Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Hannah Montana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Hannah Montana.
Man, this room on the tour bus was strangely depressing. It didn't set that mood. The walls were covered in a million pictures of Hannah and Lola, with various celebrities. My favorite, of course, was the one of Orlando Bloom and I. Miley said the only reason he agreed to take it was so that I'd leave him alone, but I don't believe her. I have no reason to…do I? These were happy pictures. Pictures that mirrored my life…my once happy, uncomplicated life.
Bah, I'm getting off topic. I guess the reason it's so depressing is because it's reflecting how I feel. Yep, I was miserable. Wondering why? Well, it's because I discovered something about myself.
I'm a horrible person. I know it doesn't come as a shock to many, but it definitely was one to me. I mean, I'm sarcastic all the time…people know that's just my personality. But because my sarcasm had fooled with Nick's heart, I felt like a monster. I didn't like him like that; I hardly liked him at all before.
I guess I had an epiphany—wow, this early. I'm only sixteen, so to have an epiphany this early in my life must mean I have a major psychological make-over to do. Sighing, I got off my bed and promptly stumbled into the doorway. Unfortunately enough, these were the kind of doors that pushed out into the hallway, not in towards the room. So, as you can probably assume, I went flying through the door (flying may be an exaggeration, but it was not in any way graceful) and into the hallway wall.
It was nothing out of the ordinary for me, but when I looked towards the front, I noticed two out of four of the Jonas Brothers. Yeah, Nick and Joe were looking at me, and I could tell that they were desperately trying not to laugh. I nonchalantly fixed my wig, knowing it would just look like I was smoothing out my hair instead of tucking strands of blonde back under black.
"Hey, guys," I said breathlessly.
"Hi, Lola," Joe said, but not after snorting loudly.
"What brings you here?" I asked, trying to ignore their laughter—which was slowly getting more apparent.
"We were just wondering if we could hang out here," Nick answered. "Kevin wants to go look at cars for some reason, and we just didn't want to go. Uh, are you okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" In fact, my arm and the whole right side of my body hurt like crazy.
"Well…you're bleeding," Nick said. He gently touched the corner of my mouth and rubbed it. Then he moved his hand back, showing me his finger, slightly covered in red.
"Oh," I said, surprised. I hadn't even realized.
"That was the funniest collision ever!" Joe broke in, his laughter taking over his body. Both Nick and I turned to him and gave him weird looks.
"Thanks, Joseph," I said, in a false snooty voice. "It's nice to know you care." I tried putting a joking feel on what I said, even though now my lip was starting to throb.
"You were like WOOSH and then you were like SMACK and then you were like OOF!" Joe said, laughing harder still. I grinned at the way he phrased it, but hissed when my lip stung.
"Joe, you're horrible," Nick said. I thought he was just kidding around, but when I looked at him, his eyes were narrowed and his mouth was thin.
"What? Why?" Joe asked. "Nick, that was the funniest thing that has happened all day."
"It's not funny," Nick said. "Lola is hurt."
I was touched, honestly.
WOAH, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
The old me would be disgusted and just laugh it off with Joe…but now I'm getting all emotional that Nick cares?
I miss the old me. This new me was too mushy for my taste, it was like a banana. Still good…but so easy to crush in your fingers. That thought scared me. I was Lilly…Lilly the Great, my dad said. He said if we lived in the times, I'd probably be a tough, strong-willed leader. I didn't let any guy break me. Okay, okay…I know you're probably thinking of Lucas and Matt…but, since then, I've been an unbreakable rock.
Trust me, if you were in my situation, you'd probably be peeing your pants about now. No need to confirm it, I already know, so don't even try to lie to me.
"Come on, Lola, let's take care of that," Nick said, dragging me into the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet, watching him as he grabbed peroxide and a washcloth.
"Can I have a Spiderman band-aid?" I asked. Nick shot me an amused look. "What?"
"You want to put a band-aid on the corner of your lip?" he asked, smirking a little.
"Well, why not?" I shrugged. He just shook his head and laughed.
Nick carefully poured peroxide onto the washcloth and kneeled right next to me. Curse him for being so tall. He warned me that it was going to sting, and pressed the washcloth to my lip.
Sting it did and some of the rancid liquid dripped into my mouth, via the cut. I pushed Nick away a little to spit it out, and then—understandably—scream.
"I told you it would hurt!" Nick said.
"And that was supposed to make it hurt less?" I screeched. "Ow ow ow."
Nick laughed softly, and continued to gingerly clean my cut. It still stung, but it was slowly getting better.
"There, that's done," Nick said. He reached behind his back. "And here you are." He showed off the Spiderman band-aid.
"Yayyy," I squealed like a child. Nick unpeeled the band-aid and placed it on the corner of my lip.
"You look so ridiculous," he said, laughing. I smiled and crossed my arms.
"Maybe I do," I said. "But I'm still so much cooler than you'll ever be."
Nick stared at me, with an amused look on his face. I looked back, fighting hard to keep a straight face.
"You know, you remind me of Lilly," Nick said. My stomach dropped. He couldn't know…there was no possible way…
"What makes you say that?" I asked, my voice cracking in the middle of the question.
"Well, your attitude," Nick said. I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't made the connection of our looks. "You're crazy and sarcastic and out there…so is Lilly."
"Yeah, but there is a difference," I said.
"What's that?" Nick asked.
"I'm actually your friend."
A/N: Can I apologize ENOUGH for the wait? I'm really sorry, guys. My life is getting pretty hectic but I promise you I will start getting better at updating!
Oh, and One Degree will probably be updated tomorrow...I'm working on it right now.
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-Caley.
