hi

its emilie. so, here's three more chapters. yes, i'm aware i'm very late. but, i accutally just got home a minute ago. oh, and a few chapters ago, it mentioned that Izzy made a drawing of Nick. livi insisted that I put my drawings up, so in the profile at the bottom theres some sketches. Livi's doing ok. She's making it. Sort of. Unfortunatly, I'm not. Guess what? My parents just informed me I'm moving. How wonderfull. To some tiny little stars hollow esqe town in southeasteren pennsylvania, called malvern. Oh GREAT! I'm really kinda pissed about this.

check out my story tommorow night.

now to writing:


Chapter 18. Tell That Nick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today.

(from the song "Tell That Mick He Just Mad My List Of Things To Do Today" on Fall Out Boy on Take This To Your Grave.)

I sat in the back lounge. I was playing the 'Wonderwall' song I had written last night. My finger calluses started to crack and I stopped playing. I noticed the bus stop. Then heard people getting on. I guessed that it was the boys getting on. I lay down and closed my eyes. I cracked them open and peered towards the front of the bus. Nick and I locked eyes. I quickly shut my eyes. I hoped his gaze had moved. I opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me.

"What the!" I said.

"Hey…"

"Hi." I said. I sat up. I knew my leg was swelling so I didn't move it from its place.

"How's your leg?" He asked, sitting down.

"It sucks."

"Do you want me to look at it? I'm certified in First Aid training."

"You are???"

"Yeah." I nodded. I was wearing only sweatpants. He pushed up the pant leg to my knee. There was a large gash near my ankle that was purple and infected. It was swollen, and made my ankle twice its size. Nick made a face.

"What do you think?"

"You need a doctor. Really, really bad. This is infected bad. We need to get to a hospital." He said.

"What? What about the show!"

"You aren't going tonight. You really need a doctor."

"You said."

"I'm gonna go tell Mr. Montana…" He walked to the lounge. I followed him. Joe, Kevin, Mikayla, Miley and Mr. Stewart were sitting there.

"Mr. Montana?"

"Yes.."

"Is there any chance we could get to a hospital very soon?"

"Why?"

"Izzy's got this cut on her leg that's infected."

"No! I'm fine. Its nothing. We just need to get there." I said.

"Shut up, Iz. You need a doctor. We need to get her to hospital as soon as possible."

"I'll tell the driver." Mr. Stewart said.


I went to the hospital. I was there for a total of 23 stitches and a set of crutches. I wasn't allowed to walk for two weeks. Which totally sucked cause I still had to perform. We were meeting my dad at the next venue. I still had a week and a half left for my crutches.

Right now I'm sitting in the front lounge of the bus. Mikayla and Miley are fighting. Nick and Kevin are playing Guitar Hero. The bus is stopped at the stadium, waiting for my dad.

"Your voice is stingy, your music is stupid, and your outfits make me want to puke on them, but it looks like somebody already did." Miley said to Mikayla.

"I don't know what your problem is.." Mikayla started.

"My problem is I'm ten times better than you. And your gonna find that out when I take all the fans." Miley attempted a head bobble.

"Ok, listen here you one-hit-bobble head. The only thing your taking from me is lessons. Lesson number one, This.." Mikayla did a correct head bobble . "Is how you do the head thing. Yeah, that's right. I went there."

"Well, you know where I'm going?"

"Down the toilet with the rest of your career???" Mikayla said cheerfully. "Yeah, that's right I wnet there again, and this time, I bought property."

"Well, at least I write my own songs!" By now Nick and Kevin stopped playing and were watching the pop star battle.

"Yeah right. Your daddy writes your songs for you. At least I HELPwrite my songs."

"I'm better at dancing!" Miley said.

"Well ATLEAST I'm NOT A BITCH!" I looked to Joe.

"Can I talk to you?" We walked back. Well, he walked. I limped.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm only telling you this because I'm scared Nick's gonna ahead and date her any way, and I need advice.." He sat down.

"Is this about Hannah?" He said begrudgingly.

"Yes."

"Well…"

"Her name isn't really Hannah."

"Than what is it?" He asked.

"Well… Miley." I winced.

"Ok…… wait…. What?" He said totally confused.

"Miley Stewart is Hannah's real name."

"But… that's I'm possible! Miley has brown hair. Its curly…. You know?"

"She wears a wig when she's Hannah." He looked to Heannah and Mikayla who were still fighting.

"Your kidding."

"I wish I was."

"How can you tell?"

"Well, she told me."

"Doesn't Miley hate you?"

"I kinda… used… to… be her…." I lowered my voice. "Best friend? Three years ago…"

"No…. way…"

"Yes…"

"Whoa."