Hey guys! Thanks so much for all your awesome reviews! They make me smile =D Anyway, I just wanted to say something; I know Nick is being a total jerk but, don't worry, it's all gunna change ;) Lol.
Love you all x –Jenna
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Joe's Point Of View:
I watched as Nick dragged his hand away from Miley's. It was as if he hated her, as if she'd done something so terrible that she couldn't be forgiven. But, she hadn't done anything. It was confusing, watching them, and seeing the way Miley looked at Nick and the way Nick looked at Miley. Both of them seemed to be scared to look at each other. I knew I had to brighten this up.
"So, Nick, what've you been doing today?" I asked.
Nick looked at me, bewildered and confused, "Um, not much…?" he muttered.
"What about you, Miley?" I questioned for the good of the happiness of us all.
"Um…well, I went school…and came here…" she squeaked.
I sighed.
"I'm done." Nick announced, taking his plate in the kitchen and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?!" I asked angrily.
"I'm going to Selena's house. Do you want to come, Joe?" Nick asked.
I heard Miley sniff, fighting back tears.
"Nick! What is wrong with you? You can't just leave! You're so rude, I mean, you can't just invite Miley to tea, then leave. But to make it all worse, when you asked me to go to Selena's you didn't ask Miley! I mean, she's right here and you are acting like she's invisible!" I yelled.
Miley burst into tears and ran into upstairs into the bathroom. I eyed Nick angrily. Mom asked me what had happened and I told her, and, as quick as a flash of light, she went to check up on Miley.
"You are so dead!" I whispered, "How could you do that to Miley?"
"Do what?" Nick mumbled, playing with his curls innocently.
"Nick, you know exactly what I'm talking about" I sighed.
"So..?" he asked.
"So, tell me why you've been treating Miley this way all these years!" I said.
Miley's Point Of View:
I felt stupid for crying, for ruining our evening. But Nick had acted as if I wasn't there, as if I didn't matter. I started to wonder, if he really hated me that much, why did he save me life? Before I could ponder anymore, Nick's mom ran into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor. She hugged me tight and told me that she knew Nick had acted as if I wasn't there. Luckily; she didn't know anymore.
"It's okay, Miles." She whispered soothingly.
"But…why does he treat me like that?" I whispered.
"He's a teenage boy, Miles. A lot of stuff is crammed into his boy brain and sometimes, he finds it hard to express how he feels. I know it's confusing, but, Nick's got a girlfriend, Selena, and so, having another girl in his life might be hard for him…I don't know, really. But that's my best explanation" Nick's mom—my second mom—explained.
I thought for a moment…she might be right. It was the best explanation to Nick's weird behaviour. Then, I thought of him and his girlfriend bullying me, and I burst into tears all over again. Denise, Nick's mom, stroked my hair gently, trying her best to settle me down.
Nick's Point Of View:
I felt so guilty. I could hear Miley's sobs from the living room. Joe was ashamed of me, and I knew my mom would be now, too. And my dad. Even Kevin. When me and Miley had been best friends Joe and Kevin had threatened to beat me up if I hurt Miley.
"You're a dumbass, Nick" Joe hissed.
"Okay, okay! No need to remind me, Joe! There's a lot of things I'm thinking about right now, and you're not making it any easier!" I spat.
"What you thinking about Nick, about how much of a jerk and bully you are?" he hissed again.
"Shut up, Joe!" I yelled.
Joe sighed and rested back in his chair, "You know what you've got to do, Nick. It's just your decision whether you do it or not".
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
"What I'm talking about is what you should do—hang out with Miley and make her feel better…" Joe said; his tone was serious.
I rubbed my hands against my forehead in confusion. I didn't know what to do; I was completely stuck. But, little did I know, what I was going to do was going to change my life—forever. (A/N:OMG! I'm so sorry about that cheesy bit. Lol. Couldn't resist;))
-The next day; after school-
Miley's Point Of View:
I entered my house slowly. I was so tired of being bullied by Selena, but luckily today she had acted as if I wasn't there, probably because our teachers constantly had an eye on her. I yelled out, "Mom! Dad! Is anybody home?".
Silence.
I was all alone in my house. Mom would get home from work around 7, and dad would get in pretty late as he sings at parties, weddings, and all sorts of celebrations. Tonight, he was singing at his friend's wedding party; so I guessed he'd get in around 11. The air was tense in my house, as if I didn't belong there at that moment. I could feel him creeping back into my mind…how he had treated me yesterday was…wrong. But I strangely wanted to be with him, and then the hole in my heart appeared again and I curled up in a ball on the floor. There I was, crying in the middle of my living room floor thinking about someone who bullied me, treated me like dirt, who was once my best friend. I felt so stupid. I wanted, no, I needed to see him again. I headed for the door, my hand was shaking as I reached for the door knob, and then the doorbell rang. It made me jump awkwardly, I sniffed and tried my best to wipe away my tears. The hole was still there. I opened the door slowly, and he was there. He as in the reason I felt this way. I was pleasantly surprised to see him standing there, with his hands in his pockets and his cheeks flushing.
"Hi" we said in unison.
He itched the back of his neck awkwardly, I smiled a little as his curly brown hair bounced, "I…um…was wondering if you wanted to…um…hang out?" he asked in his velvety smooth voice.
I was 99.9% sure I was dreaming. Nick was standing in my doorway asking to hang out. A million ideas rushed into my head: What if this was just a joke? And when we got to wherever we were 'hanging out' and his friends came and beat me up?
"S-sure" I blurted out.
I didn't care if I came back with a broken bone, at least he was being nice to me, even if he was only acting, for a while. Nick was being nice to me.
"Well…um…do you wanna get your coat?" he asked.
I stood there motionless for a while, not sure what to do. I was to busy trying to read the expression on his face. I was too lost in his eyes to realize he was talking to me. But when the words finally entered my brain and made sense, I nodded and grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger.
"I thought we could…um…go to a fair or something…? Or just go to a café. It's up to you" he said slowly, as we walked to his car.
I was too good at reading him. He was uncomfortable.
"Why are you so uncomfortable?" I asked awkwardly as I stepped into his car.
"How do you know I'm—" cut him off.
"Nick, I know you too well" I told him.
He nodded,
"I forgot how good you are at telling how I really feel."
Nick
fired up the engine of his car. His car was pretty new.
"C-cool car" I said, trying to make conversation.
Nick nodded, "Thanks" he mumbled.
"It smells nice" I blurted out, I cupped my hand over my mouth as I realized how stupid I sounded.
Nick burst out laughing, "Um…thank you" he chuckled.
I forgot how easy it was to talk to him. I think he forgot, too. We just kind of clicked when we were together. However, we didn't talk at school. But being with him alone was the best feeling ever.
"So…where are we going?" I asked, the thought of his friends beating me up creeping into my mind.
"It's up to you" he said, his eyes firmly on the road.
"How about…the beach?" I asked.
"Okay then" he said, pressing down on the accelerator as we approached the highway.
I nodded to myself. I was desperately trying to hide how excited I was.
"Why the beach?" he asked, awkwardly making conversation.
"I don't know…it just brings back some good memories" I replied.
Nick cringed. He was clearly remembering one day when we went to the beach. When we were best friends.
Nick turned the radio on and started to I started to hum along to a song. Nick chuckled.
"WOMANIZER, WOMANIZER, WOMANIZER, WOMANIZER!" I sang happily, just being with him made me feel so different…so fresh, new, and confident.
Nick began to laugh again, I loved his laugh. It made me feel all warm inside.
Both of us soon started to sing along with the Britney song, both of us truly enjoying ourselves.
"CAN'T READ MY CAN'T READ MY NO YOU CAN'T READ MY POKERFACE!" we both sang at the top of our voices.
Before I knew it, we arrived at the beach, I looked at Nick, worn out from our singing. He was going back to his stiff side again, his side were I didn't matter. I stepped out of the car and jumped onto the sand. Nick followed; not so enthusiastic anymore. We walked down the beach in silence. I picked up a rock and attempted to throw it into the ocean. However, it hit Nick on the back. He turned around his face was angry.
"I'm so sorry!" I squeaked.
Nick's lips curved up a little at the side. I smiled a little to.
I giggled as he started to chase after me, but I was too slow. He grabbed my waist and swung me around. I screamed happily, "Let me down!" I begged throw giggles.
"You asked for it!" he laughed.
He flung me on the sand gently I giggled as I looked up at him. He was standing over me smiling triumphantly.
"That's what you get when you mess with Nick Gray!" he chucked, holding out his hand.
I grabbed it and he pulled me up. We were standing close to each other, I looked into his eyes adoringly and sighed happily.
Nick looked away and stepped back from me.
"Ice cream?" he asked, pointing to a little Ice Cream shop.
I nodded and followed him to the shop.
He bought my a strawberry ice cream and bough himself a plain vanilla.
I rummaged in my pockets and felt guilty.
"I'll pay you back on Monday" I promised.
I'd left the house so quickly that I didn't even think about bringing money.
"No, it's okay" he said sternly.
He was turning into Nasty Nick again.
I ate my ice cream silently. Nick checked his watch, "We better go" he said.
"Oh…okay" I frowned.
We stepped into his car. I didn't understand. He was acting as if he didn't want to be here with me, when just 10 minutes ago we'd been having so much fun the rest of the world didn't matter.
"You're mood swings are making me feel funny" I said, looking out the window onto the sunset.
"What mood swings?" he asked angrily.
"Well, we've only been at the beach for half an hour and through that time you acted as if you didn't want me here, and then you acted happy and we had fun. And then you acted all moody again…and here we are" I sighed.
"Well…sorry." He spat.
"No, I'm sorry!" I said quickly, I didn't want to ruin any little trace of hope that we could be friends again.
"What for?!" he asked, his voice was angry.
"I…for making things up. I'm sure you're not having mood swings…maybe it's just me!" I said quickly.
Nick's hands grabbed onto the steering wheel until his knuckles went white.
"Okay…you deserve an explanation" he sighed.
"What about?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Well, Joe told me to hang out with you today. He'd been telling me to for ages, but, I didn't want to. No offence" he said.
"None taken" I lied, wanting to hear more.
"And so…well he kept telling me to and I kept ignoring him. And then I noticed how hurt you were…how…breakable you'd become. I knew someone needed to do something for you…to make you happy. Joe told me that someone was me, but I didn't believe him. I thought Mitchie would fix you. But I was wrong, I guess. So I followed you that night…just to see what I could do. And I…um…saved your life. And then, I kind of felt…protective of you. I know it's stupid. So anyway, my mom invited you over for tea and then I felt weird. Like, it was confusing having you there. Joe had told me that I was the one hurting you…and because I kind of felt…protective of you I didn't, well, want to hurt you. So I didn't want to spend time with you. I'd ignored you for…a few years and, well, you'd gone on with your life and I'd gone on with mine. I didn't want to be involved with you again…it just wasn't right. So, I didn't ask you to go to Selena's because, one) Selena wouldn't want you there, and two) sorry and everything, but I didn't, either. My mind felt like it was going to blow up because all of a sudden I wanted you to be happy. And trust me, I'm not the guy for that. I felt guilty for bullying you and everything…so I made the wrong decision and took you here. To the beach. I mean, you're going to think I'm evil when I say this, but, I regret taking you here now because I know you'll just want more of me; which you can't have. My friends would kill me…I'm stupid and selfish…but I didn't want to see you suffer anymore. But this isn't the best way to do things, Miley. If you want be happy, I'm not your guy." He explained it all, and it made sense… a little. (A/N: Blah. A LOT to take in. AND type ;))
His words had been jumbled up in my head. He felt protective of me? To me, at least, that was a good thing.
"No…you're wrong" I blurted out, "I do want to…hang out with more…but…I…" I didn't know what to say.
Nick had pretty much summed it all up.
"Miley, I'm sorry. Can we just…forget about today?" he asked.
"That's impossible" I sighed, tears forming in my eyes.
"Don't cry, Miley" he said, as we pulled up outside my house.
"I'm…not" I sniffed.
Then I burst into tears.
Nick sat still for a few seconds, not knowing what to do.
In the end, he wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his chest.
"This is why I shouldn't of hung out with you today, Miley. I've caused this…" he mumbled into my hair as he rubbed my back.
I sat up and stopped cry…or at least tried to.
I nodded and whispered, almost unnoticeable: "Goodbye"
