CHAPTER FOURTEEN
That Song You Wrote Me.
It has been a few days since Nick and I ran into my best friend on a date with my worst enemy. You could say that I've gotten over it, but my daddy taught me never to lie. It seems as if those two are hanging out more than ever and it is really getting on my nerves! I don't understand how Oliver can just stab me in the back like that without even caring that I'm hurting. Lilly doesn't agree with what he is doing either, so I guess I'm lucky she's on my side.
She's my best friend for a reason, and more than ever I am glad she is here.
"I just want to see her crash and burn!" I shouted, clenching my fists as Lilly, Nick and I sat in my dressing room waiting for them to call us on set.
Lilly nodded her head and continued rummaging around the make-up bag that was left on the counter, while Nick sat still and silent on the couch.
"She needs a major attitude adjustment," I stated before thinking up of another clever diss. "And a major make-over," I pursed my lips and looked at my reflection in the mirror. It seems like the make-up crew is going to have to do a little extra work with the cover up, all this stress is causing me to break out.
"Definitely a make-over. Did you see her hair today? Total rats nest," Lilly confirmed, causing a sly smile to appear on my face.
Spinning around in the chair to face Nick, I looked over at him. Why wasn't he saying anything?
"I don't see what Oliver sees in her anyways. He knows how she treats Hannah, so he should know what a total witch she is!" I continued, spinning back to look at myself in the bright, lit up mirror.
"Oliver's a doughnut Miley, we all know this," Lilly replied absentmindedly as she pulled out a container of blush and a brush and started applying it to her pale cheeks.
A few minutes passed as me and Lilly continued to bash Mikayla, and Nick sat silently in the corner, every once and awhile repositioning himself on the couch. What was his deal?
"Maybe she will get fired!" I laughed as I tried to imagine the director going off on Mikayla for being a total obnoxious brat, and giving her what she deserved.
Nick let out a loud sigh and I averted my eyes to him.
"I think Kevin's calling me. Later," He stated, quickly walking out the door and slamming it on his way out.
I stared at the door, silent. "What was that about?"
Without waiting for Lilly's response, I shot up and ran after him. At first I didn't see him, but once I actually looked around the set I saw him grabbing a cup of coffee from the craft service table.
"What's wrong?" I asked, standing behind him with my arms crossed across my chest.
"Nothing," He shrugged and took a drink from the cup. I didn't believe it for one second, he was upset about something and I had no idea what.
"Liar."
He turned away from me and walked over to his dressing room and walked in, letting the door close behind him. I couldn't believe he didn't even want to talk to me about it! I was his girlfriend, he could trust me. He was supposed to trust me!
"Hannah, why are you standing in front of my dressing room? Getting a look at something you can't have?" Mikayla laughed her stupid high pitch laugh, and I had to refrain myself from grabbing the coffee pot from the table and dumping it all over her head.
"In your dreams. I was talking to someone if you must know," I retorted, stalking off in the direction of my own dressing room. I wasn't ready to deal with Nick at the moment; I had to prepare for my scene with Mikayla.
On set.
"And action!" The director shouted from behind the camera, just as the little red light flashed on signaling us to start our lines.
"So how does it feel? How does it feel to finally get what you deserve Whitney?" Mikayla asked a very large smirk on her face. Oh how much I wanted to slap her one.
"I don't deserve anything, I'm not the one that took my best friend and turned him into my enemy," I had to keep myself from crying; this was all too real for me.
"He loves me, can't you just accept that?" She sneered, raising her eyebrows.
I shook my head. "He doesn't."
She cackled, throwing her head back and causing her hair to fall off her shoulders. "What do you know? You're just a little nerd Whitney, that's all you will ever be. I'm popular, rich, and loved. You are nothing. You have no one anymore!" She turned her back to me and walked off the set leaving my character, and me, dumbstruck.
Was I completely delirious, or was she not acting?
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Once again I found myself at the table filled with food and beverages, downing another cup of espresso.
"Whoa, take is easy tiger," Joe laughed, taking the cup out of my hand and throwing it, and it's continents into the trashcan. "Don't want to go overboard. Trust me, been there, done that. Not pretty."
I looked up at him, and didn't even try to laugh. He was trying to make me feel better, but I really wasn't in the mood to be cheered up. The only thing that could make me laugh was if the hairdresser accidentally shaved off Mikayla's hair.
He shifted his weight uncomfertably and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. I noticed he hadn't changed out of his characters clothes yet. "So we're all going out tonight, want to come?" He asked.
I could go out, have some fun, maybe forget about Oliver and Mikayla… but that would require actually not feeling sorry for myself. And at the moment, I really needed to.
"Who's going?" I asked, praying Mikayla wouldn't be making an appearance.
Joe bit the inside of his cheek and looked around the room. "Well, Kevin, Nick, me, Lilly, OliverMikayla," He said the last two names fast, actually thinking that I wouldn't hear them.
I took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Pass."
"Come on, you need to get out! Miley, I'm telling you this as a friend," He paused and rested his hands on my shoulders, bending down so we were eyelevel. "Get over it."
And with that, Joe let go and passed me to go change out of his clothes.
I stood in the same place for about five more minutes, staring at the stupid star with the most ridiculous name ever placed underneath it. Secretly I was hoping she would come out of the dressing room, just so I could let her have it.
Finally I walked into my dressing room, changed, and ran a brush through my wig. Once I was ready to go back to the hotel I placed a large hat over my head and a pair of big sunglasses over my tear filled eyes.
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"Bud come on, go with your friends," My dad said, trying to change my answer. I had told him a million times no, but he didn't take the hint to back off.
Finally he sighed and left the room with Lilly and Oliver. I heard them meet up with the boys and the she-devil, but just rolled over in my bed hoping to fall asleep so that this horrible day would come to an end.
A few minutes passed and I tossed and turned, not able to fall asleep. Finally I just decided to give up and logged onto the computer. Hannah mail always seemed to cheer me up.
I clicked my e-mail open and ran my eyes over the hundreds of new e-mails. What better night to reply to all my amazing fans?
Opening the first one I rested my chin in my palm and quickly read through it.
Dear Hannah,
I love your new show with the Jonas Brothers! It is the best thing because I get to see all my favorite celebs in one place! You, the boys, and Mikayla too!
I felt my insides drop. Was there no escaping Mikayla? I let out a loud groan of frustration and slammed the computer shut. Suddenly I wasn't in the mood to read fan mail. Crossing my legs yoga style on top of the bed I ran a hand through my hair and fell back against the soft pillows. My arms were now crossed behind my head as I looked up at the ceiling.
Mikayla and Oliver were probably having the best time with each other and all I was doing was sitting in my hotel room feeling sorry for myself.
"Maybe a Pepsi and Twix bar will make me feel better," I said aloud. Great, now I was talking to myself? Was I that lonely that the only person I could talk to was myself?
Whatever.
Jumping off the bed I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and pulled a long brown hoodie over my baggy t-shirt that I had stolen from Oliver's suitcase. Quickly I shoved my Sidekick into the pocket. My pants were a creamy colored sweat pants. Yah, I definitely wasn't feeling good enough to actually wear something flattering.
Opening the door I made my way down to the end of the hall where the vending machines were and chose exactly what I had told myself I would.
Once I grabbed them and shoved the chocolate bar into my pocket, I turned around quickly wanting to get back to my room as quickly as possible.
"Hey," Nick was standing outside the little room with his hands shoved in his jean pockets, leaning against the door frame. Why wasn't he with everyone else?
"Hi," I said simply, brushing past him. There was no reason to stop and talk, since I felt absolutely no need to talk to him after he slammed the door in my face at the studio.
"How come you aren't with everyone else? Joe told me he asked you today," He inquired.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Nick fell into step with me and we walked down the hallway slowly, in silence. Every once and awhile we would pass a room that seemed like they were having a party. It just made me feel worse to know that people were having fun while I was in so much pain.
"If you really want to know, I didn't go because of Oliver and Mikayla," I stated, deciding it wasn't really a big secret.
He groaned, which caused me to look over at him with a look of confusion on my face. "What?"
He shook his head, and pressed his lips together.
"What? Tell me why you groaned!" I asked again, raising my voice. I was definitely in no mood to play these stupid games with him.
"You don't get it," He laughed sarcastically just as we approached his hotel door. Shoving the key into it Nick pushed it open and I followed, without being invited.
"Get what? I seriously have no idea what you're talking about!"
He dropped down onto the couch and picked up his black acoustic guitar. Strumming a few chords he finally looked up at me.
"You are like obsessed with Oliver and his love life!" He rolled his eyes and blew a curl out off of his forehead. "Do you like him or something? Are you jealous?"
What?! Me, jealous of Mikayla because she was dating Oliver? Oh please, give me a break.
"What are you saying? Why in the world would I be jealous of Mikayla for dating Oliver?" I asked in disbelief.
"Because you are so obsessed with bashing Mikayla and Oliver just because they went on one date! Miley it was one date, get over it!" His voice was louder than usual and I couldn't help but feel like I was going to cry.
He strummed another few cords and I felt my eyes filling up with tears.
"I'm not jealous, I'm just concerned," I whispered, sitting down on the couch next to him. He didn't put his arm around me like he usually did, and it was breaking my heart. He didn't even move closer to me.
"I'm not," I said again, trying to convince him. I know I wasn't jealous, there was no way ever! The only thing I wanted was for Oliver to be happy – and he wasn't happy with Mikayla.
A few minutes passed and we both just sat on the couch, caught up in our own thoughts. I was about to get up when I heard him talk.
"I wrote you something.," He said, fiddling with the guitar pick in his hand. "I started it when you were upset and came over here a few days ago."
"Ok. Can you play it?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. No one has ever written me a song before.
He strummed the first few cords, then started singing:
Walked across the crowded street.
Sea of eyes cut through me.
And I saw you in the middle.
Your upset face, you wear it well.
You camouflage the way you feel,
When everything's the matter.
We've all been down that road before.
Searching for that something more.
World's spinning 'round.
There's no sign of slowing down.
So won't you take a breath?
Just take a breath.
People change and promises are broken.
Clouds can move and skies will be wide open.
Don't forget to take a breath.
Blink our eyes, life's rearranged.
To our surprise, it's still okay.
It's the way things happen.
Summer comes and then it goes.
Hold on tight, embrace for cold.
And it's only for a moment.
We've all been down that road before.
Searching for that something more.
World's spinning 'round.
There's no sign of slowing down.
So won't you take a breath?
Just take a breath.
People change and promises are broken.
Clouds can move and skies will be wide open.
Don't forget to take a breath.
Life isn't suffocating.
Air isn't over rated.
World's spinning 'round.
There's no sign of slowing down.
So won't you take a breath?
Just take a breath.
World's spinning 'round.
There's no sign of slowing down.
So won't you take a breath?
Just take a breath.
Take a breath.
People change and promises are broken.
Clouds can move and skies will be wide open.
Don't forget to take a breath.
World's spinning 'round.
There's no sign of slowing down.
So won't you take a breath?
Don't forget to take a breath.
Don't forget to take a breath.
His voice trailed off, and once he was finished I realized that I had tears forming in my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. Nick kept the guitar on his lap as he looked over at me.
"So, what did you think?" He asked me, with an anxious look on his face. That was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! He wrote me a song – not just any song, but a good song.
"I loved it," I was speechless.
A smile appeared, and it seemed as if his whole face lit up. I reached for his hands and took them in mine, looking deep into his brown eyes.
"I promise you, I'm not jealous. I'm just concerned. Oliver is like one of my best friends, and I'm just looking out for him," I stated once again, trying anything to get him to understand. I didn't want our relationship to end – it had just started, it was to soon for it to end. "Promise."
He looked down at our hands, keeping his eyes there. After a few silent moments he connected his eyes with mine. "Ok."
A/N: Sorry for not updating either of my stories in so long! I have just not been in the writing mood, and to be honest I'm getting a little sick of my other story haha. I will probably end it in like one more chapter or something so I can start on a different one. Anyways, here is chapter fourteen! Sorry if it is a little suckish, but I tried my hardest to pull something good out of me, and this is what I came up with. Thank you so much for your nice reviews! I love reading them; they just put a very big smile on my face, and make me try harder to update quick. So please hit the little button and leave your review. If you haven't reviewed before, don't be shy! Ok so I want to try to update my other story, but hopefully this will get updated by Friday. Oh, and if anyone has any ideas at all for Summer Love, please tell me I am running out haha!