A/N: The voices in my head won't leave me alone about my Hannah Montana fic. They won't say a thing about Shattered or Paintball War, but they'll go on and on and ON about Backseat. No, we don't! Yes, you do! Oh great… My schizophrenia is out for the world to see. Quit your whining. Shut up, voices, or I'll poke you with a Q-tip.
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Disclaimer: Why do I have to put one of these in here? I mean, come on! This is depressing! Fine! I don't own Hannah Montana. I don't own Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas, etc. (Aw, man! If I did, I would be married to Kevin, tell Joe that I think he dances like a spastic rodent, force Nick to cut his hair, and be REALLY rich.) I do own, however, "Sketch".
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Everything could be better than right now. My parents are getting divorced, Miley and I aren't talking, and I'm failing English. I sighed and went back to studying.
I couldn't concentrate. I sighed again and pulled out a notebook and pencil and began writing a song.
Tonight is the night
I'm gonna pick up my pencil
I'm going to start
Coloring in my life
I've been keeping
To the edges,
And leaving it
Black and white
Life is just one black line
So I'm gonna start
Making something mine
And I'm going to sketch
Sketch it all in
Every detail
Every dot
Every little thing
That makes it me
I pick up my eraser
Planning on erasing
All my mistakes
Then I change my mind
And put it down,
Cause all of those mistakes
Just make it me
Life is just one black line
So I'm gonna start
Making something mine
And I'm going to sketch
Sketch it all in
Every detail
Every dot
Every little thing
That makes it me
And I pick up my pen
And ink it all in
Making it permanent
Immovable, indestructible
Life is just one black line
So I'm gonna start
Making something mine
And I'm going to sketch
Sketch it all in
Every detail
Every dot
Every little thing
That makes it me
I'm gonna sketch it in
Every detail
Every dot
Every little thing
That makes it me
I looked up and saw Nick grinning at me from my doorway and clapping. "That was great! When did you write that?"
"Just now. And it's not that great. It could be better." I smiled at him. I took in little details, like how his purity ring as always twisted so you could only see "Pon" instead of "Poned". "Want to go play Guitar Hero III?" He nodded and we went downstairs.
An hour later, I had beaten Lou in the last guitar battle and "Through the Fire and Flames". Nick was mad because he couldn't and I could. He finally got through it and stuck his tongue out at me. I responded by kissing him on the nose. To which he responded by kissing me on the mouth.
I returned the kiss, until my cell rang. I broke away from Nick and answered. "Hello?"
"Lillian Elizabeth Truscott! Where are you? I have looked all over the house. You know that you are supp-" I cut my mother off.
"Mom, I'm in the video game room in the basement." I said in explanation.
"Oh… Oops. Sorry, honey. I forgot to look there." My mother apologized.
"It's okay. No can we please stop eating up my minutes? You did call my cell." She said good-bye and hung up. "My mother calls at the worst times."
"It's okay. Now… where were we?" He asked. I smiled.
"Right here…" He and I leaned in and kissed.
Only to be interrupted by Miley. "Lilly, I just wanted to apolo- Oh. Hi, Nick." She said. "Was I interrupting something?" I glared at her.
Nick wrapped an arm around my waist. "Yes, you did." Miley looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry. I just want to talk to Lilly." Nick looked at me and I nodded and he walked back upstairs. She turned back to me. "So… Nick Jonas, huh? Blonde girl aims high." We laughed and I felt myself beginning to forgive Miley. "How long?"
"Yeah, Nick Jonas. And it's been about 2 weeks." I smiled at the thought of the cute, curly-haired, sensitive Jonas.
"Lilly? I'm sorry for being such a bitch lately. The Hannah thing is just getting rough and I've been taking it out on you." I nodded and we hugged. I had my best friend back.