Miley's POV:
I woke up the next morning with the sun shining in my face. I looked over to the other side of the bed to see Mitchie slumped, hugging a pillow close to her bulging tummy. I sighed; I hated doing this to her and Joe. This is my problem, they shouldn't be getting hurt because of it.
And Nick… Oh Nick. What could I possibly do to make things better for him?
"Hey." I turned around to see Mitchie standing there, rubbing her eyes. I motioned for her to sit beside me, which she did. I smiled slightly, not knowing what to say.
"Coffee?" I offered, finally coming up with something to say. She nodded and I stood up and walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee for her and walking back out. "Here you go," I handed it to her and she graciously accepted.
Silence enveloped us, and I found myself wishing dad was home; singing those silly songs of his while he messed around in the backyard. But, no, the only time I needed him to do that, he was out.
"You gotta talk to Joe." I blurted out all of a sudden. Mitchie looked up at me in surprise, "But-" I cut her off before she could continue, "No buts, Mitch. I can't live with myself knowing that I'm the reason that two of my best friends are fighting 'cause of me. I mean, you're pregnant, Mitchie. You need Joe!"
"No, I don't." she mumbled. I shook my head. Standing up and swiftly taking her mug and placing it on the table, then taking both her hands and pulling her up. She started to whine and I shushed her. "You are going to talk to him, and you are going to make up with him. And you will accept whatever he says about me, no matter how harsh. You get that?"
"Yeah, but I-"
"Good." I replied in a tone that said 'end-of-conversation'.
I remember when we kissed…
I still feel it on my lips.
The time that you danced with me…
With no music playing.
I remember the simple things;
I remember till I cry.
But the one thing I wish I'd forget,
The memory I wanna forget.
…Is good bye…
I stopped singing and quickly wiped off the silent tear that had slid down my cheek as soon as I heard footsteps outside my 'music room' that consisted of a few guitars, an old piano that had belonged to my great-grandpa and an antique table and chair on which I currently sat at. It was not much, but I had built it when I had been nine years of age. This was my comfort place.
I looked up to see Mitchie at the door, freshly showered and glowing without meaning to, pregnancy did that to her. I sighed; I had dreamed of growing up and getting married to Nick, making beautiful babies with him; having a family and growing old with them by my side. I guess all that had been wishful thinking.
"I heard a few bits of it. I think it's beautiful." She said, smiling slightly, almost sympathetically. I nodded, slipping the guitar off my shoulder and returning it to its stand. I picked up the little songbook of mine that I had been scribbling the song on, and slipped it into my pocket.
"Good luck with Joe." I told her, leaning over and giving her a hug. She nodded as I pulled away. I gave her an extra squeeze to let her know that I was fine; which I guess, in truth, I wasn't.
Nick's POV:
It has been three weeks since the horrendous break-up. And it still seems surreal. I lay in bed, thinking about how weird I had been feeling since Miley left.
Miley… Oh, how I miss her. Everywhere I walked in this apartment, her beautiful face kept popping into my mind.
If I walked into the kitchen, I'd remember how she'd attempted to cook me a home-cooked meal and it had turned out to be a disaster, it had ended up with calling up for pizza. The living room, it would be the cheesy movies she made watch, which did manage to make me cry, just a little bit, but I would never admit that to her. The music room, the room closest to both our hearts, would remind me of how we would sing to each other whenever we had the time. And the bedroom… Oh god, the bedroom…
I couldn't help keep the little smile that formed on my face. I had never before felt for a girl what I'd felt for Miley, and I knew for a fact that I wouldn't. She was like a dream come true, a fantasy. And I guess good things don't last forever.
I forced myself out of the bed and walked into the living room, a scattered mess of pizza and take-out dinner boxes, a few t-shirts and my guitar along with my notebook lay on the floor. I shook my head, Miley would never have let me live like this.
I decided it was time to move on with my life. I haven't left the apartment in three freaking weeks. It's time I at least did something productive. Maybe I'll go in the studio today and work on some songs, or maybe I'll go visit my brother or my parents, or go grocery shopping… yeah, that could work.
I showered at an excruciatingly slow pace, wanting the day to go by as fast as possible so I could go back to bed. When I was finally finished, I picked up my car keys, practiced smiling in the mirror, you know, in case I had to; and finally headed out.
I spent about two hours at the grocery store, I would have spent more time there but the clerk started giving me the stink-eye. I checked my stuff out, and paid for it. Then I chose to head home, deciding that my parents or brother would have too many questions to ask that I wouldn't be able to answer, and the studio didn't sound so appealing anymore.
Maybe I could make myself a gourmet dinner… yeah, right. I was surprised to find myself backing into the garage so soon. I got out of the car and opened the truck and got out all the shopping bags, wow, I hadn't realized I'd got so many. I wrestled with the keys to lock it and when I finally had, I made my way to the lift.
The 'ding!' signaled that I was on my floor, and I got out. I tried to get the apartment keys as I walked, only to collide with someone due to my not looking up. "Oof!" I dropped my bags as the contents spilled to the floor.
I looked up to see a pretty brunette standing there, looking worriedly down; I guessed she was about my age. "I'm so sorry." I apologized my clumsiness and she finally looked up. "It's—Nick? Nick Gray?"
Oh god, I hope she isn't another crazy fan. I nodded nonchalantly. "I'm Selena. Don't you remember me?" "Um… should I?" I replied unsurely. She laughed, "I guess not since you're now a big rock star and all— kidding," She added when she saw my expression, "Um, I lived next your grandma's in Texas…?"
"Oh… Hi! It's been so long." She smiled and nodded, "Uh-huh." "How have you been?" I asked as we both bent down to pick up the mess my stuff had made. "I'm fine… You? Although I shouldn't be asking that since you're always all over the magazines and stuff." I laughed.
We stood up, having finally gathered my stuff, "So what are you doing here?" "I just moved in. My parents finally let me move out of the house," she explained with a roll of the eye. I laughed, "That's cool. I live here too." "I know. Maybe we'll run into each other again? I mean, not literally. But, you know…"
I nodded and smiled, "Sure. See you around."
"See you around."
Miley's POV:
Suddenly I woke up, snapping out of a weird dream where me and my dog were being chased my horses, I've always been the one with weird dreams, Nick always used to make fun of me about that.
I dashed to the bathroom, my hand covering my mouth. As soon as I made it to the sink, I began emptying the contents of my stomach. I groaned when I saw the gruesome stuff and quickly opened the tap and flushed it away.
After having brushed my teeth, I walked out of the bathroom and collapsed on the bed, exhausted already. I groaned, thinking of the rest of the day ahead. I had to go in for recording today, but my body was strongly denying anything productive, I didn't think I'd make it.
After an hour or so, I woke up again; I hadn't realized I had dozed off. I sleepily rubbed my eyes. I sighed, wishing now more than ever that Nick was with me so he'd argue with me until I gave in and promised to stay home since I wasn't feeling well.
But he wasn't… and I have GOT to stop doing this.
I debated on calling up Mitchie and asking her to come over, but decided against it. I hesitantly dragged myself out of bed and into my closet where I forced myself to get dressed. I ran a brush across my hair and pulled it up to a pony tail; I really didn't feel like dealing with it at the moment.
I grabbed my keys on my way out. "Where are you going, bud?" my dad called from the backyard where he was fixing something. "To the studio." I called out and continued my way.
I remembered that I hadn't had anything for breakfast as my stomach started to growl, and I knew that I was already late and my manager would be pissed. But I decided to grab a quick bite on my way; I ended up having twice the amount of food I usually would have for breakfast, I hadn't realized I was that hungry.
A/N: Hello. How are you guys doing? I know, I know. I suck at updating and I always have reasons. Just like right now, but I'm not gonna bother you guys with them.
So, hope you liked it. I know there must be a million mistakes, I'm writing this in such a hurry. Sorry for any mistakes.
And I have something to say to some people, 'If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything.' At least that was what I was taught.
And on a brighter note, thank you for all those who voted for 'Cold As You' at the NJK awards. It won two-three? awards! I was soooo shocked. I love you guys for that. (:
P.S. Review, please. :D (I'll try updating faster. I know I always say that, but I am trying. I swear!)
...Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :D
