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"Do I really have to go Nick?" He pulled the refusing-to-go-me down the sidewalk and kept apologizing every five seconds. He better be sorry.
"Are they going to say I look like a whore? Cause I'll go home and change into a sweater…" That was about the fifteenth time I'd asked that. I had on a yellow dress that wasn't short, but wasn't long either.
I was really just looking for an excuse to go home and lock myself in my room eating Twinkies and crying because I didn't understand why my boyfriend's family hated me.
"Miley, chill, you'll be perfectly fine. Just be yourself. You're the same exact girl they fell in love with three years ago." Nick tried to reassure me, but I honestly wasn't buying it.
"I'm not exactly the same exact girl… I've been depressed, I've been vegetarian for a day, I've had a picture scandal, I've lost friends, and I've gotten my nose pierced… The list continues, but I won't bore you." I sighed and slowly walked up the stairs leading to Nick's front porch.
I closed my eyes as Nick opened the front door. "Come on, Miles. Everything will be fine, I promise." I gave him a dirty look and walked inside.
He grabbed my hand and took me towards the dining room even though I was chanting under my breath, "Please don't make me go, please don't make me go." Nick ignored me and continued down the hall. It seemed much longer today.
We got to the dining room and I was staring at the floor. I couldn't face them, it'd be impossible. "Is that…" Kevin trailed off. "Miley!" Frankie exclaimed. Well at least someone was excited to see me.
"Nicholas…" Denise sounded annoyed, I mean, I so would be too if I was her. She thought I was a complete slut who cheated on her son. But that's all Nick told me, I'm sure she thought more than that.
Joe walked in with a bowl of broccoli and almost dropped it. "And I thought it was the broccoli that smelled." He muttered. My Joe wouldn't have ever said that, at least, not meaning it.
"Well you might as well sit down." Kevin sighed and then pouted his gay pout like he was oh so pissed off when he really wasn't. He's such a drama queen.
I sat down next to Frankie because he was the only nice one, Nick sat next to me. I looked down at the plate in front of me and then decided to start a conversation.
"How's soccer going, Frankie?" I turned to him and smiled, I missed him. He smiled too and pointed to the giant gap on the side of his mouth.
"I lost it when someone kicked me in the face!" He was actually proud of loosing his fang tooth to a sweaty kid with dirty shoes and a bowl cut. Well there's a nine year old boy for ya.
"Good for you! Play hard or go home, right kiddo?" I extended my hand for a high-five and heard Joe laugh and mumble, "That sure is your motto." I took a deep breath and looked at Nick, then back at the plate.
"So," Denise sighed, "how have you been, Miley?" She was obviously trying to be the bigger person by talking to me. She honestly didn't have to, I didn't mind.
"I've been alright. Really hard past two years, I've gone through some stressful stuff, but I got through it." My smile felt like it came out artificial, and it probably looked that way. Denise just nodded. Way to make me feel awkward.
This piercing silence hurt, but Denise broke it. "Nicholas I'm just going to say it. Why in the world didn't you tell us you were bringing Miley to dinner?" She said my name with this tone of disgust that hurt.
"Because you're acting like you are right now!" Nick held my hand under the table to try and let me know it'd be okay. Bull! "Mom, I'm seventeen. I don't need you telling me who I can and cannot date."
"Well maybe you need me to tell you who to date so you won't keep coming back with this slut!" My heart sunk, I felt like I had just been stabbed two-thousand times repeatedly in the chest.
"MOM!" Nick, Joe, Kevin and Frankie all exclaimed in union. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, getting up to leave. But Nick wouldn't let me go.
"Let me go, Nick." I muttered. He wouldn't let go, so I settled in just sitting back down again, fighting back tears.
"Look," Nick sighed, letting go of my hand, "mom I have a confession… I- I lied and I lied really badly… M-Miles didn't cheat on me; I cheated on her… for three months. And then one day she didn't get my text saying don't come over and saw me and… Selena." Denise had her head in her hand now, Kevin's jaw was dropped and Joe had taken Frankie out of the room a while back.
"Miley, honey, I am so sorry. You have no idea at all how many untrue things I've heard that I was silly enough to believe. Nick how could you? We've raised you better than this! And the fact you've lied about it for two years makes this even worse! Do you have any idea what you've put into our heads these past years? That Miley was the cheater when it really was you? And again Miley, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, Mrs. Jonas." Nick tried to wipe away the tears that ended up coming out anyway, but I moved his hand and wiped them away myself. I didn't feel like having him touch me, I was annoyed at him.
"Miles, I'm sorry too." Kevin smiled sympathetically. "Do you want any?" He asked pointing to the bowl of broccoli Joe had brought in earlier.
"No, thanks, I think I'm gonna get going." I slid my chair out and stood up. I felt like I had been there a day even though it had only been twenty minutes. I was ready to leave and just go home.
Nick got up to take me home, but I put my hand on his shoulder and sighed, "You don't have to walk me home."
"Are you sure?" He asked. I just nodded and straightened out my dress. "Thanks for having me." I smiled to Denise, and then I left.
When I was half way to the gate I heard the door shut. "Miley wait up!" Nick caught up with me. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy."
"Honestly Miley, you sure you're okay?" I stopped walking and turned to him, an annoyed expression on my face.
"You expect me to be okay when your mom calls me a slut and you lie to your family about cheating on me for two years?" I asked bitterly.
"You've gotta see where I'm coming from!" He pleaded like the true sissy he is. "I had no other choice!"
"You had plenty of choices, Nick. If you haven't noticed, I'm not in mood to talk to you right now and I just wanna go home. So if you wouldn't mind leaving me alone so I can walk home in peace…" I was just so confused.
Nick cheated on me.
Then he betrayed me again by dating the girl he cheated on me with for two years.
Then he lied to his family (excluding Joe) by telling them I was a whore who cheated on him.
And now he wants my forgiveness.
I just walked away from him. I had no idea if I had walked away from us; I just needed to go anywhere but here. I couldn't be around him anymore.
Current status: Nick Jonas makes me want to vomit.