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Complicated.
Chapter Nine.
Miley sighed as she looked at the address again. She was lost. She ran her hands through her hair, looking around to try and find what she was looking for. Turning around to the bus stop she had just gotten off at, she frowned. No one. She groaned, growing frustrated. A girl walked up to her. She seemed the same age, if not a little older. She had long wavy black hair, that looked natural, which was tied up in a bun. She was thin and pale, not deadly pale, but still pale. Her pink lips looked almost red, contrasting with her skin. She was tall and confident as she walked over.
"You seem lost." Her voice came out. It was soft, almost angelic. Miley was taken aback.
"I am." Miley said trying to hand the girl the paper on which had the address. The girl looked away, biting her lip slightly.
"Where are you headed?" She asked.
"Edwin's Dance Studio." Miley said.
"Oh, I know the way." The girl said, her soft voice coming out weak. She walked forward, turning to see if Miley would follow her. She did. "Here we are." She said stopping at the huge glass building.
"Whoa, this place is amazing." Miley said.
"I know." The girl replied. "Who are you here to see?" She asked.
"Er… I think his name's George – Samuel?" Miley said reading off of the paper.
"George, huh? Come with me." The girl said pushing the glass door open. She smiled at the lady who was seated at the front desk. "We're here to see a George Samuel." She said, her voice becoming a lot stronger.
"Do you have an appointment?" The woman at the desk hissed.
"Yes." Miley spoke up.
"I'll call through." The lady said hesitantly.
The dark haired girl turned back to face Miley, she smiled.
"Thank you, for the directions and all." Miley said.
"That's fine. I was headed here anyway." The girl said smiling.
"Why?" Miley asked.
"George Samuel is holding a job interviews… the same reason you're here." The girl said smiling brightly.
"Oh, so you're the competition?" Miley asked.
"It's just professional." The girl said smirking.
"Yeah… I didn't catch your name?" Miley asked.
"You ask a lot of questions." The girl said looking back at the lady at the desk.
"Go right through." The lady said. "Second floor, his names on the door." She said directing them towards the elevator. The two girls walked towards it silently, stepping in and Miley pushed the button to take them up.
"Selena." The girl said.
"What?" Miley asked.
"My name… Selena." The girl said smiling.
"Oh, that's cool." Miley said smiling back.
"And you are?" The girl asked.
"Miley." Miley replied.
"Well then, good luck… Miley." Selena said smirking as the bell rung and the elevator doors opened. She walked out, Miley at her tail.
…
"How was the interview?" Vanessa asked through the phone. Miley smiled as she stepped out of the elevator.
"I think it went pretty well." She said.
"Reckon you got the job?" Vanessa asked.
"Hard to tell." Miley said honestly.
"Well, how many jobs were available?" Vanessa asked.
"Four." Miley replied.
"Wouldn't be surprised if you got all of them." Vanessa teased.
"Fingers crossed." Miley said.
"Miley! Hold up!" Selena called out, running towards Miley.
"Err, I'll call you back, Nessa." Miley replied hanging up. "Hey." She said looking at Selena.
"Yeah… Where are you headed?" Selena asked.
"Home… probably. Why?" Miley asked.
"Nothing." Selena said smiling.
"No, tell me." Miley said smiling back.
"Well, there's a café downtown and I'm pretty hungry." Selena suggested.
"Funny, me too." Miley said linking arms with her as they walked out.
…
"Chris?" Nick called out walking into Chris's house. Chris walked downstairs, his smile disappeared when he saw Nick.
"What are you doing here? you didn't call." Chris said defensively.
"I don't ever call." Nick pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe you should start." Chris said turning and walking into the kitchen.
"O…kay?" Nick whispered following him in.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Chris asked.
"I wanted to hang out!" Nick said.
"Why don't you hang out with Miley?" Chris asked.
"She's at a job interview for some hotshot dance studio." Nick explained.
"And your other friends?" Chris said opening his fridge and pulling out a water bottle.
"We haven't hung out in a week. I thought you'd be happy to see me?" Nick asked confused.
Chris smiled slightly, "I am. I am. Sorry, I'm just – in a foul mood." He said kissing Nick's cheek. "What were you saying before?" He asked.
"Nothing." Nick said hugging Chris.
"Good." Chris said smiling. "So, how has your week been without me?" He asked sitting on one of the stools.
"Boring and lifeless." Nick admitted sitting beside him. "I've missed you." He added.
"I've missed you too." Chris said softly.
"How was your week?" Nick asked.
"Eventful." Chris said. "But enough about the time we spent apart let's focus on the fact that we're together." Chris said dismissing the thought of telling Nick about his… awful week.
"You're right." Nick said taking his hand. "I went to see my mum." He bought up.
"Really? And…" Chris said.
"My dad was there, he was being a total stuck up prick… as usual." Nick muttered. "I just- I don't understand how he doesn't understand that you make me happy! What's not to get?" Nick said running his hands through his hair.
"Well, your dad loves you." Chris said.
"Does he? We haven't spoken properly in six, maybe seven years." Nick said. "He just, his missed out on so much of my life and I don't want it to stay like this." Nick explained.
"Why don't you do the talking?" Chris asked.
"He wouldn't change his mind if a message shot out from the sky begging him to." Nick said bitterly. "His my father, unfortunently and I just want him to reach out, you know? make an effort! What should I have to be the disappointment of a son? It's obvious to anyone with eyes that it's him!" Nick said looking down.
"You know, your dad has never let you down." Chris said. "Not once." He muttered. "His always been there when you reallyneeded him. He might not be comfortable with the fact that you and me happened – but face it. We're gay. Not everyone accepts that. There are people out there who are like that. Maybe your father is one of them, but his your father." Chris said rubbing Nick's shoulder.
"He should accept it. I'm his son." Nick said through gritted teeth.
"He was raised in a world where us being together, that wasn't right." Chris said. "We can't change his beliefs over night." He said lacing his and Nick's fingers together.
"I don't want to." Nick whispered. "Six years, Chris." Nick said.
"Come on." Chris said leading him up the stairs, they just laid there, holding each other.
…
Miley smiled as Nick put her down and they finished their routine. After working on it for three hours they were finally done. She smiled at him, grabbing her water and gulping it down she pulled away looking up at him.
"That was good." She said.
"Yeah." Nick smiled taking her water and drinking it.
"Ew, I don't want your backwash." Miley said her face curling in disgust.
"Well then, I'm finishing the water." Nick smirked.
"You do that!" Miley screamed childishly.
"Aren't you thirsty?" Nick teased.
"Not enough to drink your saliva." Miley said honestly.
"Come on." Nick said.
"No." Miley said pouting. "Have you spoken to Chris?" She said looking around.
"Yeah, I spent the night at his last night…" Nick said.
Miley bit her lip, of course he would be spending night's at Chris's house, they were dating. "Did he tell you any news?" she asked.
"Not that I know… of." Nick said. "Why?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering why he was so distant." Miley lied.
"Oh." Nick said.
"What'd you do?" She asked.
"Just laid there, talked, cuddled… you know." Nick said running his hands through his hair.
"I don't." Miley said plopping down, leaning against the glass. Nick said beside her.
"How was the interview?" Nick asked.
"It was… interesting. I think I got the job." Miley said smiling.
"That's awesome." Nick said smiling.
"But if I did… I'm going to have to move." Miley said honestly.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Well, the job is all the way in central, and I cant be travelling down there on a daily bases." Miley said. "Either way, it's only a train back. It won't change a thing." Miley said smiling fakely.
"What other choices do you have?" Nick asked.
"None." Miley said. "If I get the job, I move downtown." Miley said smiling.
"Then… is it horrible that I don't want you to go?" Nick asked.
"No. It's the best friend thing to do." Miley said leaning her head on his shoulder.
"We'll still be best friends, right?" Nick asked.
"We'll always be." Miley replied.
"Best friends forever?" Nick asked smiling.
"Yeah." Miley said taking his hand and intertwining their fingers.
They had each other. It was them against the world. Sometimes, they forgot what they needed. And that was a best friend. That was all they needed to be. Best friends.
Miley smiled thinking to herself, 'Suddenly,thingsaren'tsocomplicated.'
I wanted to end it there. Just because, it seemed like a perfect place to stop. I've had a terrible week and tomorrow is Thursday and I have a feeling it only gets worse! So I thought, let me brighten up you guys weeks and update! So much love huh? I think I'm going to go for 8 reviews? I think that sounds fair, right? Okay. Have a good week. No replies this time cause I'm in a hurry. But you can always PM me if you want to talk! Kay. Bye guys.
Jasmine.