Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or Selena Gomez, or Miley, or anyone. Just the plot.
A/N: So sorry for not updating sooner! It's been foreva! I've been wicked busy, and well. Read on, and don't forget to review.
Nick's P.O.V
These last couple of days have been awkward, and tense. Miley has been staying with me and Tylor while we mix her songs up, and the small talk we make is just well, awkward. But today is the first time we stay together alone and I can tell you, if I thought the last few days had been awkward, saying today was awkward would be an understatement. How many times have I said awkward today? well, yeah. Awkward.
We've been adding up and tweaking around "Back To December", and right now we're listening to what we have so far. It sounds good, but I wouldn't really know considering I can't stop thinking about how Miley's shoulder is so close to mine, and if I move a hair we'd be brushing shoulders. We have a few moments, but every time it happens I feel like jumping up and down like an idiot. She caught me staring at her like three times already, and I refuse for that to happen a fourth time. I can't believe I still feel like a 13 years old when I'm around her. How pathetic am I?
"Nick?" I get snapped out of my thought to see Miley looking at me rather amused.
"Yeah?"
"The song's over."
I blush furiously, and nod, leaning over to save the project and minimize pro-tools. I keep quiet, afraid if I say something I'll screw up and say something incredibly stupid. I've done enough to give myself away to day.
"You haven't changed one bit, have you?" She smiles at me, and I turn to look at her confused.
"What do you mean?"
I reach out for my bottled water and take a big gulp, hoping to wet my dry mouth some. I feel the cold, soothing liquid running down my throat, whatever keeps me from doing something ludicrous.
"I mean, you're shy, quiet, to yourself. You still use that smirk of yours," she chuckles, shaking her head, "you're just still the same. It's hard to explain."
I stare intently into her bright blue eyes, she's being nice to me. She looks relaxed and content, it's nice to see the tension diminished some. I watch her as she brings her own bottled water to her plump lips, and takes a small gulp of it, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the water sooth her, probably aching throat.
"Oh," I feel dumb as soon as those words scape my mind, and I blush again, taking another gulp of my water quickly, "Yeah, well you did change some."
She looks at me puzzled and I realized how bad hat could have sounded,
"I mean, you're more mature now and well, you're looking great too," I blush again, and roll my eyes. Well this is getting old. Get a grip Nick, seriously.
She laughs, realizing my stupid behavior and shakes her head, "Thanks, you're looking good too."
We laugh together for a little while, reminiscing our youth and all the crazy things we did together. We even picked up a guitar, and sang a few old songs as well including "Breakout", "Lovebug", "SOS" and "My Girl" by the Temptations. Lastly, we sang "Before The Storm", I noticed she had dragged her chair even closer to me and she leaned over, smiling softly as we finished the song.
"I'm flooded with all this pain
knowing that I'll never hold you
Like I did before the storm.
Like I did before the storm..."
We stared into each others eyes for a little longer than necessary, I was the first to give in and looked down at my feet. I heard her clear her throat, and lean back into her chair with a thoughtful look on her face, which made me a little curious. Can't blame a guy.
"What are you thinking?" I blurt out, but not really regretting it. After all, it did feel like we were just having a moment.
"What happened to us?" The question left her lips, leaving me stunned, but I quickly recovered thinking back to what happened. The fight, the misunderstanding, the way she just let me go without a fight. How she went and got a new boyfriend and rubbed it in my face, making me want to crawl and hide, which I did end up doing anyways.
"You dumped me." That's it. Simple. No matter what I did to try and explain and get you back, you didn't bulge. You didn't listen.
"You cheated on me." I felt myself growing angry. Nick calm down. Take a breath.
"That's just it!" I stood up, completely losing it, "I didn't cheat on you! I never cheated on you! I LOVED You with everything in me, Miley."
She looked taken aback and scared at my sudden outburst. Good.
"Are you kidding me?" I pulled at my hair feeling my anger take over even more, "God, I tried to explain! I TRIED to explain it was for my job! You think I wanted to kiss her? well you're wrong. I didn't. You went and kissed Liam for a movie. Well, I was rehearsing for my stupid show! and guess what? I quit at the end anyways, because the pain of seeing you not care about me all of a sudden was too much to take. I tried so hard to get you back, but you ignored me and went and got with that piece of Aussie shit. Then I disappeared, because I couldn't take it, I couldn't take seeing you wanting to rub it in my face that you didn't have an ounce of understanding or love for me anymore. I hated myself for hurting you, even if it was something I didn't do."
Unwillingly, I felt tears run down my face. I wiped them away angrily and took my guitar and forced it into its case slamming it shut, before facing Miley again. She had stood up, a hurt/apologetic look on her face as she tried to reach out to touch my shoulder.
"I-
"Save it." I cut her off, yanking my arm back from her touch, making her flinch some, "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear what you have to say anymore, it's been years anyway. You got over it really quickly, I mean you are about to marry Liam anyhow."
"Nick, I- I don't know what to say."
"I already said to not say anything anyways." she looked away from my gaze and I saw tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but I wouldn't give into it. She doesn't know what it's like feeling you've messed up so greatly, you don't deserve what you ever had.
Knock, knock!
"Hey!" Liam pokes her head in from the door, "You're done?"
Miley quickly wipes her eyes, and stands up changing her expression plastering a big fake grin on her face. I roll my eyes, and quickly close up pro-tools after saving the file into the disk. I shut down the computer and grabbed my coat and, keys.
"Yes, we're done. Good job Miley, I'll see you tomorrow for the next session." I angrily, open the door completely, and nod a hello at Liam before leaving not looking back.
I need to get over her. I feel pathetic. It's been so long, and I cried in front of her. Cried! what a baby, have I become. Why can't I keep my damn feelings in check, why can't I just move on? It's getting ridiculous.
I pull out my phone calling the one person I know would be there no matter what; Selena.
"Hello?" I smile as I hear her voice through the other line
"Sel, can you come to my house?"
"Be there soon." A beep at the other end lets me know the call is over, and I slowly stroll down the street hoping to make it in time to catch a subway.
Inside the subway, I check the time in my cell phone. 7:30 p.m. just about enough time for me to get home before Selena. I sigh and rest my head against the seat of the subway, closing my eyes feeling a booming headache rip through my brain to my skull. I slowly rub my temples, hoping to sooth them a little. 15 minutes later, I'm opening the door of my apartment, pulling my coat off and throwing it on the couch. I walk into the kitchen, and pull out a cold beer. Opening it quickly, I take a big gulp, letting the bitter flavor invade my mouth, as the alcohol takes over my mind some. I pull out a bag of chips and dig in, walking over to the couch, and just as I'm about to plop down Selena walks into my apartment. Concern all over her face.
"What happened?" She asks, walking over to my kitchen pulling out a can of soda, coming back to sit beside me on the couch.
I went into detail about everything that happened at the studio. From the awkwardness, to the talking and bonding, to the singing and finally the fight. She just nodded, and ate from my chips as she listened to everything I had to say. Not a single word came out of her mouth, she intently heard every word that came out of mine.
"I just- how did she exactly expect me to react?" I shook my head, taking another gulp of my now warm beer. Squinting my eyes at how even more bitter it tasted in my tongued, and sighed.
"Well, you're kind of doing what she did by not listening to her." Wait. What did she just say. Um, no? She didn't even have anything to say anyways.
"Didn't you just hear what I said?" Selena cleared her throat, and took the last sip of her soda before putting it down on coffee table. Leaning her side against my couch and nodded her head.
"I did, Nick. But you two need some kind of talk without fighting, you need to let those old feelings go. Maybe some kind of closure, to at least let that part of your lives go and start of a new. You both deserve that, since you two are obviously still hurting over the past. Neither of you can't keep relying over something that happened when you were 17 years old, what if a new and better relationship comes out of that?" I think about what she says for a little while, still unsure.
"I don't know." I whisper and close my eyes.
"Well think about it." She stands up, and looks down at me smiling, "I gotta go now. If you need me, you have my number."
I nod my head and walk her to my door. She grabs her coat and phone, and turns around to hug me quickly before heading out the door.
"Some kind of closure"
That's what kept running all over my mind, while I laid down in bed trying to sleep. I kept tossing and turning, too wide awake thinking about what Selena said. My feelings are everywhere. God, I love Miley. Maybe a closure is what I need to get over her, maybe she's right.
Beep.
I turn around and reach for my black berry. Who the heck texts at 2 a.m. in the morning, someone that can't sleep either. Obviously.
New text
I open the text surprised at who it was from. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming or something, I shake my head and read the text again.
We really need to talk. We messed up big time.
xx,
Miley
Well! leave me your thoughts fellow readers, will you? Oooh Miley left a text! No, Niley isn't happening that quickly. Miley thinks she's over him, remember? Lets see what Nick does left aye? But really! review. The only way you'll know what comes next is if you leave reviews.
xoxox,
Alex
