Authors Note; Thanks to NileyFreakk, MissQueenyB, Fallingstar2008, GuestNILEY, Guest, Lola, Guest. Thanks guys! If you have any question just ask me, I'll answer them. Oh, my deepest apologies, it's not as long as normal but I thought I should just put it up anyways haha, leave the party til the next one. *Wink Wink* guys. So enjoy, sorry about any errors, I didn't overlook it. My bad.
Previously;
"How weren't you quick enough?" I gasped, I had been listening to every detail of Mileys' heart breaking story for the past hour as we both sat in the batting cage alone.
"Before I could blink he plunged a knife in me." Miley sobbed, holding onto me as she cried. It completely broke my heart.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered, pulling her into yet another hug.
"I can still hear him whispering that he's sorry, over and over again as he left me to die." Her voice broke as she seemed to be battling away his voice from her mind, "Promise that you won't tell anyone?"
I nodded in response, speechless at what she went through. I just didn't understand how she hid it so well from the rest of the world yet she couldn't seem to hide anything from me.
"Thank you Nick." Miley smiled sadly, placing her forehead on mine, "I knew I could count on you. Only friend I can only truly trust."
There we go again, fucking friend. Fucking bloody brilliant.
Plain Jane; Chapter Eight
9th July.
I heard my phone beep beside me as finished the song I had been writing for the past few hours, I picked it up to see that I had 16 missed calls. Miley. We hadn't talked since that night at the batting cage and no matter how much it killed me not to answer her, I just wanted to hear her angelic voice in my ears and see her beautiful eyes staring into mine. But no, that's not going to happen because of my sort of ex bestfriend. I admit, it felt great to stand up to him for once and actually say what was on my mind at the time but then again I'm too much of a nice guy to keep up this god damn front.
All I wanted to do is apologise and say I was mad, because I was. He wouldn't let me take it back though, he was way too pissed at me going 'against him' which I kind of did. I wasn't out to hurt him, I just want to make sure that this girl ends off with me. I don't want to be her second choice when Joe dumps her but I know I will be, of course I will be. It's Joe and I'm - I'm just plain stupid Nick. But then, then that asshole decided to jump me with two other people; our friends. He actually got people who were supposed to be my friends to jump on me with him, to kick me when I was down, to make sure I never made that mistake of turning my back on him again. He beat me up, he got others to beat me up with him and all he did after was laugh? What kind of fucking 'bestfriend' is that, yeah we fought pretty bad before that but I never expected him to stoop this low. I had to tell my mum that these guys beat me up for my money; I had to lie to my mum because lord knows what she would have done if she knew that Joe had done it: leaving me with two black eyes, a bust lip, a broken arm and a cracked rib. I can't even hold this god damn guitar properly. But this is final, I'm not going to apologise anymore, not now and I am going to become someone, I'll show them to not mess with me. The stupid kind-hearted nice guy is over, he got nowhere with girls, with winning anything, with friends. Nothing. I got shit and I'm breaking even, I'm not sitting on the sidelines anymore.
"Nick!" Ugh, she has got to be kidding me.
"What?" I shout back, I kept strumming through the chords that had been stuck in my head these past few days.
"Someones at the door for you! I'll send them up."
"No mum! I said no visitors!" I screeched back.
Brilliant it's going to be Joe, pissed as hell. Ready to beat my ass again. I heard the door creak open, "Joe I don't want to fight with you." I sighed, still strumming away.
"Why are you and Joe fighting?" Mileys voice filled my ears. I needed to act casual, I lifted my head up to catch her staring at me; her eyes filled with panic, "What the hell happened to you!" She ran beside me, grabbing my guitar from my hands and putting it on the floor. I winced at the contact as she pulled the guitar away.
"Geez Miley, be careful." I snapped, shaking my head at her.
She quickly shot up, studying my face, "Who done this?" She asked weakly. I couldn't help myself but chuckle at her, her precious fucking 'boyfriend' that's who.
"Nobody important anymore." I snarled, I had to keep this brave face up. This is my mask for the outside world and for Miley. She can't see me broken.
"When?" She asked weakly, she sat down on the bed beside me.
"What is this? Twenty fucking questions?" I cursed, rubbing the back of my neck. She's making me nervous, the way she's looking at me but she looks just as nervous as me.
"I'm just worried about you Nick.."
"Don't be Miley." I'm softening up, again. Brilliant. Way to go Nick.
"You never answered my calls. You dropped off the face of the earth practically."
"I was busy Mi.." My voice was a lot calmer, silence filled around the room for a few seconds.
"Clearly, you've been cooped up in your bedroom for the past few days ignoring everyone. Even Joe!" Joe! UNFUCKING-BELIEVABLE! "You've been ignoring his calls too!"
"What fucking calls?" I growl, I stood up from my bed; running my hands through my hair in frustration. He hasn't even called me, he hasn't even fucking had the decency to apologise.
"He told me he tried to call you!" She screamed back at me, she joined me in pursuit, standing up to be right in my face.
"No he fucking hasn't! He hasn't showed up, do you see him here? Because I freaking don't. He doesn't give a shit Miley nor does he give a shit about you!" Yup, I've definitely fucked it up now.
"He gives a shit Nicholas! He gives a shit about both of us. He's been asking how you've been lately since you won't talk to him!" Yeah, I wonder why. Maybe because he beat me to a fucking pulp.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I know he cares." Lie Nicholas, lie through your crooked teeth, "Thank you for being here, really. I'm glad you checked up on me. But can we just forget that I look like someone off a horror movie?" I chuckled lightly.
Miley sighed before sitting down on my bed again, "I'm sorry too. You just had me worried, you always answer me back as soon as you can." Maybe because you're the girl for me, would that work?
"Look, I promise I'll start texting you more, ok?" I smile weakly at her, opening my arms as a peace offering.
"Thank you," She smiled brightly at me as she walked into my arms, "I missed you." She whispered, nuzzling into my neck.
I hugged her tight, taking in her scent. I honestly never wanted to let this beauty go. I feel this need to protect her; away from Joe more than anybody else, "Clearly, did you see how many times you've tried to get in touch with me?" I chuckle, "Stalker much?" I joke, smiling into her hair.
"I would be less of a stalker if you answered your freaking phone Nicholas."
"Hey," I pull my face away from her hair, looking at her directly as she looks back at me.
Once our eyes meet it's like a burning sensation in my heart, it sounds crazy but I know that there's a spark. I feel like we're meant to be, me and Miley; against them all. My hands were already cupping her cheeks, our faces were only inches apart. Wait, does she have her eyes closed? I inch myself closer to her; feeling her hot breath tickle my lips. She wants this. Maybe I'm just being stupid though, what if it's just me with these feelings? What if she doesn't feel anything for me at all? What if she's doing this out of pity? Or Joe, what if Joe brought her into this? I drop my hands from flawless face, I take a step back away from her. It takes her a few milliseconds to realise what I've done and she quickly snaps her eyes open, disappointment filled her oceans before she glazed it away.
"Sorry.." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.
She flashes me a wry smile, "You didn't do anything wrong silly," She laughs, grabbing my guitar, "Have you been working on anything?" She asks, strumming some random chords. She's acting like nothing was ever going to happen between us, like we weren't about to kiss. She's good.
"Nope," I lie, shoving my hands in my pockets, "Be careful with her." I nod my head towards my guitar.
"Is it special to you?" She asks, refuring to my guitar.
"My most priceless possession." I'm nervous, so freaking nervous. I don't want her to break it or do any damage but I can't just snatch it from her hands.
"What's the meaning behind such a beautiful thing?" She asks me, well I could ask her the same question but about herself.
"My brother gave it to me.." I mumble, taking a hand from my pocket and rubbing the back of my neck.
"And I'm guessing he doesn't live here since I haven't seen him around." Miley replies cooly, still not look up at me.
She wants me to tell her about him, why this guitar is so important. I feel the more need to because she told me about her scar, like I'm supposed to tell her something personal to me. "He went away, went into the army to be precise. He gave me her before he left, it was his guitar and he wanted me to have it as a reminder of him," Oh shit, I could feel the tears brim up in my eyes. Seriously Nick, you don't cry. Not anymore, "H-he told me he'll c-come b-back for it," She noticed me blubbering, she had already placed the guitar down before walking over to me, squeezing me into her most comforting hug, "He w-was supposed to c-come back for it l-last year and he never did," I paused for a few seconds, "He died a hero, that's what everyone told me."
"I'm always here for you." Miley whispers in my ear, running her hands through my shit curly hair.
She can't see me like this, she'll think I'm weak and vulnerable, "Could you just go," I ask, shaking my head away from her hands, "I want to be alone." I murmur, she looks at me hesitant for a few seconds before nodding.
Died a fucking hero my ass, he should be here. Growing old, starting a family, seeing his parents and his sister and me. He needs to be here to get his guitar back, to write songs and become big just like he always dreamed of. Yeah he fought for our country, but who fought for him? He deserved a better way then to die without being surrounded by his family back home.
BEEP.
Brilliant, Miley has literally just left me and she's already texting me. I grab my phone from my desk to read it.
'Party at Joe's tonight, you in?x' It was from Amanda, some girl Joe's already fucked. Why do they always keep hanging on? Maybe I should go, this could be like the coming out party for the new Nick. To show everyone my game face. To show Joe that I won't stand back anymore, I'll fight.
'Sure, the same time as always?x'
'Always bbe x' Ugh, babe. I hate that word.
Guess I'll be seeing Joe tonight, he won't be expecting me to show and plus, I left my dog tags and my song book in his room from the last time we were practising together. I'll need to retrieve them.
