well, it's short; but it's pretty big. haha. plus, it took like, four days instead of a week. enjoy :)

S o m e t i m e s L i f e H a p p e n s . . .

It was the Jonas' annual Christmas party. They had it every year, and somehow it was still a secret from the press. Everybody who was ever famous went. Demi, Selena, even Taylor.

I dressed Logan up, making sure his suit and tie matched with my dress. It was short, ending mid-thigh, and a hot red. It displayed my curves pretty well, and I knew that Logan liked that just from the way lust covered his eyes.

I put on red lipstick, smiling. I loved wearing this color. Red was a sign of confidence. And since we got to LA, confidence was the one thing I had for once. Instead of being forced it was natural. Red was sexy, I thought.

My eye make-up was darker than usual. It was blacker around my eyes, making the blue blend in with the rest of my face. It didn't pop like it usually did. My hair was gently curled all around, flowing down my back with the front pulled away from my face. There was a small braid on the side.

I thought it was a nice change for once. I clung on to Logan as we walked into the place. He was automatically whisked away by Kevin though, leaving me with the old Disney crew.

"Still going strong with him, huh?"

I winked at Taylor. "Strong as ever."

"Really? 'Cause Brandi called-"

"Brandi, doesn't know what the hell she's talking about," I snapped. Selena looked around the group before settling on my bitter face. It was obvious she realized that she didn't know something, but she didn't dare say anything.

"You still like him," Demi rolled her eyes.

I tightened my jaw. "I have as much chemistry as Selena has with Nick."

"No," Selena laughed, putting her hands up. It was obvious she was completely clueless as to who they thought I was in love with. She thought it was just some other guy. "Don't even get me into this."

"You and Nick act way different than Selena and Nick do."

"We're just two different people."

"Yeah," Selena defended me. "Like, I hold myself back more, and I'm more reserved. While Miley kinda, like, flirts while not flirting with him."

My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. "I do not flirt with him!"

"Speak of the Devil," Demi grinned, nodding behind me. Nick came over, giving me a hug. His muscles tightened around me.

"Hey, Mi. What... did you do?" He changed his sentence in the middle. I looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. "What happened to your eyes?"

"Excuse me?"

"No, not like that. They're just usually so pretty."

My jaw dropped as Demi held me back from slapping him. "So what, they aren't now?"

He looked around the group then back to me. My arms were now crossed over my chest.

"I like your dress?"

I shook my head. I just wanted to be alone after that. Where's my fiancee anyways? Obviously he can't even sit through one little party with me. Just automatically ran off with Kevin or one of his friends. We were drifting a part, but I don't think he even cared. Finally, I just decided to get wine.

This obviously meant Nick only liked me for my eyes when we were dating, though, even if I was over-reacting. He's such an asshole. But as soon as even tried to play that excuse on myself I knew that it wasn't true. I was just trying to make excuses for him to be remembered as a bad boyfriend.

I jumped as soon as I felt a pair of arms go across my waist. "I'm really sorry."

I recognized it as Nick's voice at once. I pulled myself quickly out of his arms, ready to let him hear what I thought. He can't just come and apologize after completely insulting me. He hurt me! We met eyes as I rose my hand, and opened my mouth. "It's okay," I surprised even myself as all that anger began to settle down.

"Really, Mi. I am." He repeated. "You're beautiful no matter what. Don't listen to me when I say stupid things."

"I'll try to remember that," I smirked.

"That you're beautiful?"

"Sure."

He chuckled, looking around. "Let's dance."

"No thanks."

"Why not?"

"I'm no good, Nick."

"If you pretend you are, no one will notice."

"Do I have anyway out of this?"

He smiled and in that one second before he spoke I knew that he had thought of something sarcastic to say. "If you drop dead and stop breathing." And he doesn't fail to disappoint.

"So, since that isn't happening, that would be a no."

He took my hand, leading me out onto the dance floor. We twirled around pointlessly for awhile, him leading me into what to do before a fast song came on again. The one thing about the Jonas' is when they threw a party it was amazing every time. There were a ton of people dancing, then a few who decided to swim. I knew that swimming would not be an option tonight before I even came. In fact, I didn't even bother with a bathing suit.

I slowed down my moves when I noticed that Nick was staring at me. "How can you say that you aren't good at dancing? You could be famous one day."

I smacked his bicep. Leave it to him to bring up the past. "Don't even go."

"I know, I know. Way back when no one can remember you were."

I scoffed. "Whatever. Because you were so much better. Who sold out their tour in, like, two minutes?"

"That was ten years ago. Time to get over yourself."

I laughed. "Either way I beat you."

He shook his head. "You're so full of it."

"Whatever. You're a ton worse. Little Mr. I'm-A-Curly-Frizzy-Haired-Rockstar."

"Hey, at least I didn't sing about getting whatever I want."

"I believe that was Hannah Montana."

"I believe you were Hannah Montana."

I laughed at that one. He was quick at comebacks, and one of the only good matches to a fight that I had.

A slow song came on and we both looked at each other before shrugging. I danced with him a little in silence. We both moved to the beat, not bothering to do any fancy moves like the other couples. I wonder if the two of looked odd. We were pretty much the youngest two on the dance floor dancing to this slow song. He began to softly sing the lyrics in my ear.

Then, in the faintest whisper I heard, "Merry Christmas," over the break of the song.

I looked up at Nick. He was softly smiling down. "You too."

"Did you get me a present?"

I looked up at him in disbelief. "Most people don't ask that."

"Well, that's a No," he smirked.

"Of course I got you a present," I laughed. "Why wouldn't I?"

"'Cause you shouldn't have. You coming up here again was enough."

"And us becoming friends again was enough for me. So don't get me one."

"Too late for that," he smiled cheekily.

"I hate you."

"Hate you too, babe."

I almost choked on my own spit, but I regained my composure last minute. "Sure you do."

"You really are cocky. I think the fame is getting to your head."

"No, I think it's from being with you too long."

"Then go dance with someone else if you think I'm too big of a rockstar for you"

I got up in his face, "Would you really want that?"

"Of course not," he grinned, leading me upstairs. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

I followed him into his room and watched as he pulled up a picture online.

"I found this yesterday. I thought it was cute."

I looked over his shoulder, watching as he clicked on the thumbnail. I burst into one of the biggest smiles that I'd worn in awhile at the sight of us hugging like that. It was the first day we met eleven years ago. We were just friends and had no idea what we'd be in for that night. We had pretty much spent all night up on the phone. I didn't care that I'd have to be up early the next day. I knew - just knew - that he was worth it. It was the beginning of what I'd find to be my first love.

"We're so tiny!"

"I know," he chuckled. "Do you remember when that was?"

"Yeah, of course! That was like, our first unofficial date. It was the start to our relationship," I told him dramatically, watching his expression carefully. He nodded and smiled.

"God, we fought a lot," he smiled, his eyes gazing over. I knew that look. It meant he was deep in thought.

"The best part was when we made up though. I must say that you were a pretty good kisser, Nicholas."

"Well I could say the same for you," he chuckled. Suddenly a red light went off in my mind. This must be the flirting Selena had been talking about.

Logan. I repeated in my head. This wasn't fair to him. I knew that much for certain.

In an instant though, the little voice came back, and I knew that I couldn't try to control myself any longer as it spoke three small words.

Nick is better.


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