Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.
I opened my eyes to the light of the sun coming up. Yet I was still on the plane. "Ugh," I sighed "are we ever going to get off this plane?"
I sat there staring at the window that was partially covered by Noah's head. I looked at my necklace/watch to see what time it was. 6:34 in the damn morning.
I looked for my bag and it was under my feet. I got out my laptop and turned it on. I typed in my password and it started up.
I decided to get on Mandy and I's AIM and see if anyone was even online. Surprisingly, 12 people messaged me the second I signed on. I simply typed back to all of them, saying hi and I couldn't talk right now. I signed off immediately following. I don't know why I even bother signing on.
I decided to check my email, which I hardly ever do. I was checking my personal email. Even "TrainReq" couldn't figure this one out.
My closest friends- or previous friends- are the only ones who have this email. It doesn't generate to my computer, because I made it at some hotel in Canada when I was 11. Yet I still use it.
I had 2 new emails- one from Catherine, my friend from 7th grade- sent 4 months ago- and one from Nick Jonas- sent 1 week ago.
I knew this was just my imagination, taking shots at screwing around with my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slowly opened them back up, expecting for the email to have completely disappeared, proving it was just a spark of my imagination. It was still there.
I put the cursor over the email and clicked it. It opened, and began to read the long but short email.
"Miley, you need to stop." The first line read. "You've been telling all of these people I'm a horrible person, a controlling tool, a liar, backstabber, etc. Demi overheard you at your birthday party telling several people why my brothers and I weren't invited to your birthday party."
"Because we hurt you, betrayed you and started hanging with people who absolutely hate you. I'm sorry if that's how you feel, but it doesn't give you any right to go around trashing us. I know, we've said some shit about each other, but I never crossed the line and said you were a horrible person."
"You opened up to Seventeen magazine and told everyone our personal relationship. What ever happened to the promise we made to each other a while back? That we wouldn't open up about the relationship and our personal life?"
"I know, I broke promises too, but I didn't go and tell the world everything you told me not to tell people. I no longer hate you, but I no longer love you either. – Nick" The email was finished and my heart was even more broken now then before.
I couldn't cry in hysterics like usual, not only the fact I was on a plane with 100 other people, but Noah hated to see me upset. I was like her role model, all though I'm just her sister. Her imperfect sister.
I just let tears slowly pour out of my eyes. Quietly, I sobbed to myself. This was Nick's intention? To break my heart again? What a dip shit. I hate him! I hate him! Oh who am I kidding, I love him.
At times like this, I wish I hadn't picked off my nail polish. Then I'd have something to do right now besides crying.
Surprisingly, I haven't woken anyone up yet. What have I done to hurt Nick? Nothing. What has he done to hurt me? Everything. I remember the time I stayed up for 3 days straight because I was attempting to find out why he broke up with me.
I've figured it out now. He met Selena Gomez. What does she have that I don't? The slut look? A fake ass voice? A screaming best friend? Tight shirts? Over-worn make-up? No talent? A fake purity ring? Anorexia?
I shut off my computer and put it back in the bag. I leaned my head back and slowly fell asleep, wiping my tears to make sure there was no evidence of my crying.
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Mom tapped my shoulder as my eyes slowly opened. "We're in Los Angeles, Miley." Mom said. I smiled as I realized we had landed and I could go home. I grabbed my bag and got out of my seat, "Thank God." I sighed. Brandi woke up Noah and she huffed. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's morning!" She said crossing her arms.
"And?" I asked confused.
"I didn't get to have Roadie wake me up." Noah pouted.
I laughed a slight bit and put my hand on her shoulder. "You'll be okay." I smiled picking her up.
"Can I go back to sleep and you wake me up when Roadie is here?" She asked putting her head on my shoulder.
"Sure." I said kissing her forehead and walking out of the row.
I walked down the isle with a 60 pound weight on my left side and a 10 pound bag in my right hand. You can imagine the agony.
I walked off the plane and into the terminal. As usual, the gay paparazzi were following me. It's like they stalk my every move.
I knew fame came with consequences, lies, fakers, paparazzi… but you know, I look at it as building me up. Even though the world can be a bitch, I'm blessed.
"Mommy," I said turning to mom "when was your first heartbreak?"
She gave me an interesting look. "What do you mean sweet pea?" She asked.
"When was the first time your heart was broken, multiple times by the same guy?" I asked.
"Well," mom stared, "I was in 10th grade, like you and I was dating this one boy, Chad Griffin, he cheated on me, but I couldn't let him go. I stayed with him, then he broke up with me and then, he dated and later on married my ex best friend. Of course, they filed for divorce 3 months after the wedding."
"Richard much?" I whispered.
"That's when I learned I shouldn't give everything for a guy. I learned that men aren't everything, Miley. And no matter how much you loved… or love Nick," She said his name in a whisper, "he shouldn't bring you to the point where you're physically sick. When you meet the right guy, you'll know." Mom said.
"How'd you know mommy?" I asked with a deep sigh.
"I know my child, Miley." She giggled.
"Shut up Miley," Noah mumbled in her sleep. I laughed.
"So sweet of her." Brandi laughed.
As we walked out of the air port doors, dad and Braison were suppose to be there, but of course, no. I got out my phone and dialed Braison's number.
It rang and rang and rang until… "What?!" A loud groggy voice yelled into the phone.
"Hello Braison." I said in a weird voice. "This is your worst nightmare calling."
"Hiya Miles." Braison said chipperly.
"You're a tool. Where are you?" I asked.
"Eh," Braison started "Gate D, plane to Ethiopia."
"What the pancake?" I asked.
"I'm just kidding, eh, we are in the parking lot." He said.
"Which one ding bat?" I asked.
"C." He said.
"I see that one. Thanks." I said hanging up. "C." I told mom. She nodded and we walked down to parking lot C.
I saw Braison waving a, it looked like a towel but I couldn't figure it out. As we got closer, I realized it was a shirt. "What's wrong with you?" I asked grabbing the shirt. "Hey!" I said noticing what the shirt was. "This is my shirt!" I said putting it in my bag.
"You left it in my room when you went on your rant." He said.
"Take Noie please." I said. He nodded and took her from me.
Brandi and I got into the back seat and I smiled at dad. Braison put Noah in the seat in front of me, buckled her and he sat down next to her. Mom got into the front seat and kissed dad.
Before, when I wasn't with Nick, I'd look at mom and dad and think, "Wow, one day I'll have that with Nick." Now all I think is "Wow, the only display of true love I'm exposed to."
I leaned my head against the window as we drove out of the parking lot. The sun was bright in California, but it dimmed. I put on my aviator sunglasses and watched the cars.
I really like to escape by watching cars. They move so fast- like life. Then they come to a complete stop- again, like life. Life is like a car, it eventually stops moving, then starts up again.
"You kids hungry?" Dad asked.
"Yeah." Brandi and I said in union.
"If they are, sure." Braison agreed.
"Braison honey, you're always hungry. Denny's?" Mom asked.
"Sure!" I said with excitement in my voice.
"You know she loves her Denny's…" Brandi laughed.
"I do." I smiled.
"Are we home yet?" Noah asked.
"No sweetie, we're gonna get some breakfast. Okay sweet pea?" Mom said to Noah.
"Ok mommy." She said.
Dad pulled into the parking lot and parked. We got out and walked inside.
We got seated and sat at the big booth. I loved those.
"It always smells so good here." I said sniffing the air.
"It does, doesn't it?" Noah said.
I nodded and turned my head, only to see someone totally unexpected. "Oh my God…" I mumbled. "What?" Brandi asked in a whisper. "I need the bathroom, can you take me Brandi?" I asked. "Sure." She said getting up and following me into the bathroom. "What is it?" She asked.
"He's here." I said in shock. "Who's he?" Brandi asked confused. "He is." I said again. "Who is he?" She asked getting impatient. "Nicholas Jonas." I said still in shock.
