AN: Hi. Hope you like this chapter. Ok. Bye.Oh.Wait.This is in Lilly's POV. Yup. OK. And this was inspired by the songs "Teardrops On My Guitar", "Bubbly", and "Bleeding Love".Yup. Bye
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Man. I can't believe this. How many times must I be caught doing something wrong? When it really is not wrong. But the people suspect it is. And blame me. I cry. Get depressed. And cut myself. Okay. So I don't cut myself. But I might as well. I mean it is like people expect me to be emotional all the time. The truth is I am just sensitive. Nah. I am...Well. Just me. I don't raise my voice. I never stand up for myself. So. I end up getting taken advantage of. And it sucks. I mean I am eighteen with the self defense method of a five year old. I get caught doing something that is considered 'wrong'... And I just stand there. Silent. Hoping a miracle would happen to shut the person up. Like a random hobo drunk enough. He would chase the person away from me. Or a child. Beating the person randomly up. It would be considered convenient. Too convenient. And then I would get blamed again. Joy.
And you must have no idea of what I am speaking of. So. All I do is work. Do what I am supposed to do. Try to make a profit in my life. I come to the studio expecting no surprises. I come excited. Working on a genius role for a show. I worked with Darren on a kissing scene. It was very intense. It was just acting but it felt so real. It made my mind fly back to my kiss with Nick. It starts in my toes. and I crinkle my nose. The feeling shows. When he kisses my nose. He made me smile. Just for a while. Wherever he goes. My mind was congested with flashbacks. I started to loose my grip. I felt very uneasy. But luckily for me. Darren had a firm grip. To keep me from falling. The flashbacks made me want to cry. Made me want to see his face. It was a necessity. The pain was huge. I was closed off from love. I did not need the pain. One or twice was enough. And it was all in vain. There is the rush that came with his embrace. In this world of loneliness. My heart is crippled by the vein that I keep on closing. Its draining all of me.
And right after I finish the scene. He pops up out of nowhere. I swear. I would love to have a huge hammer. And play wack-a-mole. Or in this case wack-a-Nick. He gives me a look of sadness and starts to walk away. First he comes to my studio. Watches my scene. And when its time for a chat he just walks away. Coward. Then I say his name.
Saying 'Nicky' would be too cruel .Even if I hate this pathetic loser. I don't think he deserves being called an awful and childish nickname. But I was pretty sure Miley used to call him that. Probably still does. Poor boy. I almost pity him. Feel bad for him. Too bad he deserves a rude girlfriend like her. I think he came to apologize. Or yell at me. But even if. I knew one thing. I was definitely not prepared for this encounter.
He turns around. With a hopeful look. Just like a child. I almost chuckle. But I decided to keep a straight face. Showing any sign of emotion would be suicide. He would think I like him and stay longer. I just want him to leave. And stay out of my life. And just when I think things would not get any worse. I hear a sharp voice which breaks the silence. She asks him his purpose of being here. He just shrugs. Great. So he really does not care. Fantastic. I feel so great. What a waste of time. Existence.
I knew I should have kept quiet. I have always kept quiet. I have always tried to ignore her words. Thinking she could not get to me. I was wrong. Every time I kept silent. I gave her a reason to keep yelling at me. And every word would raise my anger. My confidence would need to boom. I needed to say something. I need to yell at her. My anger caused me to cry. She was the reason for all the drama. She was the reason for my unhappiness. And him. He was the reason I stayed up at night. I would never get any sleep. I would just pray. I would cry. I would stay quiet. But not anymore. The silence must end. Her drama must end. He must get off my mind. I know it is impossible. But it hurts too much.
It hurts to hear the couple name ,'Niley. It hurts to hear how happy they are. I strum a guitar at night. Sit on my bed and sing softly. I remember the old Lilly. I was horrific. Her songs were puke as it was. I thought I sounded good. But once my heart was put into a song. My voice would be heard. By me of course. It was a cry for help. To no one in particular. Nick Jonas was the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing keeping me wishing on shooting star. I always keep singing. I don't know why I do .Man. I just crossed the corny line.
When I finally came back to reality I looked at Miley. She was broken. She needed to find a way to pleasure herself. And Nick was not that. I heard this from Joe. She was hopeless. She was the villain in my story. In my life. It would have not been any different without Nick in it. It was not like a guy came between our 'friendship'. I would still despise her. She was glaring at me. Blaming me again in her mind. I could tell. Her glares showed it all. I wondered if Miley cried. If she cried at all. I wonder if she ever reflected on her life. How she treats others. Me. Her family. Her friends. Everyone. She is not superior. She is nothing for me to be intimidated of. I cleared my throat. And raised my voice.
"Nick. Why are you here?"
We all wanted the answer. It twinkled in my eyes. Showed in her expression. She was confused. Her thoughts probably was he was cheating on her. She assumed the worst. She did not hear any of our stories. I would only walk out of here ,satisfied, if the truth was revealed. We waited patiently for him to speak. He was probably trying to come up with an answer.
"I don't know. I wanted to talk to you."
Miley and I spoke at the same time. Saying the same thing.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I felt like I needed to apologize. I regret the mistakes I made in the past."
Miley was shocked. What is with people being shocked today?
"Lilly..."
I did not respond. I just became alert. I became interested with what he has to say. He was struggling with his words. He was struggling with Miley being there. I knew what he had to say was important. Miley did too. She knew what he was saying. Tears started rolling down her face. She tried to stop him. She started sobbing.
"Nick! No. Don't you dare say it."
He sighed looked at her. Then twitched. He was going to say something else.
"I don't love you. I feel nothing for you."
Well. That was a waste of time. I already knew that. But still I did not feel comfortable. She did it again. She won. He in just putty in her hands. This is it. I just stared at him. He tried to touch my face. I flinched. And backed away. I shook my head. Trying to prevent the tears from falling. It was too late. I closed my eyes shut.
"Lilly..."
He tried to say something comforting. Why did I care? It might be true. I really felt something for this moron. Karma bites. He tried to get close to me. I brushed him off. It was the end. I did not need this. I thought he was meant for me. Why must the guys I like always be jerks? Maybe I should be a lesbian. And just date all the bitches in the world. It was all too over dramatic. And I knew I was over reacting. But I could not take it anymore. I could not handle it.
"No! Get off me!"
I screeched the worst. I glared at him through my tears. This would really mess up the make-up. But I did not care.
"Just stop. Just stop it! Nick. You keep playing games with me."
"Lilly..Calm down."
Who does he think he is? Telling me to calm down. After he basically killed me. Murdered me. He took a knife a stabbed it through my hearts. The wounds would never mend. The world would never exist for me any longer.
"NO! Nick...Just leave me the fuck alone. I am sick of this drama. I don't need this!"
I kept screaming. People looked at the scene. They thought I was crazy. I must have looked like a child throwing tantrum. And even if it was pouring outside. I decided to run. And never come back. To this bitch and this loser. To this drama.
I kept running. He screamed my name. He ran after me. And when he finally caught up to me. I fell into his arms. And sobbed into his shirt. I hated this. I hated him. We were soaked in the rain. He took my chin and caused me to look up at him.
I whispered in a deadly temper.
"Why do you not love me?"
Why did I say that? Now he would think I do. And then it off to the 'pathetic things to say' book. If there is such thing.
He spoke. It was soft. It was breathless. But the words kept my heart beating. And my blood pumping.
"I do."
And then he kissed me. It was so weird. But right. I felt so pathetic. Being stuck in this corny Cinderella story. He walked me to a apartment building. It was his. We needed to have a honest talk. Just me and him. But first. I needed to change.
AN:I just wanted to tell you. I'm thinking of ending this story soon. I am thinking of making a sequel. With a pretty different plot. But this is not the last chapter. There will be a few more.
-SweetSmiles16
