Hey readers, hope you like this one. I know i've hadn't updated Blame It On The Party, but the thing is - i don't really have ideas for it. I'm in a kind of "writers block" about it. So, even though i wrote this, i don't really think is that good. Still - hope you enjoy it and review (:


"I just can't win here" I said, gently, while sitting on the tip of bed, after breakfast "if i say yes, Nick, i'll make my mom sad"

"But if you say no..."

"If I say no" my head just fell on my hands "i'll be the one sad. I don't know what to do"

Then someone knocked on the door. I realized, by the tone of voice, that it was Mr. Jonas. He seemed happy and excited, and his words were pushing me outside of the door, a bit curious. My mother was holding a little key, while putting it on the door in front. Then she turned it and opened, and from inside i saw this beautiful bedroom, designed in such pink and black colors. A black fluffy rug was near the bed, a little white desk rested in the corner and two pink cortains covered the window with an amazing view.

"It's your room, Miley" Mr. Jonas, or as now i should treat him - dad - pointed at the room, leading me in "You can move your stuff and... hope you like it" I heard my mom cough, but i didn't said a word "it was your mother who designed"

"Oh, ok. Thanks" I said, not paying attention at her and rushing towards the old, shared, room to pick up my stuff.

"We should get going Leticia, to work"

"Ok. Bye Miley, bye Nick"

And they left.

Nick helped me transport my cloths, by stacking them on the bed. Then he stopped by the white door and waited for me to respond. Let's say, i just didn't.

"How do you like your room?"

"It's cool"

"Really?"

"Yeah" I smiled, but then put on a serious face "Do you have something to say or are you just going to stand there like a statue?"

"Answer me"

"What?" for me it was like someone was asking me if i preferred to die or to be killed. It's a bit confusing, they look the same, but if you look closer, you see a lot of differences.

"Answer!"

After he yelled, i didn't know what to do. He wasn't mad - he was sad. Or at least i thought. With my hands on the door, i tried to close it, but my strengths were none. He stranded there, waiting for the nonexistent word. With his hands on the pockets of his shorts and his eyes shouting for an "yes".

"I...I...I..." as i started to close it, my face went from exciting to sad "i'm sorry" and after closing it for good, i leaned against the door, sliding towards the ground, in tears "i'm so sorry, nick" i whispered, taking my hair out of my pony tail and covering my reddish eyes.

"Is... is it a no?" he said, a bit confused "Miley?" yet, i didn't answered. He could only hear my breath and my constant sobbing "I understand. Bye" and his steps were getting lower, ending with a strong noice of the door downstairs closing, flooting with anger "Sister"

Did i do the right thing? Will i regret this? I hope i don't.

Will Miley be strong about her answer? Or will she regret it and say "yes"?

I'm kinda bored today, so i'll leave you a question:

what's your favorite subject in school?

It's all, see ya

peace & love, stupidwords