I was jumping on his bed waiting for him to exit the shower. I got dizzy from the jumping and turned on radio hoping it might soothe me – or distract me.
She wants to touch me ooh ooh
She wants to love me ooh ooh
She'll never leave me ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh oh
Don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe
Don't trust a hoe, Don't trust me
Woah oh! My head started bobbing hectactly. "Don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe. Don't trust a hoe, Don't trust me!" Yelling and jumping on Nick Jonas' bed.
"Hey Miley…" A loud laughing voice spoke out. I flipped from surprise and ended up on the ground
"Uh, yup super bouncy!" I smiled lamely and slapped the bed.
Shush girls, shut your lips
Do the Hellen Keller, and Talk with your hips
"Heh," Nick smiled at my attempts to explain the loony things I was doing moments ago.
"So what's up Miley?" Nick took off his towel leaving him in a pair of basketball shorts. Did I mention a front row view to his wet abs. I felt my hands shake – wanting to just reach out and touch them.
"Ooh I want to bake cookies on your stomach!" I whispered softly quoting that chick from SNL.
"Huh?" He turned to me, obviously since he missed what I had said. Good.
"Just wanted talk," I looked to him observing the way his muscles moved. Sure, I saw him in a bathing suit but he was under the water. Well, except for when he kissed me and oh—Miley, don't even go there!
"Okay," Nick sat on the bed next to me making it sink slightly. "'Bout what?" He asked.
"Um," I bet Nick will be mad at Joe for telling me about what happened, so I probably shouldn't just come out and say it right? Possibly I could sucker him up to it, and then he'd explain because he wouldn't possibly know what he was telling me – since it's a secret I would assume that it's hard for him to talk about. Also since he turned down a deal with some record because of... conflict?
"Miley?" Nick whispered swiping his hand across my line of sight as a method used to grab one's attention.
"Yes?"
"What would you like to talk about?" He chuckled asking me the question again.
"Oh… Will you play me a song? I heard you playing the other night, and it was really good. Can I hear it?" I asked smiling. Nick look caught up in my eyes as I smiled warmly. My mommy always told me that there was this thing about me that no matter whom or where or when, I could always make the people in the room brighter by just the vibes given off from my aura.
"Yeah I can do that…" Nick walked over to grab his guitar. To my great disappointment, he threw on a shirt while doing so. Still, his freshly put on cologne filled my nostrils causing them to flair in pure lust.
"Well, I wrote this one about 2 years ago actually," Two years ago. Memories will always haunt me from that day when I was just a 13-year-old girl who just found out her mother was going to die a slow, painful death. No 13 year old should have to go through what I did.
"Alright, I'd love to hear it," Nick smiled but it quickly turned into a look of agony. I reached out to hold his hand. "Is there something bothering you?" I whispered. Ache flashed across his eyes once again, and I saw that he was torn up about something. Did selena break up with him? Or did it have to do with the song he was about to sing?
"Well, Miley. This song I was singing, it's really personal and I haven't actually showed anybody this song before." I nodded showing I understood waiting for him to continue. "And well, I'm not sure I'm ready to sing it yet," Nick sighed looking away.
"That's okay, whenever you're ready," I slipped my hand away from his. Bad move. Nick looked at me with sad eyes – which made my heart sink with a pain of its own – and took my hand once more to be held in his.
"I want to sing it to you," Was all he said before leaning in. I felt my body go tense, but it made no sense since on the inside I was a giddy teenage girl with a heart beating so fast I figured Nick could hear it.
"Uh." Shoot I ruined the moment with my stupid prepositions of action goddamnit!
"Well, I'll sing it okay?" Nick straightened himself up before starting to hum softly. Then I heard the chords on the guitar being strummed sweetly and melodically in perfect sync with one another. The notes so fragile and smooth I felt my brain melting into the melody without even the words to follow along with.
Got the news today
Doctor said I had to stay
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
When I thought it'd all been done
when I thought it'd all been said
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
But you don't know what you got till it's gone
And you don't know what it's like to feel so low
And everytime you smile you laugh you glow
You don't even know (no, no)
You don't even know
All this time goes by
Still no reason why
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
Waiting on a cure
But none of them are sure
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
But you don't know what you got till it's gone
And you don't know what it's like to feel so low
And everytime you smile you laugh you glow
You don't even know (no, no)
You don't even know (no, no)
You don't even know (no, no)
Yeah!
But you don't what you got till it's gone,
And you don't know what it's like to feel so low, yeah
And everytime you smile you laugh you glow
You don't even know! No!
(come on John!)
So I'll wait till kingdom come
All the highs and lows are gone
A little bit longer and I'll be fine
I'll be... fine
"Oh Nick it was beautiful!" I felt my eyes water as he sang those last notes almost silently really bringing out the quality and sound of his voice.
"Thanks," He whispered and turned away. I heard a sniffle. Nick's crying? It was an emotional song, and I did see him flinch every so often when he sang 'you don't know what you got till it's gone, And you don't know what it's like to feel so low,' which weakened my heart at his pained expressions. Oh poor Nick!
"No problem," I felt myself lean forward and turn him around to face me in the eyes. "Nick, what did you write the song about?" I whispered. Our conversations always seemed to be on big - emotional, strong - topics, but I always felt that we didn't need to talk. Whispering made it all the more private and special, signolizing that it's also only between us. I am one good girl at secrecy.
"I figured you'd ask that Miley," He turned me to. Hundreds of emotions flashed across his eyes. The ones lingering long enough for me to interpret were not pleasant. I think I felt sometihing breaking inside of me, even though I barely knew this boy. And I barely knew that there was anything left of me to break...
"This topic is really shaky for me," Nick continued on. I took his hand knowing that whenever he or Joe would take mine, it always made me calmer.
"And well, I honestly haven't told anybody about this other than my close family and my one best friend from New Jersey. Miles I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was 13, and I just haven't been the same since," Nick spoke the words, yet they just wouldn't completely register into my brain. I had an uncle who had diabetes, but the last I heard of it in a kid he died. Does that mean Nick is going to die young? These evil and terrible thoughts only made my mind explore deeper and deeper into the affliction.
"Miley?"
There I was. A 15 year old girl sitting on a bed of a boy - whom I have strong feelings for - and I feel like I'm 13 again. Agony stretching wide lengths throughout my body and making me shake. I was scared for my mom. I was scared for me. I was scared for Nick. "Are you going to be alright?" I choked out the words I had practically asked my mother every day for a year until I finally figured out that she would never be the same again. Even if she was still alive, she wasn't there anymore to be the one keeping our family together, a whole and stong again.
Nick looked relieved by my reaction which confused me. "Yes I'll be fine. I just have to monitor my blood pressure, and use insulin for the rest of my life. Or at least until its fully under contol I suppose. But yeah," He looked down again. I felt my arms wrap around his torso and immediately be squeezed tightly in return. Nick needed that hug just as bad I did right there, I could feel it.
"But you can still live normally yes? And finally send off all those hit songs of yours?" I nudged him hoping he would get into the subject that I was almost positive was related to the confession he just made.
"Oh uh, well I actually haven't sent a song in since the day I got diabetes," Nick said talking calmly. I wonder how he stays so easy on this topic. If I were him I swear I'd be balling by now.
"Why not? You're so good... Nothing's stopping you," I whispered the last part. Maybe there was something else he was hiding from me?
"Ah. There's where you're wrong Miley. My dad, well he's you know... Stereotypical? I guess you could put it that way. He likes to go with the flow, and if you're out of sync, he gets irrated. For instance, I skipped a football practice one time to go get this new guitar," Nick pointed to the corner showing a blue electric fender with silver and black stripes all along the bridge and neck of the instrument. "It was this special deal, and I knew that it was the only time I could get that baby right there.." Nick sounded so in love with it I almost laughed as his voice deepened showing the passion and feeling it gave him - even just talking about it. "Well anyway, Dad got pissed and said I wasn't allowed to 'ruin my dream' over some silly guitar." Nick looked back at his guitar and took a silent deep breath. I kept my eyes locked closely on him the whole time trying to unravel every move he made. "And when I got diabetes he said it was because I wasn't at football enough, and I spent to much time in my room with the guitar and some chips..."
"That's a piece of bullshit!" I yelled unable to contain myself. If my father ever did such a thing to me, I'd slap him silly!
"Yeah... Mom told me that it was heriditary! He's probably the side of the family who gave it to me..." Nick's voice kept trailing off. "I feel like I'm being torn in two separate directions. What people want for me and what I want for myself - except what I doesn't seem to be as important as what they want."
"Why does it matter what they want? You're the one who has to live with it - for possibly the rest of your life - so why should anyone else's opinion matter?"
"Well that's a fairly simplisctic way to look at it," He grunted back at my annoyed rebuttal. I suppose I should step it down a notch seeing where this conversation seems to be taking us already.
"Hey," I spoke out looking at the side of his face seeing as he wouldn't fully turn to look at me. "I think you should persue what you love, and don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not good enough. Or that you don't deserve what you want. Because Nicholas, I swear if you keep at it, I know you'll succeed. I mean with the talent you have ther--" I got cut off once more by the lips of this - what seemed to be hormonal - teenage boy, I didn't realize what was happening.
He pulled away suddenly. "Miley I'm sorry, I just honestly can't help it! There's every single voice inside of me telling me to go after you but I just... I don't know I can't!" That makes no sense!
"Why because your dad won't like me?" I was kidding, but my annoyance got the better of me.
"Mhm.." Nick mumbled and started off into a conversation by himself.
I scoffed with anger building. How could we become so close in so little time, then minutes later we are fighting? "Call me when you figure out what you want Nicholas," I took my jacket and headed for the door only to hear my name being yelled from his room. I ran into Joe on the way down the stairs. He smiled at me and gave me a hug, which I needed very much so, except didn't realize it until Joe actually hugged me.
"So tomorrow after school," Joe started making me laugh. Love. This. Boy. "May I take you out ice skating?" I giggled and nodded.
"It's a date. Well I gotta go okay? Cya at school," I kissed his cheek and headed for the stairs then exiting out the front door. I took one last glance at Nick's bedroom as I entered my room of my house. He was pacing around the room staring at his hands and then shaking them angrily.
My synopsis from our entire meeting was that I make Nick Jonas nervous and shaky. He would fidget and move around a lot. Not always for a good reason, but also that he made me feel the same way. Except for when I felt his heart breaking, mine would do the same. Oh mom, I think we have a problem.
Hey guys this is really important okay? So... I was wondering if you guys wanted me to write this as more of a third person, so i would write about how every one feels and thinks. That might be more interesting? Since I am currently only writing from Miley's POV, this would be a drastic change, but I am quite willing to do it. Just review please and tell me what you think. I'll be writing maybe a chapter in the future as a sample. But for this chapter and probably the next, I will have it still in Miley's POV (since I already wrote them in her POV). Thanks and Please please please tell me what you think.
Em. Reviews are essential guys!(&girls?haha)