AN: Woah, I only started writing this a week ago and I am already on my 8th chapter!! Your reviews make me want to write more. Seriously, they do :) Next chapter won't be up for a while, I can't write at all tomorrow so yeah, sry!! The next chapter's big though! I don't know how long yet, but.... :)
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Chapter 8
(Miley's POV)
It was Saturday evening, the night of the brothers' concert, and I was so excited! Me and Nick texted all the time and he even called me once. He was so sweet and sincere, giving me every opportunity possible to tell him, but I couldn't. I felt guilty about it in one sense, but him not knowing gave me a sense of security, knowing all my secrets are safe back home in Ottawa.
"Miley!?" I heard Demi yell up, "let's go! We can't be late!"
"Coming!" I yelled back, taking one last look at myself in the mirror, not to smart, not to scruffy. I bounded down the 2 flights of stairs to the front hall, where Demi was waiting, looking very impatient. "Sorry," I said to her, running out the door and into her car.
"Someone's excited," she laughed, starting the car.
I blushed, "well it's the first time I've ever seen them live!" I excused.
"Sure, Miles," she giggled, "everyone knows you have a thing for Nick, and from what Joe tells me, he has a thing for you to."
"I do not have a thing for Nick! I only just met him!" I denied. Wait, did Demi say he had a thing for me? Not the time to think about that, Miley, focus.
~xoxox~
It was almost the end of the show and I was really enjoying myself. It wasn't like a proper concert, it was at a restaurant and they were performing on a raised platform at the front. Selena, Taylor (another friend of Demi's), Demi and I were all sitting at a table at the back, so as not to draw attention to us, and away from the boys. The people here were all Disney fans and we didn't want a riot on our hands, so we tried to stay inconspicuous.
"How y'all enjoying the show?" I heard Nick yell. The place erupted in cheers, and Nick laughed into the mic. "How about we play a new song for you all?" More cheers, "Okay boys, let's do this." Nick looked straight at me, Uh oh.
The instrumental started and then Nick's sweet voice filled the room.
Pick up all your tears
Throw 'em in your backseat
Leave without a second glance
Somehow I'm to blame
For this never-ending racetrack you call life
He looked me directly in the eyes; I didn't blame him for anything did I? Oh yeah, that one time I said it was his fault I got so upset all the time now. I didn't mean it though. Maybe this song wasn't about me, I mean they probably wrote it ages before I even knew them.
Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you on the finish line
Oh no, it was definitely about me. 'You won't be alone' he said that to me, like it should comfort me, but now it was like my worst nightmare.
Driving all your friends
At a speed they cannot follow
Soon you will be on your own
Somehow I'm to blame
For this never-ending racetrack you call life
Nick always wanted me to trust him, ever since that first day, told me not to push him away, to tell him.
Turn right (turn right)
Into my arms
Turn right (turn right)
You won't be alone
You might (you might)
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you at the finish line
Nick was looking straight at me. His eyes were pleading - no begging - me to trust him.
I did all I could
And I gave
Everything
But you had to go your way
And that road was not for me
I couldn't take it anymore; the tears were streaming down my face, for more reasons than one. I didn't know it hurt him so much. I jumped out of my chair and ran out of there as fast as I could. I could still hear the song slightly, like the background music in a movie that was my life.
Turn right
Into my arms
Turn right
You won't be alone
You might (you might)
Fall off this track sometimes
Hope to see you at the finish line
The song ended and relief washed over me, no more words to show me how foolish I'd been. I leant back on the bench that was conveniently placed right outside the restaurant. The wind blew at my hair, stinging my tear filled eyes. I heard the door to the restaurant open and someone sit next to me. I didn't bother looking to see who it was, at the moment I didn't care.
"Hey," the person beside me said, pulling the hair off my face; it was Demi. "You okay Miley?"
I sniffled, "yeah."
"Don't lie to me Miles, I know you're not, heck everyone in there who knows you knows you're not okay. Nick almost stopped singing, you could see his heart break up there on stage!"
"I didn't mean to, I didn't know, okay? I didn't think it meant so much to him!" I mumbled, tears pouring out of my eyes.
"Shh, shhh," Demi whispered, comforting me. God, I felt so stupid, she was my age for crying out loud, yet she as looking after me!
"I-I-I couldn't do it! I'm so stupid!"
"Miles, what are you on about?"
But I couldn't answer. Finally I croaked, "I wanna go home."
"Okay, we'll go home, the show's almost over anyways, I'll take you," Demi said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bench. She led me to the car and I sat down beside her in the passenger seat. The ride back to Demi's house was silent; I didn't think I could say anything without crying.
We arrived at her house and just sat in the car quietly for a bit.
"You sure you're okay?" Demi broke the silence.
"Yeah. And… uhm… thanks, for, you know, bringing me home."
"Hey, it's what friends are for," Demi replied, smiling at me, then getting out of the car. I followed behind her and the moment I got my shoes off, I ran up to my room and got ready for bed.
I was sitting in bed looking at my scrapbook, I know it's cheesy I brought it with me, but it's my life. I had stopped crying ages ago, it was as if there were no more tears left to cry. Every time I turned to a new page of photographs I could feel the tears threatening to fall, but nothing came out. My phone buzzed beside, signaling a new text message. I put the scrapbook down on the floor beside my bed and picked up my cell phone. '1 New Text Message From Nick' it said. I hesitantly opened it,
'Miles, r u ok? I saw u run out, wats wrong, tell me plz, I want to help'
When I said I had no more tears to shed, I guess all it needed was Nick to pull some out of me. The tears started pouring out of my eyes as I shut my phone off, not being able to handle replying to him after my pain had hurt him so bad. I set my phone down and crawled under the covers, praying for sleep to come fast and wipe these dreadful thoughts from my head.
(Nick's POV)
I waited 20 minutes for a reply from Miley, but I got none. I guessed she was sleeping and gave up. I just really hope she's okay. I didn't mean for that song to make her cry, in fact I wanted it to stop her from crying, for her to realize I'd always be there for her. I just wanted to help her, but she wouldn't let me in.