Chapter Fourteen
Miley.
"Miley, what the hell?" Nick spat. Well, then, when the tables were turned it looked like he didn't like waking up early either.
"I can't sleep," I explained.
"Well, I can when you don't call at two in the morning."
"Make me fall asleep."
"I can't, I'm too tired to brainstorm ideas for you right now."
"Jeez, you're bitter," I mumbled.
He sighed, "Okay, fine. Close your eyes."
"Okay, they're closed," I told him.
"Now make a list of why you love me."
My eyes shot open as I sat up grinning. "You gave me something to do! Thanks, Nicky."
"What-I don't wanna know," he murmured sleepily as I heard him stifle a yawn. "Can I go to sleep now?"
"Yeah, baby. Sorry for calling you."
"It's your job to do crazy things," he laughed. "I love you for it."
"I love you too," I told him.
"Night, Mi."
"Wait!" I called after him.
"Mm?"
"Thank you for being so easy to write a list about."
"Thank you for being so high-maintenance."
I grinned a little. "Oh, my pleasure."
"I'm really tired," he groaned. For a split second I felt bad until I realized it was his job to do these types of things. "You alright to go make a list or drink red bull or something?"
"Yeah, I'm good now. Thanks for answering."
"You know I always will," he slurred. Jesus, this boy was already half asleep.
"Night, Nicky."
"Goodnight, Princess. I love you."
"Love you too."
I knew he waited for me to say that before he hung up. I smiled, pulling out a piece of paper and beginning to write the reasons down. This might just be the easiest thing I'll ever have to do in life. Nick was so easy to love, there were so many reasons. I started with the most important one.
He's always been there. Ever since the day we met.
I can call him at two in the morning and he's the only person who'd actually pick up.
He's the one person who always understands me.
He's adorable :)
He gives the best advice ever.
He lets me put his hair into a pony tail.
He plans the best dates.
He's never afraid to challenge me.
He knows exactly how to annoy me.
He claims he doesn't work out, yet has a rockin' bod.
Best. Kisser. Intheworld.
He always knows how to cheer me up.
Never ever takes me for granted.
He's loved me for five years now and we're still going strong.
He always surprises me.
He makes me face my fears.
I kept writing them, not hesitating once. I wrote until my hand cramp was bad enough that I couldn't continue. I didn't pause and I knew that Demi really didn't need or want that long of a list, but once I got going I couldn't stop. I really could write a billion reasons. Maybe more. Maybe even a trillion reasons. After all, this was Nick we were talking about. He's pretty darn amazing.
Then, once I stopped, I went back through and checked the ones that were my favorite reasons. Like He looks at me as if I'm perfect, when we both know I'm not and The way we can have a full on fight and the next second everything's perfect. My all-time favorite had to be number thirty-seven, though. The way he always calls me Princess. I didn't know why that was his nickname for it me, but he always did and it made my heart melt a little more each time.
Then, a problem occurred to me. How would I get this to her?
I glanced at the clock, dialing Nick's number again. I gave him two more hours to sleep. That was good enough. He was wasting his life away anyways.
"Miley," he greeted me, sounding much more awake this time. "What do I owe the pleasure to getting not one, but two calls in the middle of the night?"
"You have a good girlfriend."
"Yeah, good thing she's not clingy," his sarcastic side was already coming out. I'm glad to see that he didn't lose his wit in the middle of the night.
"So, I made that list, right? But how do I get it to Demi?"
"You decide she's not worth a list and don't give it to her."
"Nick, you're hilarious. But c'mon! I'm being serious."
"Joe is going to her set tomorrow. Leave it on your dresser and I'll stop by the side entrance and grab it before he goes, but Miley, you really need to get some sleep."
"I will, Nick. Just chill. I'm not even that tired."
"Miley," he started with his firm voice. It was the tone he always seemed to use when he wanted me to do something. I sighed. "Put the list on the dresser by your door and make sure the door is unlocked, because Joe is probably gonna get it, not me. He doesn't have a key. Now, go back to your bed," he instructed, continuing to treat me like a kid. I always listened to him, though. "Lie down and close your eyes. And I'm just gonna sit here on the other end of the phone, making sure you follow directions."
"You don't trust me?" I mocked hurt.
I could almost hear his mouth turn into that famous smirk he always seemed to wear around me. "Not when it comes to sleeping."
"Well maybe if you were over here with me-"
"We definitely wouldn't be getting any sleep then, either," he stated.
I huffed, lying down and closing my eyes. Actually, I was tired, straining to keep my eyes open, but I would never admit that to him. "I'm bored."
"Shh, no talking. Just sleep."
"But Nick-"
"Shh."
"It's important."
"What, Miley?"
I held back a laugh. "I can't get to sleep."
He didn't even reply, instead listening to me laugh.
"You done now?" he bluntly asked once I calmed down.
"No."
"Miley. Sleep. Now."
"But I'm not tired. And it's my life, why do you care if I sleep?" I sat up to stop myself from closing my eyes. I was so exhausted, but I'd never tell him that. It was too fun testing him.
He let out an airy laugh on the other end and I heard him shuffle in his bed. "You need someone to take care of you. I guess I decided it'd be me."
"Actually, I think I decided that. Didn't I call you?"
"You are such a pain in the ass."
"That's why you're so amazing. You put up with it," I told him sarcastically.
He laughed. "Why do I have the feeling that you're not laying down?"
"I am."
"Miley."
"Alright, fine," I shifted again so I was on my side. "Now I am."
"Okay, now you and I both know you're tired, so no more talking. You're going to sleep, got it?"
"Wait," I protested.
He groaned. "Last words, Cyrus. "
"I love you."
I felt him smile. "I love you too, Princess."
"Why do you always call me Princess?"
"No. You're sleeping."
"Please, last question, I swear."
"Goodnight, Princess," he murmured. Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world – which in his non-talkative world it might be – he didn't say a word for the rest of the night despite my many attempts to get him to. He didn't hang up, though, staying on the line with me until I fell asleep.
In that moment I grinned. I know that I didn't tell him too often and I probably should, but he really was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. I didn't have a very big list of people who I could call in the middle of night at a totally unreasonable hour and they'd always to mention answer twice. In fact, I didn't even had a list. I just had him. But that was more than enough. That's a big enough list for me.
Nick.
I held back about eighty yawns after getting awoken not once by my psychotic girlfriend, but twice in the middle of the night. Needless to say that my producers weren't at all thrilled. Then again, Disney was a small town and they worked with Miley before. The second I explained to them how she obnoxiously called they understood completely. If anything they praised me for putting up with her. Even they know that she's a handful.
"Is she any less energetic than she was a few years ago?"
Ha. I spat out in my head. "As if."
Still, a few hours later and there I was, on my way to see her. Again. Even though I'd already talked to her less than twelve hours ago. She apparently was bored from what my fifty-two new text messages said. I put it on my to do list to find her a new movie deal. My God, did I need it. Maybe then she would find someone else to be her entertainer. I wouldn't want that either, though. Then she'd have a life and we couldn't hang out so much like we'd been doing.
I was about to walk in and do my obnoxious entrance that she definitely deserved, but then I heard them. Demi was there. And I knew enough to know that if Demi was finally actually speaking to Miley that I better not interrupt. She'd kill me. Not to mention that I had to make sure Demi was being civil. I knew Miley would be, but with Demi, you never know nowadays.
"I, uh, got this," Demi stated awkwardly holding up a stack of papers. My eyes widened. Miley came up with that huge stack in two hours?
"Oh, that's cool."
"I'm really sorry," Demi told her, guilt dripping heavily off of every word. Even I almost felt bad for her. "I never should have gotten mad. I should have known that you wouldn't do this if you guys didn't really love each other."
"Yeah, you really should've," Miley told her. But I heard it there. This time, she was the one who was mad. I didn't think Demi had picked it up, the bitterness was well hidden behind that innocent face and angelic voice, but if you listened close enough, it was definite that Demi wasn't forgiven.
"We cool?"
"You know," Miley started in that singsong voice she always wore when she was about to set someone straight. I bit my lip. Well, Demi definitely knew she'd pissed her off now. "While I made this list, in the middle of it, I realized that I wasn't doing this for you. I wasn't doing this because I wanted my best-friend back, I was doing this to prove to myself that my best-friend was wrong," She paused for a few seconds. "I did it to make you realize that you're wrong, and honestly, to make myself realize that I don't think I want to deal with you anymore. Because I don't think you're worth it anymore."
"What? Miley-"
"Do you even remember these past few weeks?" She asked, her voice rising. This is the part where I would know enough to shut up. "You called me a slut. You basically said that I didn't know Nick. You said we were going to-"
Then again, no one knew Miley as well as I did, not even Demi. Which is why she decided to keep talking. Not only keep talking, though, she decided to actually interrupt her. I shook my head. If only she knew how much that would piss her off. Miley wasn't good with interruptions in the middle of speeches. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean it, I was just mad at you and-"
"You were a bitch, Demi. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it for you. And right now, even though Nick hasn't actually said it, I think the only reason he's so supportive of us being friends is because it's obvious that you hurt me and he doesn't want to see me like that."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Yes you did. You wouldn't have said it if you didn't want to get to me."
"Miley-"
"Just leave."
"But-"
"You said, that if I walked out of your room that day, I wouldn't be coming back," She told her softly. She was using her mature voice. Where she tried to act like she was all grown up and could handle the world in her hands. I knew better than to believe it. "I didn't realize it then, but I didn't want you to come back."
I inched closer to the door, trying to hear a little better. I knew Demi was getting Miley's words through her head. I felt bad about it, but a part of me felt the freedom for her. Miley was finally letting go of someone who had been holding her back.
"So, this is it, then?"
Miley's voice couldn't have sounded anymore emotionless. "If you want it to be."
"You know I don't," she hissed. "I'm telling you now, that I don't want this to be it. You know that."
"Actually, I don't anymore," She shot one of her witty comebacks back. She'd been holding all of them in for too long. Demi deserved them all and I had a feeling that if this conversation continued many more would pour out.
"This isn't my fault," she told Miley as if she was trying to convince herself.
"I just can't believe you could think Nick and I weren't right for each other."
"I didn't," she protested.
"You thought that from the second you were mad, and now you're just running to catch your mistakes," Miley stated, crossing her arms. "This time it's time for you to prove yourself because I don't feel bad about Nick and I anymore."
"If it makes a difference, I'm really sorry."
Miley hesitated and for a second I thought she was reconsidering everything. "I'll see you around, Demi."
I heard footsteps moving around and a door shut and knew that she'd left. Miley had really just ended it.
She sighed louder than I'd ever heard her before and knew that even skydiving couldn't relieve her from the stress she has following her.
"Did you enjoy the show, Nick?" Her voice was bitter and sarcastic. I knew better than to pretend I wasn't there, walking into her room sheepishly instead.
"I'm sorry, Princess."
"Nick, stop. We both know you're happy." She sat down on her bed, a pout covering her face.
I simply sat next to her, not saying anything in response. What would I say? That I'd be totally thrilled if they were best friends again? She'd call my bluff in less than a second. She could read my voice like it was a new movie script.
"You okay?" I grabbed her hand. She immediately began playing with my fingers as she nodded.
"Fine. I told you once and I'll tell you everyday, I'd pick you over her any day."
"No one's asking you to choose, Mi."
She shrugged a little, looking up to me. "She already did, remember? Just because she isn't happy with the decision doesn't mean she can take it back."
"Don't make fun of me, but you've grown up a lot this past year."
She moved, looking up at me and giving me her world famous smile. I made her give out that rare smile that I honestly was beginning to think was slowly disappearing. It was dying by the second. The first time I really saw it was when she found out she'd be jumping off a plane.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Last year we both know you wouldn't have handled the situation like that."
"Last year I was fighting with you," she crossed her arms. "My fights with you are much different."
"Last year, whether it was with me or not, you would have at least hinted at it in an interview, made a comment at a concert, you would have somehow made it public. This year you didn't."
"I guess your maturity is rubbing off on me."
I laughed, shaking my head and pulling her closer. "I'm glad you chose me, Miles. And the only reason I didn't think you should forgive Demi was because I know for sure that you could get a better best-friend than her."
"I have you. That's enough for me," she murmured, drawing circles on knee cap. "You wanna see the list I made last night? I think you'll like it. But it might give you an ego. Oh, wait. You already have one."
"Let's see," I smiled.
She handed it to me and at the very first reason I knew I picked the right one. I knew that she was the only one I could ever spend the rest of my life with everyday and never get sick of. I knew that I was luckiest guy alive and dead and that I wouldn't change anything even if I had the chance to change everything. I knew she was perfect.
sorrry for the delay. you don't even want to see my homework. ha. oh, but swim team is over after tuesday, so hopefully things will get easier then:)
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