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I'm a jerk. I know. lol sigh Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! No amount of 'sorry's can take place of this. Lol. But anyway, okay my excuse is reasonable. I think haha. Broken computer!! Poo. I know, my computer's retarded. Ugh. It's slow, too. But I've gotten used to it…
ANYWAY, this chapter is NOT that great. It's really rushed, in my opinion. I'm so much prouder of the last chapter, that this chapter just couldn't follow it! Haha. But yeah, I ALSO noticed that Miley is WEAK. In my opinion, at least. She should be more BA and stuff. So yeah, I'm going to try to make her more like that lol.
And I will try very, very hard to update The Clique (Or click… Wow, I'm such a bad author I forgot the name o.o) Between Us soon!! I love that story, I do. :) But yeah, I wrote some of the chapter already, but it sucks AAAAASSSSSS! So, I need to get rid of it. Sorry, I was in a very big 'I love lyrics' thing and I kept writing song lyrics in it. Lol..
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Paul's POV
I impatiently tapped my foot on the porch I knew so well. What was taking so long? Finally, the face of the woman I loved so much appeared and shock was written all over it.
"Paul! You're back!"
We'd communicated, yes, just not face to face. I thought she told me everything going on, but apparently not. "Why didn't you tell me?!" I walked past her, running my hands through my hair.
"Tell you wh-"
"Hey, Mom, look-" The little boy stopped when he saw me. "Who's this?"
"Are- are you Frankie?"
Denise didn't say anything and Frankie suspiciously nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"I'm your father."
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"He better be mine," I grudgingly crossed my arms at Denise.
She rolled her eyes, folding another pair of clothes. "He is."
I let out an exhausted sigh, leaning over and resting my elbows on the drier. "I can't believe you'd keep this from me! And for the- what- the last six years?!"
She stopped and turned to me, "Seven. But how long did it take you until you told me about your job, huh? How long until you told me you were the owner of a spy corporation, Paul?!"
I let out a breath, walking over to a chair and taking a seat, "10. But- but really? When were you planning to tell me?" Really. It hurt knowing that my wife kept a son from me.
Her eyes softened at my voice and she sat down in a seat next to me, "I don't know. Probably next year? I wanted to tell you, I did. It just…"
"And I found out through one of my spies. My gosh, Denise!"
Her eyes hardened again, "If you weren't part of a spy corp. we wouldn't have the problem in the first place; my sons wouldn't be being stalked right now! Maybe, it was a good idea that I kept Frankie from you, because he's the only one that's safe!" When she raised her voice, I couldn't help but feel threatened. I love her, I do. And she's one of the only people to make me feel intimidated. But well, that's probably part of the reason I love her.
It's nice to have someone that can take charge of you. Someone strong. But she gave me my times and I gave her hers. (A/N lol am I the only one seeing a resemblance between Shiley and Paul and Denise's relationship? You know, other than the fact that Shiley isn't official….)
"Honey-" My sentence was interrupted by my phone ringing. I shot her an apologetic look that made her sigh and get back to folding the clothes. "Hello?" I said seriously, getting up and walking into the room I hadn't entered in a long while- me and Denise's room.
"Paul!" I heard the girls exclaim in… fear?
"What's wrong?!"
"Miley. She was fired."
I almost dropped my phone in shock. She was- she- what? How? "How?!"
"That stupid man you put in charge? You just had to go on saying he'd get to be you. Yeah, well, you would've never fired her, but this new you did!" Lilly yelled into the phone.
"He what?! Mr. Barnes?! Tony?!" I was shocked.
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Shane's POV
Miley had begged me to leave her alone, so I had to oblige. And now I'm… well…
"Hey, Baby!" The beautiful blond girl smiled up at me once she opened the door.
Smiling, I hugged her. "Hey, Stacy."
"How've you been?" She questioned as we entered her house.
"So many things have come up," I huffed, running my hands through my hair. I felt my heart twinge when I saw Miley's broken face flash in my mind.
"Hey, it'll be alright," Stacy softly said, rubbing my back as we sat on her bed.
Okay, so maybe you're all wondering who Stacy is… Well, she's my girlfriend. Yeah, I know, what?! Well, we have an open relationship. Kind of. Like I'd still call her my girlfriend and all. And I'm her boyfriend. We've dated for the past three years. Not many people know, though…
She lives here and around my neighborhood at home. It was harder for our relationship, because she moved from here to there all the time, but my feelings haven't changed much, I don't think. But things have started going a little more downhill, since I haven't been with her very much lately.
I just looked away. Her words didn't seem to give me much of a burst of encouragement, like they used to. "No, Babe, it's not."
"Do you want to tell me?"
Staring into her bright blue eyes, I bit my lip. They didn't make much of an impact like before. Or well, maybe they did. But in her blue eyes all I could see were… Miley's eyes. I tensed. Miley. I couldn't tell her about Miley… "N- no. It's fine…"
Giving me a confused look, she nodded and sat against the couch, "Baby, I've missed you so much. We don't hang out a lot anymore! Last time you came… well, I don't know. You said no one knew where you were."
I thought back to that day. It was the day that Miley and the girls told us about… well, who they really were. I stormed off, and the only place I could think of was to go to Stacy's house. But is that a problem? She's my girlfriend. I left after a while, feeling kind of guilty that I just left without hearing any explanation. And if I could recall, when I got back, my heart practically broke at the sight of Miley looking so vulnerable and… I don't know. Broken!
"Yeah…"
Stacy was going to open her mouth, when Nate called. "Hello?"
Nate: Man! You know how Barnes fired Miley?
The name Barnes made my eyes darken, but Miley's name made me feel better…
Me: Yeah?
Nate: Dad's going to try to get here sooner to fix everything! But we're not sure when. Where are you and Miley?
I glanced at Stacy, biting my lip. The guys knew Stacy and I had a thing back then, but they probably didn't know we were still going out.
Me: Oh, well, I'm just driving around, getting to know my surroundings more.
Smiling at my excuse, I loosened up, Stacy staring at me intently.
Nate: Where's Miles?
Me: I'll be back, okay? Just maybe in a few hours or something.
Nate: No! Dude, what the hell?! Miley just got fired from practically most of her life, and you're just going to go around wasting gas and money?!
I winced at Nate's loud voice, but replied anyway.
Me: It's fine, Man. This is something I need to do. She'll be fine.
Nate: Whatever, Dude. If you'd rather be a selfish asshole, rather than care for Miley, it's your loss when you lose her trust.
I didn't believe him. Or I didn't want to. So, instead, I hung up.
"Hey, what was that about?" Stacy smiled up at me.
"Nate… he was wondering where I was."
"Who's 'she'?" Her eyes slightly narrowed and jealousy shadowed her expression.
"It's just-" I cut myself off, shaking my head, "Can we not talk about it? Just trust me, you don't have to worry about anything. Let's just…" I leaned down and softly kissed Stacy's perfect lips- her smiling into the kiss.
"Okay," she blushed, making her look cute. (A/N I hope you guys realize I'm practically choking myself as I write this. It disgusts me… So don't even think I'm enjoying it -_- lol)
I placed soft kisses all over her face and she giggled a little, "Shaney, what are you doing?"
Smiling, I tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear, then forcefully kissed her. I knew she was enjoying it, and I was too, so I ran my tongue across her bottom lip. She happily obliged and I felt around her mouth. There was something about Stacy. She was perfect, really.
Smart, funny, pretty, understanding. Oh, and did I mention hot? Once we pulled away to breath, I scanned over her expression. I couldn't read her.
"You have no idea how much I missed you. I love you so much," She panted.
"I love you, too," I breathed, as she sat down on my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist and her hands playing with my hair.
She removed one of her hands from my hair and began to stroke my thigh, turning me on. "You're so perfect," I mumbled, watching as she contemplated what to do.
"Mm."
She squeezed herself tighter around me, all her curves touching me. I bit my lip as lust filled her eyes and as she moved around a little more on my lap, I had to contain myself from doing something I shouldn't. Slowly leaning down, she began to slowly make out with me. When I began to kiss back, she pulled away.
"Do you want to go to my room?"
I'm not going to go too far. I'll stop myself before anything happens. Nodding, I lifted her and hurried up the stairs. I was about to gently lay her on the bed when she put a little more pressure into me, making me fall over on the bed. I didn't even get a breath before she enveloped me with kisses. My thoughts just blanked. What was I doing?
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Lilly's POV
I nervously played with my hands. All of us besides Shane and Miley were sitting in back of the PA in a circle on the grass. We had no idea where Miley was, but she couldn't have done anything and nothing could've happened to her, right?
Nate was calming Alex and Jake was rubbing Mitchie's back. Jason was lightly joking with Maddie to get her mind off of everything, Sam had unwillingly went to practice with her band, and I was just sitting by Oliver, who kept glancing at me.
"Stop looking at me," I scowled, looking back at him after he glanced for about the 500th time.
"Sorry… You know everything will be okay, right?" He smiled softly.
"I hope you're right, Ollie," I muttered, leaning against him for support and setting my head on his shoulder.
"Hey."
Everyone's head snapped up to see Miley glumly sitting on a bench in back of me. "Hey! How are you?"
She shrugged, bringing her legs up to cross them and leaning her elbows on her knees to support her head as it laid in her palms. Nate sighed, "Do you know where Shane is?"
Her face became alert for a second, but she quickly covered it, shaking her head, "No… Why?"
"He said he was driving around. And well, he isn't one of those guys to enjoy driving as much. So he was obviously lying," Jake explained.
She looked around the area as if he'd be hiding behind a bush, but then sagged her shoulders again. "Tony took away all my gadget stuff. Like my bracelet and-"
"He what?!" Maddie's jaw dropped.
"Dude, he can't do that!" Mitchie exclaimed, raising her arms up.
"He can. Remember what Paul said? Barnes is Paul for… however long the real Paul is gone," Miley dryly said.
"Oh! Yeah, we called him. He's going to try to rush the business," I informed Miley.
"I don't want to have to make him rush," Miley murmured, looking down, "I can survive without this place for a while…"
"You don't have any money to buy a house, car, apartment, or even food."
"I'll live on the streets," She calmly spoke. I didn't get her. Miley could be so calm at a time like this. It was something I admired about her, but she said she admired the fact that I wasn't afraid to express my emotions. "The one thing he didn't take is my skill. Well, and my phone."
"No, you're not living on the streets," Nate strictly said.
"Guys, really, it's-"
"Everything will be fine. We'll work it all out and you'll get everything back. Things will be back to normal in no time!" Oliver grinned.
"Yeah, and just to get our minds off of all this, let's go to eat!" I offered, standing. But I didn't miss the disappointed look on Oliver's face when I detached myself from him.
Everyone happily agreed and Miley sighed, giving in with a smile. I grinned, hooking arms with her and we decided we'd just walk there.
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After eating, we'd come back to the PA and now we're playing four square in front. Miley was the reigning king. Everything was going great. Nothing negative had passed any of our minds, and we were all just laughing and taunting each other as we played. Suddenly, the sound of girly laughter hit our ears along with… Shane's laugh?
Whipping our heads to the right, there was Shane and some random blond chick. "Who's that?" I whispered to Mitchie.
Mitchie shrugged, staring at them. No one spoke a word but them- who hadn't noticed us, yet.
Then, randomly, the guys ran up to the girl and hugged her. Jealousy tinted on all of us girls' faces. Laughter and happy greetings enveloped the air, and Shane darted his eyes to Miley. Oh, no…
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Miley's POV
What was going on? It started with all of us finally having fun and ended with us girls being jealous and Shane with a pretty blond girl. Funny how things could change so quickly. Shane was staring at me, panic in his eyes.
The girls and I just watched the guys and the girl as they all communicated, talking about bits of their past or something. Who was she? Alex and I shared a confused look, but when I focused on Shane and the girl, I noticed she was hanging onto him, her arms wrapped around him. Biting my lip, I walked to stand by the girls who were still in the line to get into the four square game that was probably over, now.
Eventually, everyone remembered us and began to introduce. "Girls, this is Stacy Haze. We grew up with her since… well, as long as we can remember! Introduce yourselves?"
I just had to be first. Stacy smiled at me, but I could see the coldness in her eyes. It might've been my imagination, but I really don't know. "I'm Miley Stewart."
"Oh, pretty girl." It didn't sound very sincere and as she looked me up and down, her face looking a bit disturbed. I looked around to see if anyone else noticed, and saw the girls staring at her like 'What-the-hell' and the guys just beaming as if she was a prize.
We went on down the line and when we finished, Shane spoke up, "So what were you guys doing before Stace and I got here?"
"Oh, we were playing four square. Miley was doing really wel-"
"Oh, I'm so good at that! I'm, like, almost always the king!" Stacy gloated.
I knew everyone's eyes either darted to me or they looked at me from their peripheral vision, but Stacy and Shane didn't seem to notice. Stacy smiled triumphantly as she strutted to the king square, taking the ball from my hands. The girls and I exchanged looks filled with different emotions, mostly ranging from annoyed to 'she's-a-bitch'.
The guys, though, just got in line to play. I glanced back at the girls and headed inside, them following behind. And what made me angrier was the fact that no one even noticed.
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Everyone was now sitting in our room- the girl room. Well, wait, not our room anymore. Their room. Oh yeah, and by everyone, I mean Stacy, as well. Could this day get any worse? Really? It was pretty much past midnight, now, too.
So much had happened. Camilla and Justin, almost dying, getting fired, seeing this random girl with Shane. What are they, exactly? I didn't want to ask. I didn't even want to look at either of them. But from when I saw before, it seemed they were pretty cozy. I can't believe this.
The guys were laughing with Stacy, sometimes talking with us, even. But I didn't say anything. And the only people that caught that were my girls. Sam was back, too. And she… well, she didn't seem happy, either. Stacy- She was a singer, dancer, guitar player, athlete- she was everything. I mean everything. Except maybe a spy. But who knows, with everything she does, she could be the president in disguise for all I know.
I had suddenly had enough with this. Stacy and Shane were sitting way too close, holding hands. I hated this feeling. But, hey, maybe they were… cousins? Okay, changed my mind. Now they're kissing. Clenching and unclenching my fists, I looked away. And when I looked away, the time met my eyes. 1:09.
"I guess I should go, now."
That got everyone's attention. "What?" Sam alertly questioned.
I wanted to cry, but wore a uninterested mask of emotion, "I should leave."
"What- why?" Jake's eyes were wide, along with a lot of others'.
"Do you really want me to replay everything that's happened?" I didn't want this to happen, but my voice cracked. A sign that I needed to cry. Damnit.
Oliver and Lilly got up to hug me, but I shook my head and stepped back, "I- I'll keep in touch. Tell me if Paul comes."
And before anyone could object, I ran straight out of the building, confusing all the workers I passed.
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Lilly's POV
"Wh-" I was about to run to stop her, but Oliver held me back.
"She'll be okay. She's Miley."
"No!" I cried, turning to him, then switching my gaze to everyone, who looked startled at my outburst. "That means nothing! I'm not letting one of my best friends sleep in the streets! Not now, and not ever! Unless… Well, I mean, unless it's for… you know."
Saying we were spies in front of Stacy still was uncomfortable. But the guys absolutely blurted it out to her. Apparently, they trust her that much. They didn't even ask for our permission. I was really hating this.
"I'm coming with you," Mitchie sternly said, standing up, too.
Alex, Sam, and Maddie also stood, but Stacy just let out a bitter laugh, rolling her eyes, "Oh, come on. Are you guys serious? She's such an attention whore."
Everyone gaped. She'd played sweet for too long, apparently. I waited for the guys to say something- we all did- but no one spoke a word. Some looked surprised, some sad, and… some were embarrassed and ashamed. Ashamed to have been friends with Miley. Anger boiled in me and I'm pretty sure the girls felt it too.
But right when Alex was about to open her mouth, I interrupted, "Out."
Now the surprised faces were give to me. "Excuse me?"
"All of you. Get out. This is our room, and you're not welcome. None of you." When no one moved, I repeated louder and colder, "Get. Out!"
They all scrambled out and the girls and I sat down in exhaustion. I ran my hands through my hair, "What are we going to do?"
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Nate's POV
I was so confused. What was going on? Everything seemed like a blur, now. Miley running out, us getting kicked out. What was going on? I stared at Stacy. She's seemed so sweet and innocent. Like our old friend. But when Miley left, what went on? This was so… uncalled for.
"Wait, what just happened?" Jason blinked as we walked toward our room. It was much smaller and didn't have an automatic door that needed a code to unlock. Ours was just like a normal room, but the furniture was really modern and looked… tech-y.
"Well, Stacy here was being a bitch!" Oliver angrily waved his arm at the blond girl.
Shane shook his head, looking mad, "Don't call her that!"
I don't think I could get any more surprised. "Are you defending her?"
Hesitance flashed on his face that only a few could catch, but it turned to stone right after, "Yeah! She's my girlfriend!"
"Why?" Jake rudely asked, crossing his arms and entering our room.
"Guys, stop being so mean!" Shane glared at all of us.
"Wh- You're defending this bitch that just called Miley, a vulnerable girl that just got fired from practically her life, an attention whore?!" I exploded. I didn't know I had it in me. And according to everyone's face, neither did they.
"Stop calling her a damn bitch! And why are you guys defending Miley, huh? We just met her! We knew Stacy long before Miley. And Miley's not so perfect anyway, okay?! Stacy didn't mean to sound like that, alright?! What about all the things Miley has done?! She lied to us about being spies! She almost killed us and jeopardized a bunch of jobs! She deserved to be fired!"
No one said anything, but there were so many things to be said. Mostly about how stupid he was/sounded. I was fuming. I couldn't believe this. The only thing that was sound in the room was Shane's deep breathing. My eyes roamed to Stacy and what I saw shocked me, slightly. She was smirking. Not a big one, but a small one evil enough for me to notice. I- this was just unreal.
Silently, I shook my head, leaving the room to go to the girls' room and slamming the door. But before I went, Shane yelled, "Where are you going?!"
"To some of the only people that haven't gone insane since today!" I yelled.
I had to hide a smile when I heard the footsteps of the guys following me.
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Miley's POV
I bit my lip as I sat on the empty bench. There was no one in sight, except for the occasional car that passed by, not stopping to wonder what this random girl was doing, sitting on a bench at 1:45 AM.
I was suddenly caught off guard when my phone rang. Wearily, I picked up without checking who it was, "Hello?"
"Miley, where are you?! Are you okay?!" I heard Mitchie babble.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you at a hotel?" I heard Jason pipe up in concern. What were the guys doing? Why weren't they with their beloved Stacy?
"No…"
"Where are you?" Jake interrogated.
"Welll…" I trailed off, looking at my surroundings. "I'm in front of… a building…"
"Great," Lily sarcastically replied.
"And… I'm sitting… on metal…"
"Cool, now tell us where you are specifically," Alex slowly demanded.
"Sitting… on a bench."
There was a silence, until Maddie said, "In the cold?"
"Uh, yup!"
"At 2?"
"Uh, yup!"
"With no one?"
"Uh, yup!"
There was another silence. "Smart," Nate spoke into the phone.
I let out an airy laugh and rolled my eyes, "Well, uh, look guys, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? Or well, today. Later, today."
"No, M-" But I just hung up, getting off the bench to move on.
(A/N lol for some reason, when I wrote that, the song BigCityDreams by NeverShoutNever popped into my head. I think it's the music video haha.)
And before I knew it, I was standing in front of my old school. SeaView. Girls only. Shaking my head, I ran my hands through my hair with a sigh. I wish we never agreed to this stupid assignment. I'd be happily torturing my SeaView teachers and laughing as the girls and I snuck out of the PA to eat and whatnot. Paul didn't warn us that this assignment could ruin everything.
Who knew it was such a big deal? I thought it'd be one of those follow the victim and capture the predator things. But well, this is more complicated, eh?
"Stupid fucking boys," I muttered to myself. "Romance getting in the way." I mumbled more incoherent things, and if someone passed by, they'd think I was crazy.
The scenery helped, as well. Here I was. A random girl standing in front of a school, mumbling gibberish and looking angry. Sighing, I turned away to walk on. And for the rest of that night, I didn't sleep a wink. Walking around Malibu made me nostalgic. But not enough to forget all the things that have happened today. In fact, I don't think I'll ever forget what happened. Ever.
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Mitchie's POV
We all leaned back against the beds. Miley had hung up on us about 5 hours ago. So it was now seven. But we were all still worried sick. Or, well, not all of us. The last one that saw Shane and Stacy was Jason and he said something along the lines of, "They kind of looked like those lizards on Lizard Love". And before he could give details, everyone silenced him. Did we really want to know? No. Hell no.
"What if she's being attacked?" Alex fumbled with her fingers, Nate rubbing his thumb against her shoulder as he sat by her with his arm around her.
"She'll do what Miley does and severely injure the predator," Oliver smirked, trying to lighten the mood. A few chuckles and giggles breezed around the room until it grew silent again.
"I can't believe fucking Shane," Maddie shook her head as she leaned back on one of our beds' pillows.
"I know. Ass," I murmured, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at nothing.
"You're cute when you're angr-"
"Oh, shut up!" Everyone chorused to Jake as he cooed to me.
He huffed and slumped back against the wall, but I could see he was still really concerned with Miley. He noticed me looking at him and tilted his head up to meet my eye with a small smile, "She's going to be fine."
"I sure hope so, Jakey. I sure hope so," I sighed, leaning back and against his side.
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"Where is he?" Paul busted into the room, fury written all over his face.
"Who?" Nate groggily asked, sitting up, Alex falling from his shoulder to the bed, but not waking up.
"Barnes." He scanned the room, then looked surprised, "And where is Shane? …And Miley?"
Everyone (But Alex) was fully awake, now. And we were all exchanging nervous looks. "Well, Shane's probably in our room. And Miley… she'll be here," Jake spluttered.
"Why weren't you kids sleeping in separate rooms? I wouldn't be okay with this, if I wasn't distracted by your last sentence!" He got louder by the last two words.
Any other teen would've winced, but the girls and I knew Paul, and he wasn't that much of a threat to us. Even if he is our boss, he's basically our dad. Other than the fact that most of us are dating his sons/nephew. At that thought, I almost smiled at Jake. But I forgot we were in a serious situation right now.
"I'll send search par-"
"No," I sat up, "She'll come back. If we know Miley, she'll come back. Maybe sooner or later, but she will."
A worried line laid across his face, but he nodded and walked out. We all knew he was taking this just as bad as us.
"Kay, call," Sam directed.
Maddie whipped out her phone and we all leaned in to be able to speak. It rang about six agonizing times, until we heard her tired voice fill the phone, "Hello?"
"Miles, Paul's here. He's going to straighten everything out," Lilly rambled. "It'll be fine. We're all going to be okay and you can come back, and no one will get hurt and no one will die and-"
"Okay," Miley bluntly said.
"Okay? Is that it? Wh- what does that mean? Are you coming back?"
When there was a silence, fear spread over all of our faces. We waited and waited until she spoke, but we knew she hadn't hung up. "Proba-"
"Hey, guys, Stace and-" Shane paused when he saw all of us crowded around Maddie's phone.
I bit my lip. Shane's voice could've changed Miley's mind like that. I had to pray it didn't. "Sooner or later," she softly spoke into the phone, her timid voice echoing in the silent room.
"No, Miles… Don't- don't-" Oliver couldn't think of anything to say, and we were all just baffled silent.
Miley was quiet for a while, then whispered a small, weak, "Bye." And hung up.
I hated hearing her like this. We all did. Everyone stayed in their position for another minute, then leaned back in sadness and frustration. "Now what?"
"What was that about?" Stacy raised an eyebrow as she stood by Shane, holding his hand.
"Yeah, because you care," Sam icily glared at the blond bimbo.
"Well, like I was saying," Shane rolled his eyes with a hint of agitation that drove me mad, "Stace and I are going out to eat. Do you guys want anything?"
"Look, not everything's about you, ass," Maddie shot to him.
"Okay, great, bitch. I guess that's a no, right?" He rolled his eyes once more, then left the room with Stacy.
"Wh- what's going on with him?" Nate shook his head, looking down.
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Disappointed? Yeah, me too. Sigh. I know, I made you wait THAT LONG just for… this. Ugh. Well, hopefully the next chapter will be much better! OH MY GOSH I FORGOT! I MADE IT TO 100!!!! :D HIGH FIVE. Yeah!!!! WOO! Okay, well, if you care, schools been… ugh. I hate two of my classes- or well, they're okay actually. I DID hate them, but you know, I'll live. Hopefully.
And you know what happened? HE moved away. :( Now I don't have much inspiration for those lovey-dovey stories. Lol. Oh gosh, I need a boyfriend.
HAHHAHA jk jk, I DO NOT. Hah. I am happy and independent. :) I just said that because I love in shows when they are like, "I need a boyfriend.." lol. Okay, yeah…. Haha.
OH! I am also busy because my friends and I are writing a story!! It started out as just me writing an essay-story thing for a class, and they were like "this is good!"- (it was about them lol) and now yeah. So, actually it's just me writing and them being the characters (but we changed it so that they ARENT the characters anymore haha) and them reading it! :) I'm quite proud of the story, as well. But I'd like it SO MUCH more if it were just on FF and it were about Miley and Joe. Lol but hey, at least I don't have to hide me writing from them anymore!
Wow, I need to STOP rambling. Reviews? Ideas? AND HIGH FIVES! YEAHH :D