Here it is. I honestly don't think this is one of my better stories, but tell me if you like it.
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We had been best friends up until the day we both went our separate ways to college.
He was going across the country- to Dartmouth, but I was staying in California to attend Stanford University.
"Call every day," I made him promise, and then he left.
I watched as his mom and dad drove him to the airport, and that was it.
He was gone.
Nick never broke a promise.
But, not one day did he call.
The first few nights, I would sit up, staring at my phone, as if some miracle would occur, and the phone would ring, and he would be on the other end of the line.
Then, I got the message that he had more important things to do, more important people to talk to.
I tried to forget him, like he had obviously forgotten about me, but my attempt was unsuccessful.
By the time my last year of college came, I had a friend, Selena, and the thought of Nick no longer broke my heart.
"Miley, it's the weekend! What are you doing?"
I ignored my best friend, and continued to read.
Selena grabbed the book out of my hand, and read the cover out loud.
I had no time to protest.
"Twilight? What the hell?"
She tossed the book out of the way, and I glared at her.
She pulled me off of my bed, and dragged me to the door.
"We're going shopping."
It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.
She continued to drag me out of the apartment building, to her car, and she drove to the mall.
I didn't protest.
I loved going to the mall as much as the next average American teenager.
So, when we walked out of the revolving doors, our arms were each carrying about fifteen bags.
We were laughing and drinking Expressos from Starbucks.
My dull mood from this morning was lifted.
We drove back to our apartment building, and she walked up to the second floor.
My apartment was on the first. I waved goodbye, and heard her fumble around for her keys upstairs.
I entered my own home, and threw my bags down on my sofa.
It was nine o'clock at night, and I was beat, so I changed into my pajamas and went to sleep.
I was frantic, awaiting my graduation day.
It was only three days away, on Friday, and every day up to then seemed like a decade.
Selena and I had both found jobs in New York City, and we were flying up there on Monday.
Graduation Day finally came, and I was no less excited.
My last name was Cyrus, so I was one of the first called.
I practically danced up the steps to the stage, and accepted my diploma.
I walked across the stage, shaking hands with a bunch of people, half of which I didn't know from Adam.
I heard the audience clap and cheer, and I smiled.
I ran down the steps, and took my seat again.
I sat through about three hundred people's names before Selena's name was called.
I smiled at her when she caught my eye, and gave her a thumbs up.
She smiled back, and shook the last Professor's hand.
When the names had been read through, and everyone graduating had their diplomas, everyone threw their hats up in the air.
The auditorium was filled with dark blue hats, raining down by the hundreds, and loud cheers.
I caught one, placed it on my head, as did everyone else, and turned the tassel from the right to the left, as was tradition.
I weaved through the masses of people and their family to find my parents.
They looked lost, obviously trying to locate me, also.
My little brother was there, too, and when he saw me, his eyes lit up, and rushed into me, nearly tackling me to the ground.
"Mileyyy!" He yelled.
"Hey, Jake, what's new?"
I smiled, tousling his hair.
"Hey," He began to protest, but my mom spoke up.
"Congratulations, sweetheart. We'll miss you in New York."
She leaned forward to hug me, and began to cry.
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, and turned around, and saw Selena standing there, a smile stretched from ear to ear.
My dad smiled, indicating me to go with her.
I let her grab my hand, and she pushed through the crowd, and we walked back to her apartment.
"We're celebrating! Go change, and meet me back up here," Selena ordered.
I went downstairs, and into my apartment.
I slipped into a royal blue dress, and let down my hair. I redid my makeup, and walked back upstairs.
Selena had the music cranked up to an 'Annoy the neighbors to hell' volume, and the beat was infectious.
"Do you have any plans with your family before you move to New York?" I asked her.
She shrugged.
"Nope. Not that I know of."
I smiled.
"Great,"
Her expression became confused, with the slightest hint of worry.
"What?" Selena asked.
I shook my head.
"Nothing... it's a surprise."
I knew that, as long as she'd been living in California, that she'd never been to L.A., and that it was her dream.
It was luck that my parents wanted me to come visit for a couple days- and that they said I could bring someone along.
Selena would be ecstatic.
"Honestly- where the hell are we going? Usually it's me dragging you out of the house- not the other way around."
I laughed, and pulled into the airport parking lot.
A smile began to play on her lips.
"Where are we going?" She said, laughing.
"You'll find out soon enough- be patient!"
"Flight 101 departing to Los Angles at 3:53, now boarding first and business classes," the loudspeaker announced.
"Thats us," I confirmed.
Selena looked shocked, frozen in place.
She finally spoke.
"L.A.... We're going to L.A?"
"Not if you don't get up, we're not!"
She immediately stood up, and rushed to the line waiting to board the plane.
The flight was boring- we were listening to our iPods basically the whole time.
But when the plane thudded to the ground, bouncing up and down, the plane started humming with excitement.
Selena was practically jumping up and down.
I was used to it, the insane traffic, the stars unexpectedly showing up everywhere, just the excitement that went with the words Los Angeles.
I knew my way around town, but the traffic was bad- then again, when was it not?- so the trip home that would have normally taken twenty minutes took a little more than an hour.
My parents were waiting for me outside the door to greet me.
I parked the rental car- a silver Mustang- in the long driveway, and hopped out.
Selena climbed out, too, but froze in place as she caught sight of the place I'd called home for for eighteen years.
"This... is your house? It's huge!" Selena stuttered.
My parents smiled.
I giggled, and grabbed her arm.
"Hey- again- usually me who grabs your arm and leads you into or out of a place-"
Her sentence was cut off by a gasp as she walked into the house.
Then, a little black remote controlled car weaved through our legs, and zoomed towards the stairs.
I looked to the top of the stairway, and saw my little twerp of of a brother standing there- his hair all frizzed up, and an exhilarated expression on his face.
"Why so happy, Jake?"
"I just found a way to connect the three disk cylinders on my remote controlled car! It now runs at a two horsepower speed!"
I rolled my eyes.
My brother- always the technician.
I ignored him, and turned to Selena.
"Come on, I'll show you the guest room!"
She followed me up the stairs, and into the guest room.
She was surprised yet again when the door flew back, revealing a room that looked as if it was straight out of a Home and Garden magazine.
Out the window, you could see Downtown L.A.
You could also see the backyard of Nick's house.
The tire swing, the slide, the mini playground- that we'd both had a great time on as little kids.
Everything here reminded me of him.
My house, where we'd run around and break countless things, carefree, happy.
The ice cream shop we'd 'run away' to with six dollars between us.
Our parents went crazy, trying to find us.
The ice cream shop was the last place they'd looked.
All the great times we'd had were all bottled up in this city.
And then there was the spot where I'd last seen him, right in front of his mailbox.
A single tear slid down my cheek.
Selena was staring at me.
"Nick again, isn't it?" She asked, sympathetic.
I nodded, and another single tear made it's way out of my eyes.
What was I doing?
Crying over my past?
Something that would never make itself right.
No matter how deep the memories sliced me.
No matter how much I cried.
I'd probably never see my best friend again.
And the pain was enough to force me into tears.
Trust me- it gets better. Don't think this suckish first chapter will indicate how the rest will turn out. Please Review!
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