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I woke up to the sound of my blinds hastily being opened. I was so tired I didn't even bother to see who it was and just rolled over turning away from the blinding light running through the middle of my room.
"Ugh, please close that. Teenage superstars gotta sleep, too."
"Haha. Yeah right. Since when are you a superstar?"
I know that voice. Why me? Why him?
"Braison, go away."
"No thanks. I wanna enjoy this."
"Why are you bugging me so early in the morning? You usually wait until I don't look "gross" anymore as you so kindly put it. Oh, I get it. You miss me don't you? I understand, I'd miss me too."
"No, I actually don't." What a bad liar, huh? I always knew when he was missing me. He just doesn't wanna admit it.
"Yeah, you do."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No."
"Yes."
"Ha! I got you." There was a slight pause between me and his reply.
"Fine, you're right. I just want you to hang out with me today. I miss you, Smiles."
That was kind of strange. He never comes out and says it.
"Okay, I'll put up with you today. Go get dressed." I watched as his face lit up and a smile appeared on his face. To be honest, I really missed him too.
"I'm ready, Miles."
Braison busted into my room. He never did knock.
"Great. But I'm not."
"Just put something on. Anything will work."
"Why don't you help me?"
"I guess." He sighed.
I looked through my closet a few times before I found an outfit.
"How about this Brais?"
"That's fine." He is no help at all.
"You said that last time, and the time before that, and the time before t--"
"Miles!" He whined and I shut up. "You look pretty in all of them, ok? Can we just go?"
I smiled at him and got dressed. I was wearing my ripped black tights, a short gray skirt, and a black band tee. Then I found some cute blue flats and, as always, threw on a ton of bracelets and two necklaces. I decided to leave my hair down and curly.
"Yay! We can go now." Braison shouted.
"What do you want?"
"Umm, how about two scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough."
"Okay. You can go sit down. I'll be right there."
"Sure." I went to sit down and waited for Braison. That's when I heard my phone ring, signaling I was getting a text from Nick. I haven't talked to him since last night. He's been headed to the next venue for his tour for hours now.
Hey Mi. I miss u. Watcha doin'?
-Nick
Missin' u 2, and hangin' out w/ Braison. What r u doing?
-Miley
We're pulling up 2 the venue now. Frankie was telling me about his band and Ponyo. Must b lil' brother day.
-Nick
Have fun. U'll be great. Tell everyone I said hi. Jordin 2.
-Miley
Ok3y. I g2g. Love u.
-Nick
Love u 2. Peace.
-Miley
I just noticed Braison had gotten back.
"Was that Nick?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"You were smiling the whole time while looking at your phone. He does that to you a lot."
"Oh." This was kind of weird. Not awkward, but definitely weird. Do you talk to your little brother about love on a daily basis? Including the boy you happen to be in love with?
"You love him, don't you?" He said it so matter of factly.
"What do you know about that?" I had asked Frankie this a few times when he joked about me and Nick.
"I know he loves you. I can tell. The way he looks at you. The way he talks to you, even."
"Yeah, Brais." I nodded. "I do love him." Smiling to myself, I continued. "What about you? Got any girls on your mind?"
"No, not really. When I like girls, most of the time, I've noticed, they remind me of you." He licked his ice cream.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I guess I just really look up to you. You're my best friend Miles. If I did like a girl I'd want you to like her, too."
"Aww Brais." I got up and sat by his side so I could hug him. "I kinda like you right now."
"Gee, thanks Miles."
"I'm kidding. You know I love you, too. What should we do now?" We both finished our ice creams.
"Let's go to the movies."
"What do you want to see?"
"Hmm, how about 'Gamer'. Trevor told me it was awesome. And the girl is hot with a capital hhh." He made the sound of an h.
"When did you grow up?"
"A year after you did." I laughed. That was a funny answer considering we are just a year and a few months apart.
So the rest of the day we hung out and ended up falling asleep on the floor in my room.
I woke up to a calmer setting than I did the day Braison spent with me. Today was me and Nick's anniversary. I was so happy about it, but at the same time a bit disappointed by the fact that I couldn't spend it with Nick. So, I got up and scavenged for something nice to wear.
"Oh my god!" My Chi straightener wasn't cooperating and the extra one I'd accumulated was being retarded, too. I was barely dressed to top it off, so I was running around my room frantically in my polka dot boy shorts and old Jonas Brothers concert tee that exposed my flat stomach, fuming. I was frustrated. Frustrated that my boyfriend wasn't gonna be able to spend today of all days with me. (I know it's not his fault but I still don't like it.) Frustrated that I had already gotten into a little trouble for my moodiness and yelling, and worst of all, I was on my period. I shuffled to the bathroom and just looked at myself. I was a wreck. I had tons of flyaways, you'd think I was electrocuted and my face didn't look very pleased. I hid it in the palm of my hands and attempted to calm down. That's until I felt a pair of arms slip around me.
"Hello beautiful." His silky voice seemed to give me relief. There's only one boy who can do that and he's supposed to be millions of miles and a few states away. I turned my tensed body and noticably relaxed with a look of his eyes. His brown eyes. The only thing my brain was registering for me to do was hug him and embrace him with all my strength.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be doing a concert tonight."
"You really thought I was gonna let you spend tonight alone?"
"I hoped that you wouldn't." I jumped as he caught my legs and wrapped them around his torso. He just held me. The feelings he had me longing for were returning and were stronger than I remember. My face was nuzzled into his neck.
"What's wrong, Mi?"
"I love when you call me that. Everything's okay now. I love you so much. Please don't leave."
"Never Mi."
"You didn't cancel the concert did you?"
"No, the time difference allowed us to move the concert a few hours before planned so I could fly out here."
"We don't have to do anything. I'm just so glad you're here."
"I promised, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you also have a promise to thousands of other twelve year old girls."
"And I'd pick you over all of them any day. Why don't you get dressed?"
"I can't get dressed if you're carrying me."
"Then I won't carry you."
"But I wanna stay like this."
"We could arrange that. Your outfit is pretty cute, by the way. Especially the shirt."
"You would like it."
"The underwear's not so bad, either." He said this as his hands went to my butt making me giggle. "I missed your laugh."
"I missed you."
"I missed your smile."
"I missed your kisses."
"Yeah, well I missed your hot body."
I looked up at him and smacked his arm. "What? You started it."
I put my hand behind his neck and brought him towards me kissing him slowly. I wanted to remember it. When I pulled back he had this goofy smile on his face.
"Whoa."
"I gotta get dressed." With that, I jumped from his grasp and pranced to my closet in a familiar fashion. Yes, pranced. Of course, he followed me.
"Why can't you wear that?"
"Because I don't want you going crazy at the sight of me."
"Oh, so I go crazy around you?"
"Don't be embarassed. It happens to most guys."
"I believe you." Once again, his arms found a way around my waist, pulling me into him.
"You know, you really should kiss me right now." Listening to me, he leaned in as I smiled sweetly.
"Too bad I gotta go change." I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I didn't lock it, though, and in came Nick.
"That wasn't very nice." He feigned hurt.
"Aww, I'm sowwy. Can I make it better?" He shook his head. "Are you sure?" Another shake.
I walked closer and closer until our lips had just brushed together. Then I backed away for the second time. "Ok then. Now go, I need to put clothes on."
I came out of the bathroom in a high waisted black skirt with a bunch of fringe on it, a plain white tank, and a thin black necklace that merged at my chest. I decided I would wear round toe black heels with it and leg warmers (it was kinda cold today) when we left. Just like the other day, my hair was curly and hung loose on my shoulders.
"Wow. My girlfriend is gorgeous."
"Thanks."
"No need to thank me. Just telling you the truth."
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere yet." I smirked. "What?"
"Oh nothing."
"Why'd you smirk?"
"Come on." I took his hand and once again went to my huge walk-in closet.
"Why am I in here?"
"You have to promise not to tell anyone about this."
"Umm, okayy?" He questioned my sneakiness. I walked to a corner of a rack and pulled back the wallpaper. The trick was that there was a door attached to the back of it.
"I got a secret room. Am I awesome or what?" Nick stood there in denial. "Are you coming?" He nodded.
"We're here." My absolute favorite boy said in a singsong voice.
"Where exactly is here?" My eyes were being covered.
"Open." I did just that.
"Okay, same question. Where are we?" Curiosity was getting the best of me. All I saw through the dark was a really tall fence.
"Well, in my rush to get here, I kinda forgot about how we'd get inside. So I figure we're gonna have to climb over the gate. I'm sorry?"
"Okay, but I wanna go first. I need you to take my heels." No way was I scared. I used to be a cheerleader and our skirts were about a quarter of the size of the one I had on currently. It wasn't very long, either.
"You sure you don't want help, Mi?"
"Yeah, just follow my lead." I made my descent towards the top and slowly made my way down. Nick jumped almost right away so he beat me and helped me down from my last hop.
"That was hot."
"Let's go, perv." I smiled to myself when he couldn't see me. I was being led by his arm around my waist to a field. In the middle, there was a stage. It looked hauntingly familiar. "I'm confused."
"This is the stage, Mi."
"Yes, I know what a stage looks like but..." It hit me in mid-sentence. This was the stage we met on. Exactly three years ago.
"It's 6:17."
"You remembered the exact time we met?" That's something the girl usually does and it may seem stupid but a tear fell down my cheek at that moment.
"Of course I did. That's when I found something better than music. Better than John Mayer's riffs and Elvis Costello's bridges and hooks." He was dead serious. "I told you I love you, Mi. That was the truth."
We inched closer to each other and I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying to no end.
Ya know how in that princess movie the girl talks about the perfect kiss? Well, do you remember how her leg "popped"? 'Cause that's what happened when his lips met mine. The lower part of my leg lifted, in a term I also like to call "popping."
"Don't cry Mi." He used the pad of his fingers to wipe my tears away.
"You're so perfect my heart hurts." (a/n cheesy much? lol)
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"That's not possible."
"Then why is it true?"
"You can't begin to imagine how much I love you."
"I might have an idea."
"I love when you do that." He smiled brightly.
"Do what?"
"Bite your lip. It's cute. You're amazing, you know that?" I hadn't realized I ever did that.
"Whatever, Jonas." He smirked at my reply.
"Let's eat." With that, his arm found it's way around my waist just as mine did with his and he guided our feet to the stage.
"This is beautiful, Nick."
Nick POV
My goodness, it sounded so hot when she said my name. Tonight, she looked radiant. She always does, too, but the way her long legs took forever to stop at her tall black heels and her small waist was being accentuated by her skirt, oh god. Not to mention, the necklace she had on running through the middle of her perfect chest. It's like she was made for me. Especially when her eyes looked like such a deep, bright, clear blue when she came across my gaze.
"You gonna sit, Nick?"
Her stunning voice paused my thoughts.
"Yeah, sorry."
"No problem, What were you thinking about?"
"How pretty you look right now." Is it just me or did I make her blush? "Why are you all the way over there? Come sit with me." I looked on as she crawled into my lap with her legs tucked together. "Hungry?" She said yes and I pulled out a basket of her favorites like I did that day at the pool. When I told her that I loved her.
"Have you talked to your dad?" I knew that was a sore spot for her.
"No. The really sad part is that I don't think i've missed him at all. A few weeks before we hadn't talked for more than a few minutes a day. I don't know what happened. If I wasn't mad at him, he was doing or saying something that would make me mad. I just didn't want him around much." She confided in me.
"You guys were always really close, though."
"Maybe it's a part of growing up. I don't know. I just don't feel like his daughter anymore. Maybe he's tired of life as you and I know it and I know there had to be a reason for all of it. To be truthful, I kinda suspected something after Brandi's mom called the house one day. She never calls." (a/n change of mind. Brandi exists. her and Miley have diff moms.)
I watched her talk with so much passion. Her eyes were getting wet again.
"Let's not talk about it. We're supposed to be happy."
"I am happy. You're right next to me."
"You have got to stop being so sweet."
"I can't help that I'm naturally a lady's man."
"Haha. More like a momma's boy."
"Are you insulting me?"
"Maybe."
"I'm a little hurt."
"Then let's talk about Joe."
"I just tell you my feelings are hurt and you say you want to talk about my brother?"
"Duh. Now that's a ladies man."
I gave her a pouty look, making her laugh really hard. "Just joking, Nicky. How is everyone doing?"
"Well, now that you mention it, Joe is due for an ER visit. Frankie talks as much as ever and Kevin's been spending a ton of time with Dani. As for my parents, they're good. My mom freaked out when you won seven TCA's."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, she loves you."
"That's awesome."
"I know, we even have her on tape crying. You're like the daughter she wishes she could replace Joe with."
"Don't say that." She playfully scolded me.
"I know, I'm kidding."
"Apparently my performance is a huge scandal."
"Because of that stupid pole? It was to help you stand. What were you supposed to do? Just stand there? That's dumb. I bet they only care 'cause they know you looked hot doing it."
She smacked my arm in mock shock.
"I didn't do anything." She defended.
"Once again, kidding." A cold breeze passed us and Miley scooted into me more. "Cold?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Here." I took a blanket and a sweater out of the basket. Putting the sweater on her and wrapping the blanket around us, she sighed. "Better?"
"Much." Soon enough, she was asleep. I put all the wrappers away and carried her in the sweater I'd handed her. Picking up the heels she kicked off, I walked towards the gate. Now that I was inside, I didn't need to climb, but simply unlock the gate. When I made it to the car, I put Miley in the backseat and buckled her in at the waist. She tucked her legs up under her subconciously and snuggled into the blanket. After that, I got in the front seat and drove to her house.
Okay, time to get her up the stairs.
"Nick?"
"Yeah?" Looks like she woke up on her own.
"You're staying, right?" I smiled at her.
"Of course, Mi." She smiled even bigger back and took my hand, racing up the stairs. "Whoa, what's the rush?"
She slammed the door to her room. Next thing I knew, we were making out in the center of her room. "What was that about?"
"I've been wanting to do that all night long. Let's go to my closet."
"Again?" Then it dawned on me that she was talking about that secret room of hers.
"Why are we in here?" It was a medium sized room filled with a keyboard, guitars along the wall, tons of pictures, posters, and a twin bed. Earlier, she told me it was the only way she knew no one could find her. It's where she ran away and hid to. Some of her best lyrics were written in here.
"So we can be alone." She answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. For more than a few times that night, her lips found my longing ones.
Like always, we went slow. I never felt more stimulated than when I'm with her. Without warning I felt her hands playing with my belt buckle. Soon after, she grabbed my own hands, pulling them down to the small of her back. I began getting into the feel of things, elevating her left leg so her knee was level with my hips. Rubbing her thigh, she started moaning softly. Somehow, that triggered an alarm in my head, causing me to sustain from further movement.
"What's wrong?" She acted as if this were a first.
"The last time we did this you got mad at me. I don't want that to happen, so I can't do this. I'm not sure if I could stop myself." She leaned to my ear and whispered.
"I love you. Trust me?" Her face was so sincere. I nodded.
To end the night, she started unbuttoning my shirt and I got ready for what could possibly be my first time. I know we both have promises. I know I promised to abstain from sex until marriage. To stay pure. But this isn't puppy love. It's real. To me, it's not dirty but beautiful. I also know she feels the same. So no matter what, I'm not breaking any promise. This love is as pure as it gets.
I know you must hate me. I was gonna post on sunday but my laptop was taken away. Sorry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Tried not to be graphic. Thnx.