, not right now, not anymore. So I turned off the radio. And it stayed off, until I felt that burning sensation telling me. "Its only fair Nick," So I quickly turned it back on.

Now you asking me to listen,
Because its worked each time before.
But you don't have to call
Anymore,
I wont pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't want to hurt anymore.

And you can tell me that your sorry,
But I don't believe you baby
Like a did before.
Your not sorry.
Your Not Sorry.

And just like that, I pulled into her driveway, time to face the real music. I got out of my car, and saw her sitting on her patio. Rocking back and forth on the swing set like she did every Saturday morning. She had her hair tied back, and a bunch of pancakes on her lap, drenched in syrup. Like always.

"Hey," I said from the bottom of the steps.

"What are you doing here?" She said, the anger in her voice evident.

"I wanted to talk," I said seriously.

"After what Nick, two years?" She spat at me.

"I need to get it off my chest," I said climbing a few steps.

"You had me falling for you hunny and it never would have gone away/ You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of that fade," She sang softly. Her voice wasn't the best, but the meaning was obvious.

"Please?"

"Why the sudden change?" She asked.

"Sometimes people change," I said with a shrug.

"Yeah," She breathed out. "You'd know about that,"

"Can I just?"

"Yes, just hurry up," She said leading me into her house.

"Thanks," I breathe out, and followed her in.

Miley POV

I awoke today, and I felt different. I didn't groan as the California sun met my eyes, and I didn't even try to fall back asleep. Instead, I just turned on my side, and allowed the butterflies, that I felt through contact with Nick play over and over. I smiled as I remembered his words last night. Your beautiful, he called me beautiful. No one as ever told me I was beautiful, sure I was pretty, and Hot and whatever it was boys used these days. But never was I beautiful.

My thoughts were interrupted when I herd Nick mumble something. I turned to look at him, but he was already off the bed, and half way dressed. "Where are you going?" I asked, my voice soft but full of curiosity.

"Just have to run some errands, Miles," He said turning to face me, his chest bare and I couldn't help but stare at his abs. "Go back to bed," He said. I wanted to ask him, how he expected me to go to sleep when all I could think about was how we had kissed last night. But by the time I had opened my mouth, he was almost out the door.

"Bye," I mumbled just before the door closed.

I felt my heart ache, just a little bit. I wanted to talk to him, I mean we kissed, he kissed me, I kissed him. It was all a blur right now. But a blur I didn't want to forget. But maybe, it was a blur I should forget? I mean I did make out with my god-brother, and I'm pretty sure that isn't something normal to do.

I was distracted by my cell phone ringing, as the name Demi flashed across the screen.

"Yo," I said

"Yo-yo, yeah I said it twice got a problem with that?" Demi's voice said as I gave a small laugh.

"Demetria," I said annoyed. "Why the heck are you calling me at," I said looking at the time. "Ten o'clock on a Saturday," I asked.

"Well, I was just going to ask my favourite Country gal if she wanted to come over to my house and maybe watch some movies or something, but obviously I am disrupting her from her precious beauty sleep, so I'll just forget it,"

"Oh my lord, if I'm over there in an hour will you shut up?" I asked laughing.

"Make it forty-five minutes and we have a deal," Demi said and I groaned but agreed.

I spent the next forty minutes running a comb through my hair, while brushing my teeth. Then Getting dressed, throwing on some tights and an Elvis Costello shirt by dad had given me a few years back. I through a boho strap on my head and ran down stairs.

"Joe!" I yelled as I ran down the steps.

"Sup" He said through a mouth of peanut butter and jam.

"Can you give me a ride?" I asked throwing on my black and white converse.

"Where?" He said getting up and grabbing his keys.

"Demi's house," I said my back turned from him, and I swear I herd his keys drop.

"Umm, I can't" He finally said.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"I just remembered I promised to talk Jesse to the mall," He stuttered.

"Oh that's cool," I said. "I'll just grab walk or something," I shrugged.

"We have like bikes and scooters in the garage," He said trying to help.

"Do you got a skateboard?" I asked.

"Yeah why?" He asked, but I was already half way to the garage.

I grabbed a boar, and a helmet, and kicked off. I hadn't skateboarded in a while, but I've always loved the rush it gave me. It wasn't like it was really dangerous, or like I was doing drugs. But I remember being three and landing my first Ollie. Things like that you don't forget.

"Hey," Demi said walking out of her house. "you made it," She smiled. "With three minutes to spare,"

"Shut up Demi," I said laughing.

"You skate?" She said taking in my appearance. "Only for like sixteen years,"

"Miles, Your only sixteen," She laughed.

"My point exactly," I smiled as she laughed, and led me into her house.

We entered the house, and I followed her up the spiral stairs that led to her the upper floor. Finally we reached her room, and I saw a bunch of pictures of the same four kids, from the ages of what seemed to be eight onwards.

I picked one of the pictures and couldn't help but laugh at the two boys whose faces were filled with chocolate cake. "Is this Joe and Nick," I asked

She turned and looked at the picture and smiled. "Yup, that's was at Selena's ninth birthday," She said laughing hysterically. But the stopped and her face flushed with what seemed to be sadness, and remorse.

"So this Selena?" I asked pointing to another picture, that held the four kids, pointing out Selena with he long brown hair tied into pigtails.

"Yeah," She said, with no tone in her voice.

"You guys used to be close?" I stated it as a question, even though there was no use to it seeing as her night stand was covered in pictures of herself, Nick and Joe.

"Oh yeah, I've known Selena all my life," She said. "We grew up in the same town back in Texas," She said laying on her bed.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep, then I moved to California when I was six," She laughed slightly. "I was so sad, I didn't want to leave Selena, she was the only friend I had, but she moved to California when she was eight, so we were reunited," She smiled.

"Why don't you hang out anymore?" I asked.

"Oh, well I met Joe when I first moved here," She said. "We were at on the school yard, I was in the sand box, and Joe came and stole my bucket,"

"Sounds like something Joe would do," I said as she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, then I cried, and threatened to tell the teacher," She said as I laughed. "Joe promised if I didn't tell the teacher, he'd give me his snack every recess," She said smiling fondly at her memory. "Through him, I met Kevin and Nick, we'd been friends ever since," She said smiling, and I couldn't help but join her.

"Then what happened?" I asked, quite intrigued with my brothers history.

"Well, then Selena moved here and I was Beyond happy to have a girl in the group" She laughed.

"Selena hung around with you guys?" I asked confused. Demi nodded so I continued. "Well, it just seams like she doesn't like Nick or Joe, or anyone from that group," I shrugged.

"She doesn't," Demi said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just let me continue," Demi laughed, as I beckoned for her to continue.

"Well, Selena fit right in with us," She said. "And before I knew it, she and Nick had grown close," She paused. "Very, close" she added with a wink. And before I knew it, everything changed.

Nick POV

I cringed as she shut the door abruptly, and I followed her into the living room. "I see not much as changed," I said taking in the room.

"I know one thing that has," She said staring straight at me.

"Selena, lets face this like adults," I said as she let out a laugh, a sarcastic laugh.

"Just say what you have to say Nick," She said bitterly. "I'm sure Emily is waiting,"

"I broke up with her," I blurted out.

"What?" She said acting like it hadn't fazed her, when I knew it had.

"She was cheating on me," I shrugged as if I didn't care. Because I didn't.

"Serves you right," Selena said.

"I know," I agreed.

"What?" Selena said staring at me dumbfounded.

"I said I know, I deserved it," I said honestly. "The thing is, I never liked Emily, and she never liked me. It was bound to happen sooner or later,"

"What? Nick I'm confused," Selena's face finally softening.

"I just never liked her, in reality I never got over you," I said refraining from adding the up until recently. to that statement. "I just dated Emily because everyone said I should," I said.

"Oh Nick!" Selena exclaimed. "I was never over you either," I tried to explain myself more, but I found Selena in my arms, crying into my chest. And before I knew it, our eyes locked with mine, and her lips pressed against mine.

"I've wanted to do this again for so long," She breathed out.

"Me too," Escaped my lips before I had the chance to think about it.

Miley POV

"So let me get this straight," I said attempting to get all this information into my head. "Nick and Selena were like best friends,"

"Yes," Demi said.

"And then they started dating?" I asked.

"Yup," Demi nodded.

"But something happened that made them break up, and now Selena hates all of you?" I asked lost.

"Basically," Demi said, the painful memory making her face slightly pale.

"Well what did he do?" I asked yearning to know.

"He broke her heart, and I wasn't there to comfort her like a best friend should have,"

"Demi," I hugged her as tears came from her eyes. "I think I love Nick," I blurted out.

"He's practically your brother," She said laughing slightly.

"We kissed last night," I said embarrassed.

Demi looked at me, and nodded for me to continue. "But, I don't think I can handle his baggage. Not on top of all of my own," I sighed.

"If its meant to happen, it'll happen," She said stroking my hair.

"And if its not?" I asked.

"Well," Demi said thinking, "There's always Jesse," and as she said that we both laughed and enjoyed each others company. But we both knew, something had changed. Something was bound to change, and it would take the simpliest of songs to to turn it off, to make it stop, now, we just needed to find someone willing to play that song for us.

I swear sometimes,
I cant tell which ways up
Which ways Down.

Its All up in my face
I need to push it away
Somebody push it away,
SO all that i can hear
Is a simple song.

Sing along now.

La,La,La,La,
La La La....

A/N so this chapter is Dedicated to Tara, becuase she pushed me to right update!

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