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Okay, well, this chapter… it didn't take as long as usual, right? But, let me warn you right now, it is NOT GOOD! I mean, you still need to read it, but I'm not quite proud of it… lol. I just uploaded it because I made you guys wait so long before. This chapter isn't very long, either. Only 12 pages. Idk how long other authors make their chapters, but for me, that is pretty short. I think…. Or is it? Idk. I can't remember. Anyway, I'm sorry if you don't like the chappie :( hopefully it will get better…
And if you read me A/N last chapter, I'm going to repeat, this story doesn't have a magical or great ending. : ( I know, it's a real let down, but I'm sad too. I wish I had some good idea for the ending… OH and dude, I have so many stories jumbling my mind! But I really wanna only concentrate on a few at a time, but it's so hard!
If any of you live in Georgia, DUDE did you see the floods? HORRIBLE! Well, horrible for us Georgians. Lol. We don't normally get floods, and it was weird. And they made us go to school!! Omg, I don't want to rant, so I should stop now. But they didn't make us go to school today, and it was a beautiful day! Haha, funny.
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The rest of the days seemed… well, normal. But by normal I mean like nothing in between has happened. You know? Like there was that unimportant stage in my life where I seemed to love Shane… and now it's like it never happened! Like if I were ever to write a story of my life, I'd leave that part out, because it didn't matter and had no point in my life!
But as my deceased mother would say right now, it's bad to lie to yourself. But I'm starting to get in the habit of it… ever since that 'unimportant stage' in my life was. But come on, Miley. I should give up, right? He's moved on. And so will I!
And as if Lilly was reading my mind, a note unexpectedly flew onto my desk with her name on the front. I unfolded it and read in her messy handwriting, "The first cut is always the deepest". I sighed and turned to look at her and throw it back. She smiled a half smile and stuffed it into her backpack. Why was it that this boy that was only a 'stage' in my life could mean so much? Okay, maybe I'd write a page about him. But that's it.
I probably wouldn't get a part in his book, anyway! His whole book would probably be about his high school life- excluding me. Unless he says something about we hate each other or something.
At that moment, the bell rang and I jumped out of seat, heading straight for the door and removing my skateboard from my book bag to throw it onto the floor. "Miley, wait! Why are you in such a rush?" Alex squealed as she and the rest of my friends ran towards me.
She giggled when she got to me and they all gasped for breaths. "Anyway, we were wondering if you wanted to head to the substation and just hangout like old times?"
"Old times as in a few weeks or a month ago?" I laughed, ignoring my pained heart. Oh jeez, I am quite the downer…
"Well, I'm taking that as a yes," Mitchie rolled her eyes with a grin, grabbing me and dragging me in the way of the substation as I rolled along on my skateboard, letting her drag me.
"Losers!" Someone shouted from behind us, in a car and rolling up.
We all turned to see Shane, Ally, and their friends in the car, laughing. Shane was sitting emotionlessly as he slowed down to Ally's command.
I smiled bitterly, "Oh, look, guys! We're worth the time of the oh-so-mighty bitches! Yay!"
Ally's face immediately turned into a scowl, "What, you guys too poor to buy cars?"
"What, your plastic surgeon screw up?"
"W-" Shane rolled his eyes and started driving away, again. But in the direction of the substation…
We watched as they drove off and snickered when Ally started yelling at him for interrupting her.
Nate snorted, rolling his eyes, "She's a real keeper."
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I laughed hard, like I haven't in a while. It felt good. But my mood immediately went back down when Shane Gray appeared at our table, looking… nervous?
"Um, Miley, can I talk to you?"
I almost laughed out loud, but instead sent confused and wary looks to my friends. They all shrugged other than the smirk or smile from Oliver, Lilly, and Nate. Nate gave Shane a look as if communicating with him using their brotherly powers, until Shane gave a small nod and looked expectantly at me.
"Go!" It seemed Nate was saying to me. I could feel his stare.
"If it gets you away from our table," I muttered, standing and leading the way outside.
But as I passed Shane, I saw him grin at Nate. Wow, were my friends going to be confused or what? "What do you want?" I rudely asked him, not even bothering to cover my annoyance.
But when he exited the restaurant as well, he just took my hand, dropped a paper into it, and left, walking down the street. I stared at him, puzzled. What? Slowly, my eyes made their ways down to the little slip of paper. It was ripped from a flyer and on it, it said:
SeaView Talent Show!
For those of you who want to show off
Why: Special talent? Love the spotlight? Or just want to watch your classmates do what they do best? Come, come, come!
Where: Playfor Gym
When: Friday, September 18
If you are interested in performing, please sign up at the front office. There will be a meeting held for more information on Monday, September 14.
I blinked and slipped it into my back pocket. I didn't plan on going, but throwing it away seemed like a bad idea for some reason… Besides, there wasn't a recycling bin anywhere near me at the moment…!
"What was that about?" Nate asked, sounding a little too happy.
I shrugged, "Have you guys heard of the talent show?"
"Oh, yeah! Everyone has been talking about it. They told us when school started that we should start working on our acts, and I was planning to do something, but now it's too late to start working on anything…," Mitchie shrugged, writing on the table.
"I want to go to it! I just love watching people make a fool of themselves," Lilly joked.
Alex laughed, "Yeah, I want to go, too. Rumor says it, every year, one of the seniors proposes to someone."
"What? So fake," Nate chuckled, his arm around Alex.
She scoffed, "Hey, how do you know?"
"Because they're only 18," Nate teased.
Oliver shook his head, leaning back in his seat, "The acts better be good if we're going."
I didn't say anything the whole time, until I looked up, "I don't really want to go."
"What? Why?" Everyone asked, Nate being the loudest and making Alex stare at him weirdly, causing him to blush.
I shrugged and decided to make my excuse a joke, "I don't know, I just don't like seeing people doing something well and bringing my self-confidence down."
Lilly laughed, "Wow, Miley."
"But afterwards there's a dance!" Mitchie pouted.
"Says who?"
"Says all the people that go!" Oliver added, supporting Mitchie.
"Oh, that sure makes me want to go," I sarcastically stated, raising my eyebrows.
They just shook their heads, smirking, "You'll end up going, anyway."
I sure hope not.
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"You love Shane?!" I quickly froze when I heard that.
Everyone had decided to meet at Mitchie's house and I was running a little late, since my parents made me go to church for a little celebration- it is Sunday! But when I walk in, this is what I hear? "Wh- what? Where on earth did you get that?"
Lilly gave me an exhausted look and I bit my lip, glaring at her, "Lilly!"
"No, Oliver slipped up. I just wanted to fill them in so you wouldn't have to."
I had to say, I was actually quite relieved she did. "A- are you guys mad…? And I don't love him! Anymore."
"Miles, we aren't mad," Mitchie sighed, going up to hug me.
"Yeah, Lilly said you'd tell us eventually," Alex shrugged, joining the hug. "And I'd be embarrassed to say I was in love with Shane, too."
I let out a sad laugh and Oliver joined the hug. "Uh, sorry."
I gave him a look past the girls' shoulders and he grinned sheepishly. Lilly laughed, "Well, good thing this is over with."
"I'm still sad that you didn't tell us," Alex sighed.
"I know… I'm sorry. It's just… it was so complicated," I mumbled.
(A/N lol I know this is NOT how you guys wanted them to find out -or maybe it was. Who knows. I don't!-, but I just got really lazy. Lol. …sorry. And they had to find out somehow! This little section was a little… pointless. I mean, it wasn't, but you know what I mean..)
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The next morning I woke up thirty minutes earlier than usual. But not on purpose- oh, hell no. Never! Jackson groggily appeared at my door and managed to mutter, "You have a package thing whadfnkeli."
"What?" I raised an eyebrow at him when he closed his eyes and fell back asleep, on my floor.
He shook his head, "Basket. Downstairs. You." I got up, entertained by his performance, and walked downstairs- not tired at all, for some reason. "Good, now I'm going back to bed," Jackson moaned as he stumbled to his room.
I rolled my eyes as I neared the package, "Lazy ass."
"I heard that, Miley!" My dad exclaimed from the kitchen, surprising me.
"Oh, hi, Dad."
"Hey, Darling. Up early to get your basket of goodies that you are most likely- and obligated- to share with me?"
"Apparently," I rolled my eyes. "Who the hell gets up this early in the morning to send me something?"
"Must be dedicated," he chuckled, setting the temperature on the stove to 'Low' so that it wouldn't burn our breakfast. Walking over to me as I held the basket, he began to examine it.
"Seems like it's from a boy."
"How do you know that?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to look at what he was holding.
"According to this, mystery man loves you," my dad shrugged, holding up the note and showing it to me.
On the note had many words that- even though I don't enjoy to read- I was itching to look over. "Huh," I mumbled, taking the paper with my free hand.
"Oh, and according to this, you know who it is," my dad added, holding a different piece of paper and showing it to me in confusion. And well, it obviously said, 'You know who this is ;P'.
That's when I knew who it was. But come on, wasn't it obvious? (A/N I mean, this is a Shiley :P) Am I that clueless as to be confused as to what boy would give this to me?
"You know, Miles. I usually don't like the boys you choose, but this one seems quite nice," my dad mused, picking up a muffin. "And he's got pretty good taste; in girls and foods!" He laughed heartily and went back to our breakfast making me roll my eyes.
"Yeah, too bad this boy is Shane Gray."
My dad paused, but continued to make the eggs, "Well, at least he's got some good things in him."
I rolled my eyes again before running up the stairs and to my room, holding the basket. Sitting on my bed, I tossed a banana nut muffin up and down, thinking. "Maybe I could throw these at his house." After a minute of thinking I shook my head and opened the wrapper. "Nahh." No need this perfectly good muffin to go to waste, right?
After taking a few bites out of the muffin, I decided to read the note.
She thinks I'm crazy
Judging by the faces that she's making
And I think she's pretty
But pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me
She calls me sweetheart
I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark
And she watches the sun
But she's the only one I have my eyes on
Tell me that you love me
And it'll be alright
Are you thinking of me
Just come to me tonight
You know I need you
Just like you need me
Can't stop, won't stop
I must be dreaming
Can't stop, won't stop
I must be dreaming
"Hm," I tilted my head as I went on eating my muffin. Come on, Miley, this is Shane Gray, here! All he is, is a heartbreaker. Remember? …But these muffins are pretty good.
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"Hey, guys," I smiled as I walked past my friends and to my locker.
They exchanged surprised looks before following in confusion, "You seem happy."
"You said that on the first day, and that happiness ended… pretty quickly."
"What is it?" Alex interrogated, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Don't tell me you egged Ally's house without inviting," Lilly scoffed, crossing her arms.
I giggled, "No, that's not it."
I began to take out some binder I didn't need today, when five muffins fell out. My friends stared down at them, then at me. "Um…"
No one said anything and Mitchie awkwardly leaned down and picked one up, "A muffin. Why do you have five muffins stuffed in your book bag?"
I shrugged, grabbing it from her hand and picking up the other four, as well. "I like muffins, why?"
"Isn't that a little…"
"What, do you not like muffins?" I shot to Oliver.
"Random," Oliver shook his head.
Rolling my eyes,, I grabbed the muffin that he took from my book bag from him, and opened it after I finished putting some things up. I sighed and closed my locker, throwing away the wrapper and eating the muffin. "This is so good!"
"Okay, I'm seriously wondering why you've become obsessed with muffins," Alex giggled awkwardly.
"I'm not obsessed. It's just- we have a lot at home, and I'm going to eat them! Besides, they're good." Right after I finished saying that I spit out some.
"Yeah, looks pretty tasty," Nate laughed, extending the word 'pretty'.
"Ugh, something was in there," I opened my mouth and took out a metal plaque that had words on it and blinked. "Looks like he is dedicated," I mumbled to myself as I read it.
"Who? Who's dedicated? And what is that?" They all blurted, jumping around to see what it said.
And she moves in closer
Whispering to me "I though I told ya"
And oh, she's playing games now
And I've figured it out, now that we're
Now that we're closer
Two kids, one love
Who cares if we make it up?
Her voice is sweet sound
All our clothes lay on the ground
She moves in closer
Whispers "I thought I told ya"
"Aww!" Someone gushed girlishly. And sadly, it was Oliver. What will we ever do with him?
"Did he write that?" Lilly asked, still looking at it.
I shook my head, "Nah, they're song lyrics."
"From what-"
"I Must Be Dreaming," I clarified before Nate could finish his question.
Then, at that exact moment, Shane Gray and his friends walked by. Shane glanced quickly at me, but long enough for me to see his smile and wink. His friends didn't notice, though.
I looked down, "You know, this could be about him and Ally. Maybe he's trying to tell me that he's over me and has moved on. Or well, moved back."
My friends looked at me incredulously, "Right. Right, and that's why this plaque says 'two kids, one love'. Him and Ally are not in love."
"You don't know that," I shrugged at Nate, eating more of my muffin, but eating it cautiously. Just in case something sharp appears, you know? "I mean, it did say something about clothes being on the ground? Shane and I never did anything like that. But, well, we all know Ally and him do that, like, what- daily?"
Sighing when the bell rang, I walked to my homeroom, my muffin in hand. This was going to be a long, torturous day. There was way to much going on in my mind.
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It was the end of school and I'd ignored Shane the whole time, even though I could feel his stares. As we walked down the hallway, everyone stopped and listened when a song began to play on the over com.
I bit my lip to stop from smiling, "Hm."
"Remember the day when we started this
And she made the shape of my heart with her hands
We tried to make some sense of it
But she called me on the phone and said
Tell me that you love me
And it'll be alright
Are you thinking of me?
Just come to me tonight
You know I need you
Just like you need me
Can't stop, won't stop
I must be dreaming
Go on and tell him that you love me
And it'll be alright
(I must be dreaming)
Are you thinking of me?
(I must be dreaming)
Just come to me tonight
And she moves in closer
(I must be dreaming)
Can't stop, won't stop
I must be dreaming"
Everyone looked around in confusion, but my friends and I just grinned. Some people were murmuring things about how they liked the song, why they think school played it, or who it was by, but no one really knew, but us.
"I wonder why they played that," A girl asked her friend as she passed by us.
"It's probably a senior's way of getting ready to propose to his girlfriend!" The other girl excitedly replied as they walked off.
The six of us just exchanged glances before busting out laughing.
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I sat at home watching T.V. lazily in the living room- I mean, doing homework-, when the doorbell rang. Groaning, I tilted my head back a little, "JACKSON! DOOR!"
"I'm doing homework! And since you're not, you go get it!"
"Miley Ray Stewart, you do your homework!" The bell rang again, and my dad added, "But first, get the door."
Loudly groaning so that they could hear, I got up and stomped to the door, opening it only to see Shane there, grinning at me. I began to shut the door in his face, when he grabbed onto it and stopped it. "Now, now, Miley. Don't you want to invite me in, first?"
"If I got a choice, no," I muttered, closing the door after he stepped in.
"Well are you coming over like that?"
"Well are you showing your face in public like that?" I mocked, crossing my arms, offended.
"No, I didn't mean that as an insult. I was just wondering if you were ready, yet," He chuckled, walking closer to me.
"What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes, going to sit down to eat a muffin. For some reason, the only one that had the plaque in it was the one that I ate second. …
"Jase said you were coming over today," He answered, not afraid of me in any way.
"Why would I-" I paused and mentally hit myself, "Oh… tell him I'm sick."
In class a while back, Jason and I were partners and we had to plan a meeting day. We picked the one farthest from no, both agreeing that we 'didn't want to see each others face any time soon- or ever, really', so we just decided on today.
Shane gave me a look of disbelief, then threw me over his shoulder- fireman style, catching me off guard. "What are you doing?!"
He didn't answered and I pounded on his back, feeling hopeless. Which was something I hated feeling- along with weakness, and when it came to Shane, love. "Did Jason tell you to do this?!" Who knew he cared to much about his grades.
"Nah, my heart was." Who knew Shane cared so much about me.
"Wow, that was damn cheesy. Now, put me down!"
"Bring her back by 10," My dad yelled nonchalantly from his room.
I scoffed and Shane let out a small laugh, "Will do, Mr. Stewart."
"Dad!"
Shane dropped me into his passenger seat and quickly jogged to his seat, locking the door and backing into the street. I was stubbornly crossing my arms and looking out the window. "I didn't bring my book bag."
"You're making a sculpture, and we already have all the stuff at our house."
"Well, why didn't he get Nate to pick me up?"
Shane grinned and looked at me, "You don't think I volunteered?"
"No, I don't," I looked back. "I thought you'd be with Ally, fucking her or whatnot."
He sighed and looked away, "Can we just leave that subject out of this?"
"What subject?" I played dumb, watching as he turned into his neighborhood.
"You know damn well what subject."
"Fine, let's talk about how much I hate you," I shrugged.
"I don't like listening to that, either," He shot me a look.
"Whatever."
There was a silence (their neighborhood is huge!), until I reached over and turned on the stereo, making a CD play. I heard I Must Be Dreaming from the album Can't Stop, Won't Stop playing and busted out laughing. He chuckled and I smiled, glancing at him, "I knew it was you!"
"I knew you'd know it was me," He simply answered, taking his eyes off the road long enough to wink at me.
As my laughter died down into giggles, I leaned back in my seat and just comfortably listened to the song. Only Shane could make me change from angry to happy in a few seconds.
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Like it? Hate it? Want to hug it? Lol anyway, I really need to get working on my LA homework. But I'm kind of scared to, because I have to write a story about an urban legend, and I'm kind of scared, since it's dark. Lol. I don't want to write it! I'll probably get nightmares… I have been getting scared at night, a lot. I'm now paranoid after the summer. I can't sleep if my doggy isn't with me, lol. I can hardly sleep if she is! But yeah, anyway, I should get working on it. Bye!
