Trainwreck
Peter Pan And Wendy Turned Out Fine
A/N: See? I didn't lie, I did update exactly the date I said I would, so there, imma not a liar. Would you all do me a favour, and read Abandoned? I would really appreciate that. NJK nominations... thank you guys SO much, Impressions was nominated in best romance, You So Don't Deserve Me was nominated for best OneShot, and I was nominated for best new author. I know I won't win anything, but I don't really care, its an honour just to be nominated. So anyway, there's going to be two more chapters after this one, and then imma finished with this story, tear :)
T r a i n w r e c k -
If time were still, the sun would never never find us, we could light up the sky, tonight I see the world through your eyes, leave it all behind.
If its you and me forever, if its you and me right I'll be alright, we're chasing stars to lose our shadows,Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine, so won't you fly with me.
Maybe you were just afraid, knowing you were miles away, from the place where you need to be, and that's right here with me.
T r a i n w r e c k -
"Please can you tell me where we're going?" She pleaded for what seemed the fiftieth time, an irresistible pout on her lips.
"Don't use that face on me Mi, it won't work." He looked away from her when he saw the adorable expression on her face, gripping tighter onto the steering wheel and fixating his gaze on the road in front of him.
"Then why are you looking away?" She smirked, tilting her head slightly to the side and twisting a strand of her curly hair around her finger.
"Because your meant to concentrate on the road when your driving." He lied through gritted teeth, begging his eyes not to move from where they were now frozen, because he knew if he saw her pout he would cave, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Liar liar, pants on fire." She chanted in a sing-song tone gleefully, knowing how badly she was driving him insane.
"Miley." He whined in protest, wishing that she would stop torturing him like this.
"Alright, keep your curls on Nick, I'll stop I, I guess I can wait." A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she leaned back against the black leather car seat, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Thank you, I can finally look at you again." He chuckled jokingly, taking one hand off the steering wheel and resting it upon hers.
"Are we there yet?" She asked, her eyes fluttering open as she felt warmth on her hand. A small smile adorned her face when she saw his hand on hers.
"You sound like a little kid when you say that." He laughed at her antics.
"You didn't answer my question." She lightly slapped him on his arm, knowing that if she tried any harder, she'd end up hurting herself and not him.
"Almost there, be patient young one." He childishly stuck his tongue out at her.
"Young one? I'm only about two months younger than you!" She exclaimed, slapping him with much more effort this time. "Ouch." She sulked, pulling her hand onto her lap, before sending him a death glare. If only looks could kill. Well, a girl can dream.
"Awh, I'm sorry that my arm hurt your hand Mi." He returned her glare with a sweet smile, smoothly turning the car in to the car park.
"You should be." She muttered, jutting her bottom lip out. He sighed, stepping out the car, and slamming the door shut. He walked over to her side, opening up the door for her.
"You look so cute when your mad." He lifted her out the car seat, and placed her firmly on the ground, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "You look even cuter when are your lips are against mine."
"Is that just an excuse to kiss me?" She asked, spinning around in his arms to face him.
"Pretty much, yeah." He nodded in agreement and crashed his lips against hers before she had a chance to protest.
T r a i n w r e c k -
"C'mon Tay, you need to talk to him, you guys will never sort things out if you carry on avoiding each other." Demi begged the stubborn blond seated opposite her. They had been arguing about this for over an hour now, and had got absolutely no where.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not doing that, if he wanted to see me, he could come right over, its not like I live in another city." (A/N: In my story, Taylor lives in California, 'cause I think she lives in Nashville in real life :)
"The only reason he won't come over is because I said so. I told him you needed your space, and he should give you a little time. He's putting your feelings first, so maybe its time you do the same thing." She said in a frustrated manner. Convincing Taylor of something was the most tiresome job a girl could get landed with.
"Can we please just drop the subject? I'm tired of arguing over someone who doesn't give a damn about me or my feelings." She spat with a malicious glint in her usually sparkling eyes.
"Oh for damns sake, please except the fact that he does give a a damn about your damn self!" She yelled across the room, the whole room dropping into a deathly silence.
"You will regret not going to see Joe, trust me." Demi jumped off the bed, and stormed out Taylor's room with a sharp slam of the door, leaving the broken hearted girl in tears, her head cradled in her small arms.
Now when your dealing with two equally stubborn people, you have to be smart, and you have to be sneaky, two things that Demi was an expert at. Not that anyone knew. Sneaky, remember?
Somehow, she had to drive those two together, or they would both remain utterly broken. They needed each other, and as much they denied it, they would end up together, and in the end when they were living in their fairytale, they would come back to thank her. They better, after all the effort she was putting. Superstar's these days.
T r a i n w r e c k -
"You are unbelievable Nick, this is so sweet of you." She ran her fingers through his neat curls, and wrapped her free arm around his torso, dropping a sweet kiss on his lips.
"Well this is our beach, its the place where I first asked you to be my girlfriend, where I told you about my diabetes, where I first told you I loved you, and the date where Taylor ended up in hospital, so we had to have our three year anniversary here." His arms tightened around her waist when she tried to pull away, lifting her next to him.
"You forgot something." She pointed out, shifting her petite body around to face him directly.
"What did I forget?" He asked, his face scrunching up in confusion. He was pretty sure he'd mentioned everything that had happened at this beach.
"This was also the place where you broke up with me." She replied with a cheeky smirk. His face fell when she mentioned this, as he looked up to her with sorrowful eyes.
"I'd prefer to forget about that one if you don't mind." He spoke in a soft tone, lacing his hand through hers.
"I'm sorry Nick, I didn't realize that... never mind, I shouldn't have brought it up." She stopped herself in the middle of a sentence, quickly changing her words. He sensed something was wrong, but decided to ignore it for now. Tonight was meant to be perfect, just the two of them, finally spending some time alone.
"Let's just drop it, I don't want us to fight tonight." His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer towards him. A small smile crept upon her face, as she dropped herhead, burying it into his chest.
"I wish things were always as perfect as now." She mumbled.
"Me too, but unfortunately life isn't a fairytale, because people like the press exist." He smiled up on her, tangling his hand into her soft curly hair.
"That may be true, but being with you is like living in my own fairytale." She lifted her head off his chest, and sat up straight, locking her gaze with his intense one.
"Well I know you'll be my Wendy."
"And you will always be my Peter Pan."
T r a i n w r e c k -
"Demetria Devone Lovato, if you don't unlock this door right now, you are not gonna live to see daylight." She threatened her friend, ignoring the existence of a particular Jonas boy sitting beside her while picking clothes off himself.
"Tay, that's you not me, I'm not the one locked in Nick's wardrobe, that's you, you'll be lucky to see daylight in a week if your carry on acting the way you are at this present moment." Demi grinned on the other side, seated on Nick's bed. Yes, she locked them in a wardrobe until they sorted out their issues.
"If I ever get out of here, I will kill you." The extremely angry blond girl threatened through gritted teeth.
"Good luck with that, I'm going to go tell Denise what I did, I'm pretty sure she'll approve, see you guys later... or not." She laughed quietly to herself, racing down the stairs.
"I think we do need to talk." Joe finally decided to speak up, look up to meet her gaze. She decided not to speak, because she knew she would regret whatever came out.
"I'm sorry for what happened, I really am, and I gave you space like Demi told me too, but its been almost a month since it happened Taylor, we need to talk about it." (A/N: If your wondering what the fuck they're talking about, it's when Nick&&Miley went on their date and Taylor&&Joe spied on them, and yeah they haven't talked since that argument :)
"I guess so." She spoke softly, not daring to look at him, and instead keeping her eyes locked on her hands.
"Tell me how you feel, you have to be honest with me, I want to change whatever I did wrong, but I can't do that if your just going to be mad at me without telling me why." He grabbed both her hands and lifted her chin up to look at him.
"Have you seen how Nick and Miley act together? Like how special Nick treats her? Like how he shows how much he loves her?" She asked him in a hoarse voice, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.
"Yeah." He nodded, wondering what she was about to say, and dreading it simultaneously.
"I just wish that you would treat me the way Nick treats Miley, its like we're not even dating, I feel like you don't even care about me Joe. You were just up for the challenge to get me back, and now that that's done, your bored with it." She finally opened up to the emotions she'd been bottling up, but still let not a single tear fall.
"You know that's not true, I love you, and I always will, no matter how much of a jerk I am. I didn't know that you thought.... I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't care, and I really want to make it up to you." He dropped his hands from hers and slid them around her waist, tightening as he pulled her in and pressed his lips against hers.
"Forgive me?" He whispered softly in her ear, his hand resting on top of hers. She nodded, finally letting her tears spill as freely as they wanted. "I really do love you, never forget that Tay." He brushed away her tears and leaned into kiss her again.
Yay! Happiness in JaylorVille again! So yeah, I know its short, but I updated much faster than I usually do. I'll be updating again next Monday. So don't count on Joe and Taylor being emotional around each other again. It's not really how they are, but Joe will be changing, and he'll be trying to put her feelings before his. Sorry for the crapiness of my writing, but I really can't write in third person, only in first person really. Check out my story Impressions please, and review while your at that. Speaking of reviews, ten reviews for next chapter? I'd like to break 100 before this story ends :)