One Way to Say I LOVE YOU

Chapter 5: Need to Get Away

"Let it go, it's just a chapter in the book of your life. Never close that book; just turn the page, everything will turn out fine."

I had heard that quote the other day and it struck me. I was first mad when I overheard someone say it, but after awhile it finally set in and made sense. I sat on the beach actually thinking it over. With all of the "it's going to be all right", "it's going to be okay", and "don't worry. You still got us. Its fine" they were all starting to make sense. It was like everybody knew that quote and was slapping it in my face. I wasn't that mad or frustrated. I just kind of felt dumb when I actually figured it out. I lay down in the sand and dung my arms and feet in it the best I could. Oh, it was so cool. It felt nice.

"Miley." I had my eyes closed and wasn't sure who it was. I just kept them close.

"Yeah." I was so relaxed and didn't want to move. I stayed there waiting for them to say their name, but they didn't right away.

"It's Mitchel."

"And Emily."

"Oh hey you guys." I opened my eyes and sat up. They were two of my closes friends that I had since the show business.

Mitchel kept walking forward, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it just feels good to relax here."

"Can we join, or do you want to join us to go to the Mall?" Emily popped out behind him and came down my height.

"Sure. I'll go. I need some time with other people and out of my house." I started laughing towards the end. Even though I missed having Joe, Kevin, Paul, and Denise there, I went shopping with Mitchel and Emily. They were nice that they thought of me.

We walked around like being the normal celebrities, just like everybody else. I was glad that the new law of this year was us celebrities can sew paparazzi taking photos of us doing normal activities. I wasn't bothered much since the death of Nick and because of the law. Mitchel and Emily signed a few autographs when I went into Vanity and looked around. We all have a conference with reporters, like at Comic Con, about our lives, music and movies. So we needed some new clothes is what Emily thought. I finally bought a new little dress even though I didn't really want to, but Emily made me. Emily bought another dress, but different and it looked perfect on her. Mitchel just bought a V-neck graphic t-shirt and some skinny jeans. Boys and the new fashion: Skinny Jeans. It makes me laugh.

The Next day we had the conference and basically Emily and Mitchel had all the questions. Again I felt invisible, like my dream the other day. Finally a question caught my attention.

"Miley, everyone has heard about your boyfriend Nick Jonas die?" Everybody in the building got quite. I think you could hear a pin drop. The reporter continued, "Do you have any words about it?"

I took a deep breath and sat up a little bit straighter, "I actually do. It was a tough situation for his family, my family, and I. I thought I lost my best friend and lifelong companion. I sat in my room staring outside for days just picturing him. I ran away from my house to get away from everything. I felt lost and had no direction. Until the today I heard a quote that goes, 'Let it go, it's just a chapter in the book of your life. Never close that book; just turn the page, everything will turn out fine'. I did hear those words a lot and never realize until they were true. I'll just say that you never know what is going to happen, so you got to live it the best way there is."

I finished and leaned back in my chair. I had felt my eyes start to tear up saying that. Emily's hand was patting and rubbing my shoulder. The building was still quite until someone started clapping. Everybody started clapping and stood up for me. I was then crying for how people were acting. I loved that feeling; everyone was so nice about it. I finally felt another hand on my other shoulder and I looked to my side and no one was there. I just smiled and knew Nick was still with me. Just like my dream.

The next month was just nothing. Everything had calmed down about it and my dad thought I was still different. I kept refusing him, until one day he actually sat me down and talked to me. "Miley, honey. You are still different. You're not the same old Smiley Miley that I know."

"First, I'm always going to be different now. I lost him. Second, I'm still your Smiley Miley. See" I put on a huge smile on my face; show every single one of my teeth. He grabbed my chin and kissed my forehead. I wiped my smile away and knew he didn't believe me. "Com'on dad. You know what I said was right. Just believe me."

He turned around the grab something off the side table and handed them to me. "Plane tickets? What for?", I asked him. He didn't say anything. He motioned me to open it. "Ok…one plane ticket. Still, why?"

"Ugh, that you aren't getting it. I'm having you go to Wilmington, Virginia to get away from everything. You need it."

"But dad. No. I don't need it." I shoved the tickets back at him.

"Yes, you do and you're going." He got up and started to walk away.

"All the way to the other side of the country? It's like your shipping me off the boot camp or something."

"I'm not shipping you off. You just need to get away from paparazzi and crazy life over here. You'll like it. I have friends over there. You might actually remember them, from when you were younger."

"Okay. I'll take your little trip. How long am I there?"

"As long as you feel like it. Minimum, two weeks. After that, it's your decision."

"Okay. Two weeks. That's all I'm taking and then I'm coming back home. You'll see, that I won't change a bit, because I'm perfectly fine," I was already up and walking towards the stairs multitasking, talking to my dad. "You'll see. You'll see." And I was gone up the stairs. Making it sound dramatic by fading out my voice.

I started to pack my clothes right away because I knew my dad would want me to. It was sunny Virginia so I packed my normal shorts and t-shirts. I had already two suitcases packed up and sitting by the door by 8 o'clock that night. My mind kept racing thinking if it was the right thing to do or not. I had many questions and I just sat on my bed thinking them over and over again. I grabbed the picture of Nick and me; the one I had put face down a few days ago, and looked at it. I rubbed my finger over his face and just mumbled, "I wish you could go with me", and pressed it against my chest. I was asleep after that.