Okay, so I really don't like this chapter, but I did three rewrites. I think that is no real good way to write this chapter. I tried my best...enjoy chapter twenty-five. (Wow...twenty five already.)
Disclaimer: It's the same thing every time.
LILLY'S POV
I woke up with Kevin's arm draped over me. I sat up, and felt the rush of all the memories rush back to me. I looked in the arm chair to see Miley sleeping on a sleeping Nick's lap. Joe was sprawled across two chairs. I sniffled, and willed the tears to not come pouring out of my eyes. I placed my head into Kevin's shoulder, and tried so hard not to cry.
"Hey Lil," Kevin's voice rang out. I picked my head off of his shoulder, and gave him a weak smile through the tears. They were flowing. I mean, did we break up or what happened. I looked over at his sleeping body, and noticed his tearstained cheeks. I didn't even do anything to him.
"What happened last night?" I asked, my voice cracking. Kevin pulled me closer to him, and I felt safe. It was times like these when I missed Tristan the most.
"Well, you came back crying, and eventually you cried yourself to sleep. That was only after standing up to Joe. Then, Miley was texting Cayce and I about Joe's condition. From what I heard, he was crying, hitting his head against the wall, telling himself how stupid he was, and threw a couple of chairs," Kevin said. I gasped. He was having a…I don't even know what he was having, but it seemed bad.
"Is he okay now?" I asked Kevin. I must have sounded like a little kid, but I didn't care.
"Ask him yourself," Kevin said. I turned my head, only to notice Joe stirring. I nodded my head. I got off of Kevin's bed, and gently shook Joe. He woke up, and didn't even look at me.
"Joe, come on. Look at me," I said, taking his head and turning it to face me. It was then I realized that his eyes were filled with tears. I didn't know what to do, so I hugged him. He hugged me back, and then I was pushed. I fell on top of Joe, but it just felt right.
"Cayce, stop it," Kevin said, like a parent trying to control their child. Cayce giggled, and I knew that she pushed me onto Joe.
"Sorry Kevy," Cayce said, in a little kid voice. I rolled my eyes, and rolled off of Joe. I was, now, lying next to him.
"I'm sorry," Joe and I said at the same time. We looked at each other, and started to laugh. I got a hold of my laughter, and we laid there in silence.
"You're sorry? I should be sorry," Joe and I said at the same time, again. We both started to laugh again.
"Ah…young love," Cayce cooed. I looked at her, and noticed that she was totally cuddling with Kevin. I rolled my eyes at her, and shifted my focus back to Joe.
"Okay, it was all my fault for not telling that nurse off-" Joe started, but I cut him off. I guess that I was becoming less headstrong because I was looking at this from his point of view.
"But, she was a fan, and you couldn't do that to a fan," I pointed out. Joe nodded.
"Yes, but I could have told her to not give me her number-" Joe started, again, but I cut him off.
"But, you could have accepted it," I, again, pointed out. Joe nodded again, and smiled.
"But, I could have told her not to say that about my girlfriend," Joe said. I nodded, and kissed his cheek. I think that we finally came to an agreement, and we were over that nurse.
"Are we still together?" I timidly whispered in his ear. He looked at me, and then kissed my cheek.
"I guess, if you still want to," Joe said. I nodded my head, and kissed his soft pink lips.
"Of course I do," I said. Joe flashed me a million watt smile, and noticed the nurse come in. It was the one that almost broke me and Joe up.
"Hey sexy. I never got your call," Cheyenne purred. Joe put his arm around me, and pulled me into him.
"Was that supposed to sound sexy? Because it sounded like you were tying to cough up a hairball," I shot back. I saw Cayce, smiling, and Kevin silently laughing.
"Was I talking to you?" Cheyenne spat. Joe held me tight; I was hoping that there was going to be no replay of last night.
"No," I said, in a venomous voice. Cheyenne looked taken aback, but continued checking his charts.
"Call me for some real fun. I'll be here until noon," Cheyenne said to Joe. She gave him a flirty smile, and glared at me, before leaving.
"I'm guessing that she's the same nurse from last night," Cayce said. I nodded, and Joe kissed my head.
"Oh, and I'm not trying to play any game with your heart," Joe said. We snuggled up next to each other, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Someone kissed my cheek, and slid their arms around my waist, before I drifted into a deep sleep; I'm guessing that it was Joe.
MILEY'S POV
I woke up, only to feel Nick's tight grip on my waist. I giggled, and observed the state of the room. It was peaceful, and everyone was cuddling with someone. I noticed that Lilly and Joe were all good again.
"Hey Mi," Nick said, his voice still cloudy from sleep. He sounded cute like that. I loved when he called me that, it sounded like he was saying my. I kissed his cheek.
"Hey Nicky," I said, his old nickname rolling off my tongue.
"I guess they made up," Nick said. I rolled my eyes, and smiled at the sleeping, cuddled couple.
"And made out," I said, giggling. I noticed Cayce and Kevin. They looked so peaceful. Kevin had his arms around Cayce, and she was slightly snoring. Kevin smiled at us.
"Hey Kev," Nick said. Kevin waved slightly, and I stood up to stretch. I looked at the calendar marking Kevin's days left in here. He was being released later tonight, and today I had an interview with Nick about the Hannah situation.
"Today is going to be a long day," I said, sighing. I stretched my arms out, and yawned. Nick laughed at my action.
"I know, and Kevin gets out," Nick said, now standing in front of me. I nodded my head.
"Yup, but before that I have that huge interview," I said, not bothering to mention that I was dragging Nick with me. I knew that I would have flipped in all of the sudden pressure.
"Yea, a big huge one, all by yourself," Nick joked, knowing that I was just playing with him.
"No, I am dragging you with me," I sang out. I heard Kevin laugh.
"Miley, Nick we have to leave to get you ready," Mrs. Jonas said, entering Kevin's room. She kissed his cheek, and gave a questioning look about Cayce. He just smiled, and brushed off that look.
"Okay, I am ready," I said, but only after writing Lilly a note. I ruffled Kevin's hair, and we left. Nick had his hand intertwined with mine, and his thumb was making circles on the backside of my hand.
"We are dropping Nick off at my house to get ready. Then, you and I will head over to your house, and we will get you all ready," Mrs. Jonas said as we got into her car. She drove up to my old house, and Nick got out.
"I'll miss you," I jokingly cooed as we drove away. She pulled into my driveway, and we got out. I opened the door, and saw Ms. Truscott cooking. My dad was sitting by the island, watching her cook.
"Hey, I have to get ready, and then I am off," I said, running into my room. Mrs. Jonas stayed downstairs. I changed into one of my aqua polos, and a denim miniskirt. I pulled a white jacket out of the back of my closet, and slid my feet into my Adidas, with the blue running stripe. This looked like a typical school outfit.
"Miles, can I talk to you?" My dad asked. I went over, and opened my door. He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.
"Sure daddy. I'm all ears," I said, positing myself to apply some makeup.
"Okay, now this is interview is either going to break or make your success in the music business. Now, all I want you to remember is to be honest, and have fun, bud," My dad said as I applied a little eyeliner.
"Thanks daddy," I said, giving him a hug. We pulled apart, and he kissed the top of my head.
"Oh, and Mrs. Jonas said to be ready in five minutes," My dad said, before leaving. I sat down, and did all of my makeup. I walked into my private bathroom, and started to lightly curl my hair. I finished, and noticed that I looked pretty good.
"Miley, you have to leave!" Ms. Truscott said. I ran down the stairs, but skidded to a halt when I saw Mrs. Jonas standing in the doorway.
"My baby is growing up," My dad commented, and faked a tear. I rolled my eyes, and smiled at him.
"We have to leave, come on Miley," Mrs. Jonas said. We went into her car, and drove to my old house. We sat by the curb, and honked the horn.
"I'll get him," I said, getting out of the backseat.
"Thank you," Mrs. Jonas said, as I left. I ran up the steps, an opened the front door.
"Nick! Nicholas! Come on!" I yelled through the house. I stepped into my old kitchen, and felt arms wrap around my waist. My first instinct, and action, was to scream.
"Mi, breathe," Nick instructed, twirling me around to face him. I playfully hit his arm, but only after I could breathe at a normal pace again.
"Jeez. Nick way to scare someone," I said, as Mrs. Jonas came running into the house.
"Miley, are you okay?" Mrs. Jonas asked me. I nodded my head, and she shot a warning look at Nick.
"Sorry, it was a mouse," I mumbled, trying to make everyone forget this ever happened.
"Well, come on," Mrs. Jonas said. She was totally caring one second, and then all like now, another. I started to follow, but Nick held my arm.
"Wait," Nick whispered. Mrs. Jonas left. Nick kissed me, and we soon parted.
"We really should get going," I said, feebly. I knew that as much as I wished to kiss him, I had to clear the air with the Hannah's fake thing.
"I know, come on," Nick said, running out to the car. We both slid into the backseat, our hands intertwined.
"Did you two plan to match?" Mrs. Jonas asked, a small smile on her face, and we started to roll down the street. I looked at Nick's outfit, and he observed mine. He was wearing dark skinny jeans, a blue button up shirt thing, and sneakers with aqua on them. I blushed.
"No," We both mumbled, obviously embarrassed by his mom.
"Okay, it's just down the road," Mrs. Jonas said. We pulled into a nearly empty parking lot, and she pulled into a parking place. We got out, and Nick placed his arm around my waist.
"Mom, we'll be inside," Nick said as we walked in the direction of the building. We walked in, and saw people bustling all over the place. We walked up toe the desk.
"Hello Mr. Jonas. Ms. Stewart. Down the hall to the left, second door on the right. Janine can show you where it is," The lady at the desk said, while holding the phone and typing on the computer. This girl must have had some multitasking skills or something. A tall woman with a mass of blonde curls walked up to us, and smiled.
"This way. Here it is," The lady said, I assume she was Janine. We walked into a small office. They was a desk, some were papers scattered on it, two big chairs, and one even bigger chair. There were awards and such on the walls. We sat in the two smaller chairs, and saw a very business looking woman walk in.
"Sorry I am late. I am Lauren Stevenson. It is very nice to meet you Mr. Jonas and Ms. Stewart," The woman, Lauren Stevenson said, shaking our hands.
"Please, call me Miley," I said, not wanting to be called something that made me sound like some old crusty teacher.
"Okay, so Miley I understand that Hannah Montana is your 'alter-ego'. Some people are even saying that it was used to con people into liking you, because of the blonde hair. We would love to only print the truth," Lauren said, not even seeming to take a breath. Nick squeezed my hand. Lauren noticed that, and I'm guessing that she made a mental note about that.
"Well, the Jonas Brothers needed a new opening act. Nick knew that I could sing, so he practically made me do it. I didn't want the whole paparazzi deal, so thus Hannah was born," I said, breezing over the topic. I didn't really feel like going into detail.
"Wow. Many people would kill to be in your position. Now, I see the hand holding. Are you and Mr. Jonas just very close, or is there some kind of relationship there?" Lauren said. Yup, I so called that question.
"I think Nick can answer this one," I said, not wanting to make a fool of myself. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and I noticed Nick's bright ears. We were both going to say something that we were obviously going to regret.
"Well, she had been a fan for years. She wrote letters to us, well mostly me, like weekly. She was, what I guess you would call, obsessed. Anyway, I soon realized that, when I moved to Malibu, that she was in my school," Nick said, motioning for me to continue. I saw even his face turning red, but at least his hands weren't fluffing up his hair.
"Okay, then we soon became very close friends, and then the whole Hannah thing. We started dating soon after," I said, finishing up the story very quickly. I really didn't like people poking their noses all up in my personal business.
"That is really some story you have there Miley. So, why choose Hannah Montana?" Lauren asked. I knew that this was coming, and I knew that some tears might be involved.
"Well, the name was chosen by my best friend in the entire world, Lilly Truscott. She suggested Hannah Montana, because Hannah is my deceased mom's name, and Montana just rhymed, making it catchy," I said, breezing through the subject. I noticed Lauren's face.
"Aw… I am so sorry. So, what songs are going to be featured on Hannah's new album?" Lauren asked. I wanted to just walk out. This was so boring, and a little personal.
"I have a whole book of songs, I have recorded nothing as of now, but I plan on working on that soon. It will definitely have the songs that I have played in concert, and the album is being released as Miley Stewart's, not Hannah Montana," I said. I looked around the room. Lauren was scribbling on a piece of paper, and Nick was smiling at me.
"So, is Hannah a goner?" Lauren asked. I had no idea. I mean I guess so, but she's the one who, technically, got me here in the first place.
"I guess so," I said. Lauren wrote some more stuff down.
"That's all for now. If you would just stop by the front desk, Janine would like to talk with you," Lauren said, opening her office door. Nick and I stepped into the hallway of busy-ness. We saw Mrs. Jonas, who was talking to the woman that led us to the room.
"Hello, this is Janine. She was wondering if she could have a few pictures for the magazine," Mrs. Jonas said. I nodded, and followed Janine, dragging Nick along with me. He didn't seem to mind though. They snapped a bunch of pictures, and finally let us leave.
"I can't see from all of the flashes," I said, being very overdramatic. Nick laughed, and I could sense that Mrs. Jonas was rolling her eyes.
"Come on, Kevin's getting out of the hospital in a half an hour," Mrs. Jonas said, emphasis on hurrying up.
Okay, so this chapter was long enough. Next chapter will include Kevin getting released and some more relationship stuff. I should update sometime during the week. Review please. Tell me what you thought about this chapter. Tell me which couple the next chapter will be based around. Tell me about your favorite song.