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I had Nick back now and I was content with my relationship with him. We were together and that was that, end of story. We weren't planning on pushing it this time; we weren't going to get sick of each other.
Last time, we spent all of our free time together. I think because of that it made him distance himself and fall into the arms of the worst person to fall to. We needed some breathing room but neither of us wanted to admit that.
Looking back now, I wouldn't have changed anything because if I had, I wouldn't have learned this extremely valuable information. You live and you learn.
Now that I had all of that in the past I had to focus on more important things like helping Taylor recover from her relationship and finding my Joe, not this artificial one the world has made. Now that I had Nick on my side it could be easier.
I sat on the bench in the park with a notepad and a pen. I closed my eyes and let the words flow throughout my head. By time I had opened my eyes, the words had escaped from my head and the paper remained blank.
I had every word I wanted stored somewhere inside this decent-sized brain of mine. But they were playing hide-and-go-seek with me. Evil little bastards.
I just wanted this one song. It wasn't really much to ask of myself. Two verses, a chorus and a bridge. That's all I needed. I needed this song to balance out my thoughts. The whole song was written for me, I just hadn't found it yet.
My phone lit up next to me and Taylor's face came up on the screen. I sat the notepad down and picked up the phone.
"Are you Miss Swift yet? Or am I still talking to the hermit?" Taylor had let Joe get to her and I didn't like that. I also despised the fact she was broken. I didn't like seeing my friends broken or sad.
"Hermit." She murmured. She sounded drained again, un-Taylor-ish. I missed hearing her bubbly, contagiously happy voice.
"Well what are you doing?" Every time she called I tried to be extremely sickening nice even if I was having a very bad day. It was about her at the moment, not myself.
"Playing with a kaleidoscope; you'd think the colors would make me feel less shitty." Taylor sighed. "My life feels like a kaleidoscope sometimes; mixed up in the eye of someone, completely misunderstood. Yet my life looks so different to different people. Completely like a kaleidoscope."
She sounded so down and un-Taylor. It was painful to even talk to her because I knew she was dying on the other end. I used to look at her and see everything I wanted to be. Now I can't even look at her without crying.
One of my best friends was so broken and I could even come close to understand how to help. The only smart idea finally popped into my head and I decided to go with it.
"Tay, I love you. Okay? I've gotta go, but I promise, I'll call you back." I gathered my things.
"Alright, I love you too. I'm holding you to that promise." Taylor laughed. I hung up and I ran home, clutching my notepad.
When I got home I ran inside and put my things on the piano. I started to bang on the keys a little, playing with a few chords and notes. I got a steady rhythm and the lyrics trapped in my head came out onto the paper, finally.
"Everybody needs inspiration," I hummed, "everybody needs a song." I wrote down the lyrics as I sang them. "Everybody needs a- everybody needs a turn? No, no." I scratched out the lyrics I just wrote down and started again.
"A beautiful melody when the nights are slow? No, no, no. Long, yeah, long." I talked to myself a lot in the song writing process. I could tell this was going to be a song to remember.
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"Yeah when my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up the dark, that's when I, I, I look at you." I sang along as I played my new song on the piano. I titled it "When I Look At You" and it was written for Taylor.
"When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore, that's when I, I, I look at you, yeah."
"You appear just like a dream to me. Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me, all I need, every breath that I breathe. Don't you know you're beautiful?"
I repeated the chorus and finished the song, pleased with what I had made of it. I picked up the phone, smiling. "Well, did you like it?" I could hear Taylor in the background blowing her nose.
"Miley Ray Cyrus I love you with everything in me. You are the best little sister anyone could ever ask for and I wish I was there right now to tackle-hug you. Screw Joe. He can go suck his girlfriend's she-dick." I had to take that last part in again.
I died laughing. "You're over him!?" I exclaimed. I prayed she'd say yes, oh if only she would…
"Yes. Yes, I am. I'm over him and no matter how much he begs, if he ever does, he can kiss my ass because personally, I don't give a flying rat's booty about him." Taylor sounded like my Taylor again. The bubbly, matter-of-fact, sarcastic big sister I had always known.
"Look kid, I've gotta go, sound check for that one charity event. Thank you for making me feel better. I'll talk to you soon. Bye hun." The phone went dead. The second I hung up, it started ringing again… but I had a different ringtone.
My ringtone, "Fingerprints" by Katy Perry had turned into "Birthday Sex" by Jeremiah. "BRASION!!!" I screamed so loud it hurt my own ears. "STOP FUCKING WITH MY PHONE YOU IDIOITIC LITTLE SHIT HEAD OF A RODENT!!!"
I looked at the caller ID and of course, he had only changed the ringtone for Nick. "Hi." I sighed, getting up from the piano and walking around in a circle.
"Hey. I'm just going to spit it out. Miles, I haven't told my family we're back together, they just think they're going to be meeting my girlfriend tonight at dinner and…" Nick trialed off and my jaw dropped.
"Nick!" I whined, "Why wouldn't you tell them? It's been almost a month. What, they think you're not with me? You're just with some mystery girl?"
"Pretty much. Miley I'm sorry. Let me explain. They think you were the bad guy in our situation because I was an ass and told them untrue things. So my parents sort of… don't know I cheated on you. I'm sorry." I huffed and tried to stay calm, as pissed as I was.
"What time is dinner?" I sighed. So I guess this was my warm welcome back to the Jonas family.
A/N: I am so sorry. Do you guys hate me? I haven't had internet for a couple weeks and my life has been insane. I'm never doing this to you again. I love you!
