Chapter Seven: Blame It on Me
~Every once in a while you think you figured it out, sometimes you're not right. - Chrisette Michele~
I feel so pathetic. I can't believe I let myself fall so hard so fast. Even worse, I can't believe she doesn't even feel the same way. I'm not crying, which is good; at least I still have some of my dignity. I never cry because of breakups, aside from when Miley and I broke up, but that's understandable considering we were together nearly two years and she was my first love. All the relationships I had after her were always brief and never really serious. I'm also always the one breaking it off, except, of course, once again with Miley and now Lucie, which I think may also have made a contribution in the cause of my heartache right now.
I think with Lucie it was kind of like with Miley. It was unexpected. I didn't think things would get so serious so soon. The familiarity of the amazing feeling I had when I was with her was incredible. She really is the perfect girlfriend. I honestly don't know how we dated for a month without ever getting into any fights, not even those stupid little arguments every couple experiences. Never. A big part of me feels like flying back over there and telling her I'm willing to relocate over there just to be with her, but of course a bigger side of me knows how idiotic that would be.
"Nick!" I see Demi waving for me with Joe standing next to her. As I grab my luggage and head over to where they are, all I'm really hoping for is for them to know me well enough not to press for any questions right now.
After hugging them both, we head toward the exit and I listen as they fill me in on what I missed the past few days. I'm not really listening to what they're saying, I'm kind of lost in my own thoughts, but I nod and add in one-worded replies when appropriate.
"So how was your trip?" Joe asks, and I know he's dying to know what happened. Thank God for Demi right now, I know she must have told him not to ask me why I'm coming back so early.
"It was good...I had fun." I answer carefully as we get to Joe's car. I quickly slide into the back seat before any further questions can be asked. That's also when I realize Miley's not here. I realize it shouldn't be that big of a deal but it kind of is. There's like an unwritten book of laws between the two of us for these kinds of things and it's kind of a big deal when one or both of us don't follow it.
"Where's Miley?" I ask as casually as I can, trying not to stir up unnecessary questions. However, I can't help but notice the brief look shared between Joe and Demi before she answers. "Um, she didn't want to come; she was tired."
Lie. "Is something wrong with her?" I test, keeping my eyes glued to Joe, who cannot tell a lie to save his life.
"No, not at all, she just...didn't want to come." Demi tries to persuade me but I know both of them too well. There's something they're not telling me.
"Oh, okay."
"Welcome home!" I'm being smothered by so many people as I enter our (Joe and I) condo and my annoyance level is increasing hug after hug. It almost feels like a pity party, which I'm sure it is, knowing Joe and Demi. And to top it all off, Miley's obviously pissed at me considering she's trying to avoid me.
I notice that she's wearing a bathing suit underneath her white t-shirt and blue board shorts. A few other people also have their bathing suits underneath their clothes. So, she was tired, eh?
"Hey, Miles, I just want to say, thank you for always being such a great friend." I flash her a big, fake smile just to get under her skin.
She returns the smile and without even saying a word, she walks away.
Whatever. I decide to ditch the party and head for my room. I toss my duffel bag to the side, preparing to sink my body into the huge comfy bed that's practically calling my name. As my bag hits the ground, I notice something brown and furry-looking peeking from my closet. I head over to the closet and pick it up. Snickers. There's only one reasonable explanation for why he would randomly pop up in my closet: Miley.
Miley has never liked sleeping alone. Ever since I can remember. She had always had someone, either her mom, one of her sisters, or one of her friends, she always had to share her bed with someone, anyone really. Eventually, we started dating and naturally, I replaced her mom, sisters, and friends. However sleeping in the same bed as your girlfriend/boyfriend wasn't necessarily our parents' idea of normal teenage behavior. Tours, movies and such were an issue as well. So I decided to buy her a teddy bear, Snickers, so her dignity wouldn't have to be bruised with having to share a bed with her mommy and sisters every night. Why no one had thought of this before? Beats me. So ever since, she could never sleep without Snickers. I think it started out as kind of like an irrational fear that she could have easily gotten over but was never properly taken care of, so now it's not necessarily a fear but merely a bad habit, if you will. When we broke up, she gave him back to me, I'm not exactly sure where he's been all this time, which is what makes everything so puzzling. Did she come in my room searching for him and then end up just leaving him? What would be the point? Was she snooping and ended up accidentally finding him? Why the hell would she think it's okay to go in my room without my permission?
My previous plan for a long relaxing nap is soon forgotten as I head back into the living room, where everyone is mingling. I know I'm blowing everything out of proportion and I may be taking my crappy mood out on her but at the moment, all I could think about is how fed up I am with her. Recently, she's seems like the core of every single one of my problems and I'm sick of it.
I spot her on the living room couch chatting with Selena and Joe and head over there, not caring if I cause a scene. "Explain to me what this was doing in my closet." I hold Snickers up in her face."
"Um, that happens to be yours, Dumbass." Yeah, that tone just won't do it for me.
"What the hell were you doing in my room?"
"Since when do you care?"
"Answer my damn question!"
This clearly startles her since she looks around at all the sets of eyes staring at us, and then grabs my arm, pulling me out through the front door of the condo.
"Will you calm down? You're causing a scene." She scolds. "What has gotten into you lately?"
"You and your dumb ass, it's like your goal in life is to piss me off-"
She purses her lips and looks to the side for a second, which I know is her way of trying to keep from tearing up. At this point, I'm so pissed, I could honestly care less. "You know what? I don't need this." She says as she heads for the elevators.
"What? So you can be a total bitch to me but when I'm a dick suddenly it's the end of the world?"
Suddenly, everything seems to be moving in slow motion until her palm meets my right cheek. That's when I know I've screwed up. I might have crossed the line by calling her a bitch, but the double standard here pisses me off even more. "Screw you."
"I'm sure you'd like that." I retort as I turn to go back inside.
"In your dreams asshole." I hear her say before I shut the door, going straight back to my room. I throw myself on my bed and lie there just thinking about what just happened. I left this room with intentions of scolding her to tears. I would bet everything I own that she's crying right this minute, but why does that only make me feel worse? And I never did find out what she was really doing in my room. I wonder when God will finally decide to give me a break.
I wasn't planning on posting, this is breaking my routine, but I thought you guys deserved this, considering the majority of you are getting a bit impatient with the lack of action between Nick and Miley. Be patient, we're closer than we seem. I promise. ;)
P.S., So far this story has been pretty tame but just to be safe, you're all aware of the rating, right?
As always, thanks for reading and commenting. Love you guys. And shout out to the fabulous XoXoNiLeY2010 for alwaysbeing first to comment and always saying such sweet things. You seriously always make my day.
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