Vespers Goodbye: A Niley Story - Chapter 3
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The wedding began to end, and my heart began to beat in anticipation of what was about to happen. When I would hear her voice again, when I could feel her touch.
But Selena held my arm.
No, not my hand, my arm. And hard, I was positive there would be red marks when she finally released me.
But I knew as well as she did that she didn't want me anywhere near Miley. Which was rational...Completely.
I began to stand up anxiously, following the crowd onto the lawn. As I stood up, Selena held me back, getting up from the chair and looking straight into my eyes. Hers were beautiful, I must say.
The way the light hit them in just the right way and they weren't brown anymore, they were hazel.
I loved Selena Gomez, I'm not going to deny it. But not the way I should.
I love Sel as a friend...She's been there for me when I didn't even want to be there for myself.
But at this point, I'm not sure blue from red.
Did I love Selena?
What about her?
What about the girl that just looked at me and tore me apart piece by piece?
Selena is better for me, I know that.
But Miley's...Miley's Miley.
And that's who I love, that's who I need.
Selena stared into my eyes, trying to make a connection that just wasn't there.
A tear ran down her perfect face, staining it with a fine line.
The tear crawled down her olive skin, then dropped off of her chin and onto her crimson shoulder-less dress. I looked back up at her, wiping her tear with my finger, and stroking her beautiful brown hair.
"Nicky?" She whispered solemnly.
"Yeah baby?" I replied in remorse. I knew very well what she was about to say.
"What...What was that? And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."
I sighed knowingly.
I couldn't keep this from her.
But I wasn't going to tell her I just fell in love with Miley all over again.
"I don't know baby. I don't know." The sound of regret was intertwined with my soft words.
"Do...Do you love her?" She cried, pulling me close and digging her fingers into my back.
I blinked back tears as my heart swelled with guilt and wonder.
What was happening to me?
Why?
I was so...happy before this.
Or so I thought.
I didn't know what I was missing, but I was okay with it.
Before, I couldn't get my mind off Selena...
Not Miley.
And why did I even still feel anything for her?
Miley hurt me.
Tore my heart apart piece by piece, leaving me cold, shattered, and lifeless.
Selena, she's been good to me for 6 years, never cheated or hurt me or even fought with me. Everything was always perfect with us, and I never had to worry about what was going to happen next or if we'd still be together in a month.
Miley was impulsive and irrational,
Selena was calm and made decisions in time.
Now tell me who you think is better for me?
No, better yet, tell my heart.
That's whose confused here.
"Do you?" She breathed into my ear, her sweet breath dancing through my curls.
I held her tight. I didn't want to let go.I wouldn't throw away everything we've worked for for the past 6 years in one night. I refuse to let it go. I loved what we had, her and I. I ran my fingers through her soft, wavy hair, and I pushed her head against my chest, breathing out the word,
"No."
And it was a lie. As the words escaped from my mouth every inch of me was filled with shame. I was lying to her, and I was lying to myself. But it might be what's best.
She pulled away from our tight grasp, and looked up at me, breathing hard.
"You swear?" I could tell she wanted to believe me.
Hell, I wanted to believe me.
"Trust me, Sel. Just trust me." I couldn't find it in me to lie to her again.
Or me. I was falling apart in the first place.
"Okay." She mumbled, reaching up and kissing my cheek with her soft, plump lips.
"I'm sorry for overreacting."
"It's okay baby. Its okay."
I pulled her into one last hug, and she held me hard.
My tear flow increased as I realized what I'd done to her....What I'd done to myself. I wouldn't let myself just ruin everything we'd worked for. Not yet.
"I, um, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll see you out there." She muttered, letting me go slowly picking her bag up.
"Okay."
She began to walk away, her bright red heels teetering on the tall grass.
"Sel?" I called after her, smiling.
She turned around with a confused expression cast upon her face.
"I love you." I yelled, grinning my infamous Nick Jonas smile.
"I love you too Nicky." She smiled before strolling down the lawn.
My mouth formed a small smile as those 3 words reassured myself...For now. Until I could figure this out on my own.
I ambled aimlessly towards the tents where the party was.
The music was blasting and even though I was a good 30 yards away I could hear an old JB song blaring through.
Hello Beautiful,
How's it going?
I hear its wonderful,
In California.
I've been missing you,
It's true.
My head was pounding and I wasn't sure I could take the sound of that. Not that song, and not now. Not when the memories of writing that for her was as clear as I wrote it yesterday.
I picked up my guitar and began strumming it with my fingers. This was where the magic happened. This is when I let myself go. When I picked up that guitar, the only thing running through my mind was her. Her voice, the way it sounded like a million melodies all combined to form a beautiful orchestra that came out of one single girl. And she knew it was beautiful. She belted out in song while we walked along the beach, grabbing my hand and forcing me to sing with her. Together our voices swirled together, connecting us in a way I couldn't with anyone else.
And most of all, I didn't think I could take seeing her one more time without falling apart.
I kicked my shoes off by some chairs and began walking barefoot towards a small pond near the tents.
My feet squished against the wet grass, and reminded me of summer.
And this was how I knew there was something wrong with me. This infatuation, this fact that everything that I do somehow reminds me of her, it's not normal. The grass slipped in between my toes as I sat down on the grass, and I fell back to that summer.
"Nicky!" Miley squealed on the ground, laughing hysterically.
I smiled, ear to ear, her laugh dancing through my ears and lighting up her eyes. I continued tickling her as she giggled, kicking me away playfully. I stopped for a moment, looking at her.
I hovered over her, her eyes right below me as I took in the sight. They say the eyes are the pathway to the soul, and if its true, then Miley's got the most amazing soul in the entire world.
But then again, I knew that in the first place. The way she was there for me when I didn't want to be in the world anymore. The way she had a smart remark for everything, and she could make you cry from laughter when you were crying from sadness.
She had this way of making people feel alive. Making them feel like children, free and unbroken.
"What are you staring at?" She giggled, batting her eyes, knowing it drove me insane.
And then I couldn't resist.
I leaned down and kissed her with everything in me.
And after a million times, the spark was still there. There was still the electrical connection that some people say is fake. If they say it's fake then it just means they haven't felt it yet. And maybe they never will. But I have. And I know, sure as hell, that it's real.
She kissed back, and then pulled away.
"If you think you can get away with tickling me that easy, you were completely wrong."
She grinned, kissing me one more time before letting go and running across the empty field, her long skinny legs carrying her as far as she could go while she was laughing as loud as she could.
I jumped up, the LA sun shining in my eyes as we ran along the coast.
The grass wiggled between my feet as I breathed hard to catch up with Miley. Her hair was swirling behind her, her curls tightening in the wind.
I sprinted behind her and the only thing in my view was the sunset and her long golden hair.
She turned around, running backwards, and somehow with all the grace in the world.
And even with the shining sunset in the background, the golden sun didn't even begin to compete with her shimmering cobalt eyes.
Finally catching up to her, I grabbed her around her skinny waist, spinning her around while her hair blew in my face. She wiggled out of my grasp and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I love yo--"
Someone tapped my shoulder with a delicate touch.
I blinked my eyes open and turned to see whoever interrupted my beautiful dream.
But once I saw the indigo-blue eyes staring right into mine, I realized this was about a million times better than my dream.
My heart stopped in its place.
I couldn't breath, and I heard myself gasp slightly.
She giggled. 2 inches away from me, she giggled.
And I swore to god I would never forget the feeling she just gave me.
"Hi Nicky." She smirked, probably completely aware of what she was doing to me.
God, to hear her voice. It was just as soft and smooth as it used to bed. Her tennessee accent was still flowing fluently through her voice, spurring up memories that I hadn't touched in years.
"Mi." I smiled. I smiled, I smiled, I smiled.
And it wasn't how I smiled everyday when Sel tells me she loves me.
It was how I would smile when Miley would throw rocks at my window at 3am and wake me up just to talk. Just because she missed me. Just because we were young and in love and being apart just wasn't an option.
She was sitting next to me like it was no big deal. Cause', you know...
It's not like I was breathless or anything.
Pfft.
Her long slender legs were crossed, and her barefeet were tapping to an invisible rhythm. She wasn't looking at me, her eyes were focused on the small pond in front of us. Her closeness was overwhelming and I could smell her softly scented perfume that wafted towards me in the wind.
Her hair was long enough to touch the ground while she was sitting, and it wasn't straight, it wasn't curly. It was that Miley wave, where the layers twirled into curls and the golden streaks in her hair were beaming in the sun that was slowly starting to set in the distance.
I had the most insane urge in the world to reach over and grab her hand. Her lightly chipped black fingernail polish was driving me nuts, and I wanted nothing more but to put my arm around her and draw her closer. Just to hold her one time, smell her smell, taste her lips.
"So, uhm, how are you?" I asked quietly. You could call me awe-struck. And quickly, I pinched myself to ensure that this wasn't a dream. Was I really sitting on a cliff over the ocean with the girl of my dreams? Did she really just call me Nicky as if nothing had changed? Was this...Real? Because in every single way possible it felt like I would wake up and I'd be back in bed with Selena, my heart broken and my eyes tearing.
"I'm good, Nick." She turned and looked at me, my eyes watering at the sight of her. Just looking at her flawless face brought back so many memories, memories I didn't necessarily want to think about. "How are you?"
"I'm good...I'm good." I repeated, speechless.
Miley shivered as a soft breeze hit her bare shoulders.
"God, it's cold." She muttered, wrapping her tanned arms around herself.
I automatically, almost instinctually stood up, and pulled off my black jacket that I had draped over my shoulders.
Miley hesitantly stood up, "No Nick, it's fine. I'm fine." She protested sweetly.
"It's fine, Miles." My nickname for her slid off my tongue like it'd been said everyday for the last 6 years.
She looked up from the ground and bit her lip, staring at me with sparkling eyes and a smile to die for. I couldn't help but walk over to her and sling my jacket over her shoulders. I held my breath to keep myself from reaching down and kissing her. I began to turn around from her back when her soft hand grabbed mind, somehow creating a mind blowing connection I didn't think possible. At her touch I was okay. I didn't even think about the fact that Selena could walk out of the bathroom at any second and come looking for me, only to find my ex-love and myself holding hands, staring into each others eyes.
But that didn't even cross my mind as Miley looked up at me, her hand still holding mine. My face was inches from hers, her soft breath beating up on my face. It seemed like summer, any of the summers we spent together. Suddenly it didn't feel like I hadn't held her in 6 years, it felt like this was how we were supposed to be. No one was about to interrupt us or catch us in something wrong, that seemed so right.
"Miley," I whispered, and I couldn't help myself from leaning down the couple inches to press my lips against hers, to feel the connection.
As they drew closer, a pair of fingers were abruptly place on my lips. Confused, I opened my eyes to find Miley grinning at me widely. I reached down and touched her silky hair, trying to make sense of what she was doing.
"Not so fast big boy," She giggled, "I do have a boyfriend."
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