(Shane's POV)
Mom and Miley looked at me with the same unreadable expression. At that moment I couldn't tell what they were thinking or going to say. I didn't know how to react or what to say. The only thing I could really do was wait.
Suddenly Nate came inbetween Miley and my mom and looked at me like I was a five year old who just did something wrong.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Ya know, it was quite peaceful without loud, roudy Shane in the house."
"Nate, go up to your room. I want to talk Shane." My mom shushed off Nate and went aside so I could enter.
She directed me to the living room and sat me down.
"Miley, sweety, may I talk to Shane alone please?"
"Oh, of course! Take all the time you need." Miley left the room and went up the stairs.
She would most likely go talk to Nate because, by the looks of it, Jason wasn't here right now.
I looked started playing with my nails and stared down at my feet. I didn't know if she was upset that I left, happy that I'm home and safe, or both.
My mom then went and sat down next to me, patting me on the shoulder.
"Shane, honey, I'm sorry."
(Miley's POV)
When I walked up I remembered that Jason wasn't home, but at work.... again. And Shane was talking to . The only person I could talk to was Nate . Which, quite frankly, isn't all that bad.
I finished walking up the flight of stairs and knocked on Nate's door.
"Who is it?" Nate replied in a murmur.
"It's Miley. I need someone to talk to."
"Come in."
I walked in akwardly and just stood at the door, not knowing what to do.
Nate put down his book and patted a side next to him on his bed.
"Come on. I don't bite." I chuckled and walked over and sat next to him criss cross apple sause.
"Nate?"
"Yeah Smiley?"
"Do you know why Shane ran out today? He seemed like he was going through something really hard." I'm really curious.
"Well, my mom was kind of not being understanding of the situation he was going through for the past month. He tried to explain it to her, but she was just making it worst, or he thought so."
"What was it?" Nate's face was soon painted with panic as though he was trying to fabricate a story in his head.
"Well, it's- well he -, it's not something he would want you to know." Nate finally spat out.
"Nate, if there is anything Shane hasn't told me yet, he is going to do so, so just tell me and when he tells me I'll just act suprise." This sounded like a good idea to me.
"Okay. He really loves this girl," Oh, "but she's getting married."
"Well, I can see how that would be a problem,"
"Yeah, it is. Well, she's marrying his best friend, and he doesn't want to tell her or his friend because they' split up and they'd be upset, so he'd be upset. My mom just wanted him to tell her before the wedding."
"Maybe that would be best. He can't surpress it forever." I told Nate, because it's true. Nothing stirrs more problems then surpressing everything.
"But, the girl and him have been best friends forever, and if she doesn't feel the same way, it could ruin their friendship." Nate made a good point there.
"I guess, but it's all in the eye of the beholder. Like, persay Shane secretely loved me, and he decided to tell me, I would stay friends with him because I know he can't controll who he falls in loves with."
Nate whispered something that sounded like, "I wish he knew that." or "I wish he heard that." but I couldn't tell for sure.
(Down With Shane and Shane POV)
"It's okay." I replied trying to avoid any conflicts.
"No, I shouldn't have told you how to deal with the situation." Well thank you captian obvious.
"But, that doesn't mean you get off the hook for just running out like that. There was no reasoning for it. If I really upseted you, you should've just said so. It was very immature of you." What. The Fuck. Did she just say that? As much as I wanted to curse like there was no tomorrow, I didn't. Why, you may ask. Well, I just simply thought it was a complete waste of my time. My mother obviously learned nothing from this experience. It was like the time I was gone was a big black hole in her brain.
"Whatever mom."
"You know what Shane? You can act the way you want, live the way you want, heck, you can even screw up your life if you want, but I'm telling you now, I'm not going to be there when you get yourself in trouble. My hand is not going to be one of the hands offering to help." What she was saying stung a little.
"I try to have my patience with you, but I can't anymore. You're 23 years old. It's time you get a job, get a house, and learn how to deal with responsibilities."
"You want me out of the house?" That was something that I don't think I could do.
"When you get a steady job and pay, yes. You will have to move out."
"But Jason still lives here with Miley and so does Nate. They're all still living here. Why can't I?"
"Jason needs to live here right now until the weddings over. All the money Miley and him are making is being spent on the wedding and that isn't helping them with getting a house. Then after Nate graduates college, he too, will have to move out." Right now, with my mom yapping on and on, I really just got more tired. I just wanted to feel the comfort of my body taking shape of the matress and my head hitting my racecar pillow.
"Mom, may I please go to bed? I'm really tired." My mom looked like she was just getting started but she still showed the sympathy that a mother always has when her child is tired or in pain.
"Of course, but this confersation isn't over." I shook my head breifly and then got up.
"Night."
"Good night Shane."
When I got up the stairs I saw Miley coming out from Nate's room with a confused expression on her face. Right now I didn't know how Miley felt towards me from the way I acted earlier. But I guess the only way to find out is to actually talk to her.
I took a deep breath and started walking toward her.
"Miley?"
"Oh, hey Shane." She replied in a pretty preppy/tired voice.
"Look, about eariler-"
"It's okay. Nate told me why you ran out and, well, I could see how you would be upset at the situation at hand. So, I take today to no offence at all." Miley smile sympatheticly and then put her arms out in hug formation.
"Does someone need a hug?" She questioned and I replied simplely by going forward and putting my hands around her upper shoulders.
They hug was extremely sweet and I enjoyed it very much. But there was something different about this hug. This hug just stood out. It seemed as though Miley wasn't all there. Like she had some peice of imformation that she shouldn't have had.
I'll let it go, but it just didn't seem right.
Miley then pulled away a smiled broadly.
"So, Jason's not here?"
Her smile then went away slowly. Not going unnoticed by me."Sadly, no. I guess it's just another night sleeping by myself."
"It doesn't have to be like that. I have a humungous bed that could carry like 5 people." She seemed very pleased the way her eyes lite up.
"You won't mind?"
"Miley, I thought we talked about this. I will never, ever, say no to you sleeping with me. I'll do anything for my best friend."
"Thanks so much."
"Well, you can go on and head in and get comfortable. I'm going to go talk to Nate really quickly."
"Course." Miley replied in a hushed voice and walked into my room, shutting the door behind her.
I entered Nate's room and I found him half passed out on his bed with a book in his hands.
I got extremely close to his face and screamed to it.
"Nate!" His first reaction was to hit me. I was tooken back so I fell on the floor grabbing my left cheek.
"Wha- Shane? What are you doing in here?" His face had confusion, tiredness, and shock painted all over it.
When I recovered from the hit I got up, and started to talk.
"What did you tell Miley?!" When I first said that, his nose crinkled and he squinted his eyes, making him look mighty confused. But I could see his face become more understanding as he creased his face of all rinkles.
"Oh, well, I just told her why you left earlier."
"What?! Why would you do that?"
"Don't get your boxers in a bunch. I just told her that you loved this girl and she was getting married to your best friend." Phew.
"Okay, if that's all you told her, why did she have this confused sad face when she left room? Explain that!"
"Look man, I don't have anything to do with how she felt towards what I told her. That's all her." Nate made this face like he was extremely sincire. There was no way that I couldn't believe him. He looked dead serious.
"Just asked her. Now get to bed. I have an early date tomorrow morning." With that he turned over, getting into his comfortable spot.
I really had no other choice then to leave his room and go into mine.
When I opened the door, it revealed Miley sitting on the middle of my bed criss cross apple sause, looking at some photos.
"Comfortable?" She jumped a little then put her hand over her heart, catching her breahte.
"Woah, relax." I went over to the bed and sat to the left of her.
"Sorry."
"No need to say sorry."
There was then a little moment of scilence. Kind of awkward if you ask me.
"So, whatcha looking at?" I asked, breaking the scilence. Miley rummaged through the pictures, putting them into the box, that by the looks of it, came out of.
"Oh, nothing. Just pictures." She replied, putting the lid on the top and stuffing it under the bed.
"So, who's the girl?" Her questioned kind of took me off guard. I could tell by the way she looked at me, that she truely cared.
"You don't know her." That was a complete and total lie, but she seemed convinced.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Will I ever get to meet her? You know, I want to meet my best friend's crush." She was getting more more questioning.
What am I suppose to tell her? "No, she lives in Africa." I can't tell her no, because we promised eachother that we'd always meet the other's crush or boyfriend/girlfriend. But, I'd be lying through my teeth if I tell her that she could. And even more, I'd have to find some friend or family to pretend to be her, and it'd be one big mess.
"Well? Can I?"
"How can I say no to you?"
Miley giggled lightly and began to snuggle into the bed.
"Tired?" I asked.
"Um-hm." She replied with her eyes shut and her head against the pillow.
I climbed under the covers and scootched over to Miley. When I put my arms around her, she laid her head on my chest.
"Goodnight Shane."
"Night Miles. I love you."
"Love you too."
BAH!
Shane surely got himself in some sort of trouble!
Question,
What kind of girl should Shane conjure up to show Miley?
I'm not entirely sure yet. I just kind of go with the flow, and right now, the flow in my head in clouged. So, yeah.
Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did and do XP
Sincerely,
Noeliz
