Alright I got to admit, the way I got Liley together was totally disgraceful, not even worth writing. But will I change it? Lol, no, because I have no other ideas.
Okay, my rambling fest for the day is done.
Enjoy.
Chapter 10
Mitchie's POV
The crowd.
I live for them, and yet they live for me. Weird, right?
My ears have gone deaf from the loud screams coming from the crowd. I'm surprised I can even hear the music fully. I only have one song left on my set and adrenaline was still pumping through my veins along with my heart was pounding in my ears. It's what kept me going. The crowd. Adrenaline.
No other distractions are allowed when I'm on-stage. No pleading Mikayla on her knees. No fake, smug-faced Nate. Just me, doing what I love.
I feel bad because I can't give my entire effort in these concerts for a while though because of my hand. For the first couple of concerts I had to keep my green casted hand covered because my agent didn't want paparazzi to find out and make a big investigative deal about it though. Now I can only do limited movements, my manager's rules since I got it off last Monday.
'It's a bunch of bo-crap' as Lilly would say when mocking Oliver.
"So what do you think of the show so far?" I shout into the microphone. My smile widens as the cheering gets louder which was thought near impossible. It's a typical reaction but it still electrifies me. One thing I've learned, the crowd always cheers.
"Aww," I cooed. "You guys are going to make this harder for me to say but it's time for the last song."
Before I even finished the sentence people were already shrieking 'Encore! Encore!'
I may love the crowd, but this was already the third encore for the night. I don't think I'd be able to keep up any longer.
"How about this? I'll sing one my new songs." That seemed to bring their spirits up. "It's not even on an album yet!"
I cringe inwardly as I think I have finally gone deaf but on the outside, I'm just normal smiley Mitchie.
"Sounds like a plan, then," I say 'cheerfully' and point to the band.
Wrong. The band and I have actually only practiced the song a few times and I didn't even have the words totally filled out yet.
Winging it sounds like the best option right now.
I like the rhythm to the song though. It's got a great beat, that's what I love about it.
Counting the rhythm I bring the microphone up to my lips to sing but a familiar voice cuts me off.
I miss you, I miss you
I snap my head to look behind me as my heart stops and starts again a million miles a minute. The crowd literally begins roaring as Mikayla timidly makes her way on to the stage, microphone in hand.
Stunned and mouth gaping, I find I am at a loss at what to do. The band hasn't stopped yet and neither will I. (Mitchie, Mikayla)
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
Mikayla cuts in. The crowd thinks this is all an act but they don't know a dang thing.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
Is she saying what I think she's saying? Her voice cuts off all thought. I stood there stunned at the words she sang.
I miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you
Where are you and I'm so sorry
This time I'm the one who cuts her off. I don't want to hear what she has to say. She wanted me to lie to her, then fine. Bring on the lies.
If I can…
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight
We were just standing there, me eyeing her five feet away. I shake my head to her sung question and turn to the crowd. I look to her and sing the next part, telling her what I thought and doing the actions as well.
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
The band keeps playing. I thought she was going to say something. She thought I was going to do something. This girl was definitely persistent in asking for forgiveness…or saying she misses me or whatever the heck she's doing.
My adrenaline heightens upon seeing her and I nearly drop my microphone because my hands started sweating excessively. Part of me is angry, most of me is just plain old and bashfully in love. But I'm not going to let her do this to me again.
Unsure of what to do next, I just sing what I think where it makes sense.
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
We let the band have their own one minute instrumental where they keep up the same rhythm and add something that sounds like a car alarm in the mix.
The crowd is still cheering wildly but also added a 'Mikayla! Mikayla!' into the words being chanted.
Mikayla and I are still on stage looking at each other. Or at least she was looking at me. I could feel her desperate eyes burning a hole in me. I was looking at my Converse clad feet.
Typical. That's what cowards always seem to do. Look away.
As the band finishes I thank the crowd quietly for coming out and exit on the opposite set of curtains that I entered from.
Before small crowds could started grouping around the doors I rushed out the back ones and into the dark starry night.
I need some air.
I find a park about half an hour away from the concert. It's nice, kind of old. I sit on the battered looking tire swing, lacing my legs through the middle of the tire and use the tip of my toes as leverage to spin me around.
Questions plagued through my head.
'Is Mikayla interested in me?'
'What is she doing here?'
'Is Miley here?'
'Is that why Lilly wasn't there for part of my set?'
I smirked, knowing the answer to that question. Just because I was occupied with Mikayla during my song (or our song) doesn't' mean I didn't notice that Miley and Lilly behind the curtain wing, where both had swollen lips and wild, crazy sex hair from one heck of a make out session. Or the fact that their hands were entwined too.
Much to my luck it started to rain. Groaning, I welcomed the distraction. It sort of made me feel like the rain was washing away everything.
My betrayal for kissing Mikayla at midnight.
My depression for seeing her crying her on her knees.
My cowardice for running away.
My confusion for seeing her tonight.
None of it mattered. I was numb. Sort of.
ZAPPP!
What the hell?
I jump as an electric shock goes through my left back pocket. Trust me, that is not a sensation you want to feel.
ZAPPP!
Quickly I reach into my back pocket and take out the voice enhancer, little zaps still electrocuting me along the time making my body spasm uncontrollably. I must have forgotten to take it out as I was after the concert.
"Stupid piece of crap," I spat at it after throwing it on the ground and start jumping on it like a little kid. I felt ridiculous yet relieved at the same time.
Someone else must have thought along the same lines because I hear distinct laughing behind me.
Her laugh.
I turn around and face her fully. She looked beautiful wearing blue skinny jeans with a tight green shirt and her green Converse. Her curly hair at the time was matted to her face with smudges of eyeliner running down her face, making it seem like she was crying.
Beautiful.
After her laugh fest was over we just stood there, staring at each other. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to hug me. Secretly I wanted her to too. I give a slight nod and open my arms. Upon seeing this her eyes shines brightly and sprinting towards me. A large grin was plastered on her face as she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her face was nuzzled into my neck.
We're both laughing like total idiots as I start to spin us around and around before letting her feet touch the ground again.
"I missed you," she sniffles into my neck. I felt tingles rush through my entire body. God, will she always electrify me like this?
I respond by running my hands along her upper back in a soothing motion.
"Please say something, Mitchie," she pleads, pulling back slightly so she can look into my eyes. Our arms are still wrapped around each other.
"Why are you here, Mikayla?"
"Well, ya see," she starts giving a nervous laugh. "Miley somehow convinced her dad to convince your manager to do a Hannah Montana/Mitchie Torres Tour so we're traveling with you guys."
She's still giving a nervous laugh under my examining eyes.
"Yes, but why are you really here?" I ask, immediately pummeling myself as I see hurt cross her features and then turn her gaze to the ground.
"I, um, didn't like how things were before you left."
"Um…okayyy?" I respond trailing the y, waiting for her to elaborate her answer.
She gives a loud sigh over the rain.
"Why did you just let Nate date me? You knew the truth and you still lied to me…why?" Good God. Why these questions?
"He made you happy," I monotonously explain. "You wanted him, he wanted you. It all worked out."
"But what about you, Mitch? What about you?" Now it's my turn to look to the ground.
"Like it matters," I mumble. Mikayla upon hearing this takes her index and middle finger and lift my chin up so I'm looking into her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes that I could just drown in.
"It does matter, Mitchie. You matter."
Her eyes are unreadable. Is she trying to hint something to me here?
"In what way?" I question. Her eyes don't flicker. There's no emotion in either of ours.
We've been staring at each other for a minute, just waiting for the other to show some sort of sign.
Giving a loud sigh, Mikayla answers my question.
"I just came here to get my best friend back."