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Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 14

It was one of those moments where all you could hear was the whispering of other people, your heart beat, and your footsteps. The music had gone mute as soon as Nick and Cheyenne had begun their dispute. So as I left the party humiliated, sobbing hysterically, it was very much visible and audible of what had just occurred.

I could barely walk once I made it into the yard. I was choking on my sobs and bent over, clutching my stomach as I stumbled forward. My cell phone vibrated in my purse and I pulled it out as I made my way to the sidewalk. It was difficult to see who it was through my blurred vision, so I just picked up anyways.

"Hello?" I croaked out and sniffled, wobbling in my heels. I kicked them off and picked them up, deciding to walk home barefoot.

"Miles, are you alright?" I heard my sister's worried voice and sniffled again.

"Can you come pick me up?" I barely got out and heard her sigh on the other line.

"Where are you?"

"I was at a party… I just left," I explained and let out another sob.

She sighed. "Miley…"

"Please, Riss. I really need you to come get me," I said desperately and winced as the small rocks dug into the soles of my feet.

"Whose party were you at?"

"Ugh, I don't know!" I groaned and looked around for a street sign. I spotted one across the street and crossed so I could get a better look.

"I'm at the corner of Branford and Stanley, just pick me up here. I'll be waiting under the street light," I told her and waited for her confirmation before hanging up.

My head started pounding and I clutched at it as I collapsed onto my ass on the curb under the street light. I pulled my knees up to my chest and allowed my head to fall as I cried my eyes out.

The second I heard a car pull up, I rose to my feet and wiped my eyes. I grabbed my shoes and purse and opened the passenger side door. I said nothing and looked straight ahead.

"How drunk are you?" She asked me and I sighed and let my head fall back against the head rest.

"I just had a few shots," I said honestly and still, silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Was Nick at the party?" Just hearing his name made my stomach sick.

I groaned and ignored the question, hoping she would shut up about him.

"Why didn't you leave with him?" When I didn't answer she sighed and asked something else.

"Are you crying?" She asked, looking closely at my face and I wiped my cheeks dry quickly.

"No. Now would you please stop talking?" I begged desperately and she shut up after that.

My dad was working nights so he wasn't there to interrogate me with questions about why Marissa had to pick me up or why my eyes were red and my face was distorted. Thank goodness.

I went right up to my room and slammed the door shut, locking it… which I regretted because a loud slam was really not the best idea for my head ache. I threw my dress to the corner of my room and put on my "I give up" sweats and t-shirt. When I was content in my clothes, I put my iHome on and turned the music down low, but enough so I could still hear it. Crawling into bed I started to feel empty again. He wouldn't be sleeping next to me that night. Or the night after that… or any night after that. For some reason I missed his presence in my bed more than I did the past two weeks of not having him next to me, sleeping peacefully. Maybe it was because it had hit me that it was really over. No more games. He was done. I was done. There was no hope for us. It was over.

But thinking about all of that only made my tears start up again. I laid face down on my bed, my head pressed into my pillow as thick sobs were thrown up from deep in my system. I cried until I was unable to cry. My tears stopped and I was just lying in my bed, eyes open, replaying the night in my head over and over again as The Beatles' 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' was heard from my speakers.

It scared me how much I could relate to the lyrics, but that didn't cause me to change the song. It was soothing. It made me feel like I wasn't alone.

There was suddenly a knock on my window and I sat up, startled. The curtains were shut, but I prayed I was just making up noises in my head and that it was my imagination. I waited a minute, listening for another knock and sighed contently when I heard nothing. I lied back down and shut my eyes.

Knock. Knock.

I sat up again and turned my music off.

"Miley, please, I know you're awake," his voice alarmed me as it traveled into my room, slightly muffled.

Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

I walked to the window and moved the curtain. There was a full moon, but it was slightly dimmed because of the clouds and Nick's back was to me and he was leaning forward against the railing, looking up at the gray, dark sky.

I bit my lip, deciding on whether to talk to him or not.

What the hell? I thought and climbed out the window.

He must have heard the window open because he started to speak, his back still facing me.

"It's too bad there's so many clouds… tonight would have been a nice night to look at the stars," he said and looked at me once I stood next to him, my hand centimeters from his on the railing.

I wasn't in the mood for this small talk.

"Nick… why are you here?" I asked and looked away from him as I felt fresh tears well up behind my eyes.

"We need to talk."

I smirked, "You've done enough talking." I turned around to leave but was stopped as he grabbed my wrist.

"Miley please… listen to what I have to say," he all but begged and I cautiously looked into his eyes.

"Did you have sex with her?" I squeaked out nervously, looking into his eyes for the answer his mouth wouldn't give me.

"Who? Cheyenne?" He asked confused and I let out a short, tearless sob.

"No," I said softly, shaking my head, still looking into his gleaming eyes. He quickly understood who I meant and mouthed 'oh' slightly then retracted his eyes to mine.

"No," he shook his head and pressed his lips together.

"Please don't lie…" I begged and searched his eyes for a guilty plea… but there was none. His answer was sincere.

"I'm not, Mi. I swear. I didn't have sex with Demi's cousin. I don't even know where you got that from," he said, looking into my eyes, pleading for me to believe him.

I swallowed thickly. "Demi sent me some picture the night of that party… she was obviously drunk… but you and her cousin were in the background of each one… looking rather cozy," I explained, my mouth running dry.

"You can't assume things from a few pictures," he said eagerly.

"A picture's worth a thousand words."

"Yeah, but the truth is worth more!" He exclaimed quickly. I closed my mouth, signaling for him to go on. "I didn't sleep with her, I wouldn't do that to you… I mean, I know we weren't really together… but we were… we were something. I don't know what… but something. And I wouldn't hook up with anyone else as long as you were in my life the way you were… are." His words sunk in and I started to feel light headed.

"You did it to Cheyenne," I pointed out sadly and he sighed.

"She was different… when she hooked up with other guys, I hooked up with other girls. I only did it to her when she did it to me. It was stupid… but it is what it is," he explained to me, waiting patiently for me to speak.

I had nothing to say.

"Look, Ari and I are just good friends. I used to have a thing for her freshmen year, but that's it. She's two years older and we just goof off and joke about my previous crush. I was really shitfaced that night… but I can swear to you that nothing happened between us. I passed out in her bed… she went off with her boyfriend." He seemed to be telling the truth. His eyes were honest.

"I believe you…" I said in a small voice and he smiled, relieved. "But that doesn't take back what you said tonight… it's over, Nick," I said and looked down at my feet, then back to his face.

"I didn't want that to happen, I'm sorry it did…" Nick looked at me genuinely, but saying sorry didn't erase the memories of everyone who witnessed what happened at the party. Sorry didn't fix it. Any of it.

"I'm gonna ask to switch lab partners on Monday. You have a nice life, okay? Be good. Don't get any more tickets, please," I said softly and turned around before he could stop me. I climbed through my window, shut it, locked it, closed the curtain and fell to the floor in silent tears.

I didn't think I could ever show my face at school ever again.

So I didn't.

It was sophomore year all over again. Kind of.

I tried to stay out of school all week, but my dad told me Wednesday was the last day. I had to return on Thursday.

I wanted to die.

Wednesday night my sister came into my room. I was wallowing in self-pity, not giving a shit what people at school were thinking because I didn't return. She sat down on my bed and demanded for me to tell her what was going on.

It was times like that where I missed my mom. I wish she was there to help me. I needed her… then again… I wouldn't have been in the situation if she hadn't died. I wouldn't have moved and Nick wouldn't have forgotten, and we would have grown up as best friends… possibly more.

But that wasn't the case.

"Honey, please talk to me. I really wish I could help. Dad, Patrick and I are so worried…" Marissa said and rubbed my back as I sat up in the bed.

"Nick and I… broke up… and a bunch of other shit happened but… it's a really long story," I explained and the threatening tears fell relentlessly.

"I'm sorry," she said softly and gave me a warm hug.

I let the tears fall as fast as they could and shook my head at the idiocy of it all. "I fell in love with someone who doesn't love me for who I am. Or who I tried to be for him," I managed out in heaving breaths. My head hurt even worse and I felt like I could pass out.

"Oh, no, no, no," she whispered and brushed my hair away from my face. "I think you might just be wrong about that."

My eyes squeezed tighter, holding them closed as the images of Nick that night surfaced a little. "I'm not enough…"

My sister shook me a bit and turned my face to hers, tsking gently. "Miles, come down stairs."

I did as she said and she blinked back tears of her own. She held my hand and we walked down the stairs. We were about half way there when I shut my eyes, not feeling good.

"Open. Your. Eyes."

My eyebrows pulled together as I looked into her eyes. And slowly, as if I could feel his presence around me, my head swiveled towards the outskirts of the living room. My breath caught in my throat and I wiped my eyes repeatedly, wondering if what I was seeing was a mirage.

"For someone who doesn't care about you, he certainly has a terrible way of showing it," she whispered against my cheek.

Because every last inch of available space was covered in flowers. Three days. I had been MIA for three days, and I'd awoken to enough flowers to fill a meadow. Tulips, daisies, lilies, roses…all colors, all sizes, every bouquet imaginable took up my line of sight.

My heart lurched and I hung my head, crying now for an entirely different reason. I let myself crumble onto the step and wrapped my arms around my knees. I still had no idea what had happened to me…but I was sure of one thing.

Nick Jonas cared for me.

But where did we go from there?

I felt like I was going to throw up as pulled into the school parking lot. There was no way I could get through a full day, so I decided to go in late, during lunch… as if that was better. The second I walk in the school all eyes would be on me.

The walk of shame awaited me.

I parked and sat in my car for what seemed like three minutes, but was really ten. I just sat there debating whether to go in or not… kind of like the first day of the deal with Nick.

Go in, be stared at, be talked about, be questioned… ugh.

I grabbed my backpack and got out of my car. Walking as slow as possible. There was a battle going on in my head. I could turn around now. I didn't have to do this. I could just change schools, ask my dad to move back to my old district… maybe they'd remember me. Or maybe they wouldn't.

Before I knew it I was at the front doors. I took a deep breath and pulled it open, letting it close loudly behind me. A few people turned and looked, then they tapped their friends on the shoulder and a few more people turned and looked. Then it became a domino effect…

I was a big girl though. So I held my chin up and walked through the gates of hell. I let everyone stare. I let the comments circulate through the common area and cafeteria. I ignored what was in hearing distance.

"I can't believe you bribed him into sleeping with you…" I stopped short at the sight of Nicole standing in front of me with her arms crossed.

I closed my eyes and bit my tongue. "Please move," I said, opening my eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Doesn't that make you a prostitute in some form?" I wanted to pull her by the hair, swing her around and then throw her into the glass doors.

"Nicole, you have no idea what you're talking about. Now please, move."

"Why don't you just be like your mom and hang yourself in your basement? Things would be a lot better without you here." The words hit me like a thousand knives. How did she know? I had no clue. I didn't want to know how she knew.

The offer was tempting.

"Well I appreciate the thought, but I'm not gonna let you and your insecurity effect my life, now would you please get out of my way," I said bravely and took one step, only to have her step in front of me.

"You heard her, move, Nicole." I turned around to see Demi and Selena standing behind me. I gave them a tiny smile.

"You're actually gonna stick up for her? After she fooled us all? She lied to everyone!" Nicole exclaimed and Demi stepped up to her.

"We really don't give a shit. We like Miley. She's a cool girl. We're not gonna let one mistake she made define who she is as a person. She's our friend and we will stick up for her till the end of our existence," the words came out confident and strong. I smiled at Demi gratefully and Selena smiled at me reassuringly.

Nicole stood there speechless, her eyes averting to someone behind me. I turned around and saw Nick, standing with his hands in his pockets, looking at me worriedly. I faced forward and looked back to Nicole and Demi.

"Now back off," Demi said and Nicole smirked.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make you back off," Demi stepped closer to Nicole, eyeing her up and down.

"What is going on here? Miss Lovato please stop intimidating Miss Anderson," the principal appeared, putting space between the two.

"I apologize, Mr. Hughes, for causing a scene during school hours. I was just standing up for my friend," Demi explained sweetly, winning Mr. Hughes over.

"Of course, Demi. Have a safe day," he said and Demi smiled as he walked away. She then looked back to Nicole, smirked, and grabbed my hand, leading me to their table with Selena.

I got through the day. There still people who stared, but then there were people who didn't care.

Friday was a little tough. I had to sit through chemistry… next to him. Our teacher wouldn't let us switch. Thank God we just took notes all class, no interaction between us was necessary.

But he was so close. I could feel the heat rolling off his body in waves and I could smell his Axe shampoo and body wash… it was way too much for me to handle. So the second the class was over, I booked it out of there. Luckily, he wasn't at lunch because Selena insisted I sit with them.

But then Friday night came. And it was the best… saddest night of my life.

Nerves. Nerves unlike anything I had ever experienced were charging through my body like soldiers on a battlefield. I was worried about how he would react to me climbing through his window.

Ha, yep. I climbed through Nick Jonas' bedroom window. I'm not gonna lie, it was really difficult. But, I needed to talk to him… and his mom was home. I didn't want her to see me. So I scaled his house and crawled through the window.

I landed on my feet with a low thud and silent cursed, hoping he didn't hear and come bursting in his room with a bat or something.

His room was dark, it was like eleven at night or something… but he was home because he car was in the driveway. Oh how I missed his room… it smelled like him… it was him. And I smiled remembering that I was the only other person to ever be in his room.

His door suddenly opened and the light flicked on, I covered my eyes quickly, the brightness hurting them. I then remembered that I was in his room and he just opened the door and saw me standing there lamely. My hands slowly dropped from my face and I opened my eyes carefully. The lights were off again and there was a lamp on instead.

Nick stood there with a confused, worried, look on his face. I took a deep breath and chuckled lowly at the situation.

"Well this is a little more awkward than I thought it would be…" I trailed off and he shut his door quietly, locking it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, sounding... scared or panicked, almost.

"I need to talk to you," I said and shut his window before walking closer to him.

"Miley, you said it yourself… it's over. Now come on, let me drive you home," he said and grabbed my arm.

"No!" I exclaimed and pulled myself out of his grasp. I backed up and turned around once, gathering my thoughts. "It's not over…" I whispered as my eyes met a drawing on his wall of all of his friends… and me… I smiled at it sadly and turned to face him.

"You were right last weekend…" I started and sighed. "There is… something… between us… and we both know it."

"Miley…" He whispered lowly, stepping closer to me. I swallowed hard as he got closer. "I can't stop thinking about you, Miley," his voice was low and desperate. He leaned in and touched his lips to mine softly, his hands made their way to my head, bringing me closer to him.

I missed his lips… so much. I missed everything about him. I missed it because I loved it. I loved the feel of his hair. I loved the feel of his body pressing into mine. I love his hands in my hair. I loved his soft lips. I loved everything about him.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I opened my eyes, meeting with his and took a deep breath. "Nick, I lo…" He cut me off with a pained expression.

"Don't… say it, please. Don't say it," he said and looked at me, begging. I felt tears well up in my eyes and looked at him helplessly. "Because… if you do, I know I won't be able to look at your face once I don't say it back." He leaned away and there was now about a foot of space between us.

"Why not?" I asked desperately and he looked down sadly then focused on me again.

"You know why…Miley, uhm," his expression slightly hardened and he shook his head, pulling his lips between his teeth. "You know, so… don't make me say it."

I looked at him, saddened and shrugged.

"You don't know what it's like to not know how to love, Miley. You're so full of love… you have no idea… how hard it is to feel nothing. To be… completely and utterly alone." And in that moment, I felt my heart break. It broke for him.

In the beginning of this story, I made a reference to the Beatles' 'Eleanor Rigby'. There's a reason for that.

The song is obviously about feeling lonely and depressed. Eleanor and the father of the church both lead solitary lives. The scene at the wedding shows Eleanor's desire to be loved and have a family. She basically watches the wedding take place from a distance and wishes that could be her. When Eleanor goes out she tries to make people think that she is happy and not all alone. She wears that face so that no one can see the loneliness and emptiness that she feels. It is a false impression that she is giving to everyone that she sees… she lived such a lonely life that even when she died no one went to her funeral. The song is basically the Beatle's pondering on the fact that...how can someone be that alone?

Well… it's unfortunately possible. Because when you feel like no one cares or you feel like you don't know how to care… it gets lonely. Very, very fast.

Combine Nick and I… and you end up with Eleanor.

Tears pricked my eyes. "I may be full of love, but it's only because I never want anyone to feel how I've felt." I sighed and stepped closer to him. "I do know what it's like to be alone. Nick, I've been there… there was a time in my life where I had nobody. Absolutely no one. My dad was never home, my sister was away… my friends stopped talking to me… I felt unwanted… like no one wanted to be with me," I explained and I felt tears stream down my face.

"I want to be with you," he muttered.

"Then be with me."

Suddenly he captured my face in his hands, forcing his lips on my own. It was as if a dam had opened. It felt like I was clawing at his clothes to get them off, and it couldn't happen fast enough. But once his shirt was off, I attacked his chest with my open mouth, kissing every available piece of exposed skin that appeared in the dim lighting. His chest was shaking and he was breathing raggedly while letting his shirt drop to the floor, and I couldn't stop myself from running my tongue over his pecs, or from digging my fingers into his arms.

He fumbled with his belt and I listened excitedly as his pants hit the floor, and somehow I missed exactly how he rids himself of everything, but he was gloriously naked in front of me within the blink of an eye.

My mouth opened to speak but only a squeak comes out.

"Breathe, Miley," he chided me and I took in a deep breath.

His skin was smooth and warm beneath my fingers as I allowed myself to touch him slowly, painting a picture of him in my mind, like my movements were brushstrokes across my psyche. I ached and longed for him in ways that made me feel weak all over. As if losing him again could very well end my life.

Knowing that I had him for a very short time, as he unbuttoned my jeans, I dropped my hands to the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, and let it fall to the floor with my bra so that I was facing him in my most vulnerable and bare state. We were on a level playing field now.

No more thoughts passed through my mind as I lifted my hands to run up his sides and over his shoulders into the soft hair at the base of his neck. They pulled him towards me and he wrapped his arms around my torso, pressing every last hot inch of his immaculate form against mine. His lips worked across my neck and I allowed him to suck and nibble as my head dipped to adore his shoulder and arm, my stomach rubbing against his hard-on wantonly.

But I couldn't take it slow anymore and my body was screaming for him to be inside of me, so I did what my heart said instead of my brain and I pushed him back on his bed and straddled his lap.

He reached into his bed side table and grabbed a condom, ripping the foil eagerly. I took it from his hands and rolled it onto him slowly, causing him to moan lowly.

I kissed him as hard as I could to convey my love without words because, at that point I couldn't put it into any sentence that would mean more than what I could show him with my actions. Gripping him in my hand, I settled over the tip and felt it press into my entrance and I allowed myself to gaze into his eyes before I dropped down slightly onto him.

The brown of his irises were almost completely eliminated as his fingertips dug into my sides and he stiffened suddenly.

I whimpered in pain a little.

"Are you okay?" He managed to get out and I nodded once.

"It's just been a while… and I've never been this way…" I explained quietly and allowed myself to slide further down.

He was blinking frantically and I watched his mouth fall open before his tongue flicked out across his drying lower lip. "Ungh," he choked out and shuddered. "You're so soft."

I nodded and took a needed breath before planting my hands on his shoulders and settling fully onto him, stretching and allowing him to fill me completely until every last possible inch disappeared inside. And the emotion there in his eyes as we became one broke my heart but filled it at the same time, making whatever slight physical pain I might've been experiencing disappear immediately.

This is what it is like to be loved.

My knees pushed forward slightly and I rose up, using his shoulders to balance while I shifted my weight into him. He pressed hot open mouthed kisses along my jaw and moaned softly when I descended, and I melted when he rocked his pelvis forward and we met slowly.

Letting my fingers trail up his neck to tickle across his hairline, I felt his hands claw at my back, one settling on my spine and the other sliding upwards to cup the back of my head so that he could hold my face to his while his panting breaths washed over my open mouth.

"I love you," I moaned against his lips as my chest slid over his, creating a trail of warmth over and over again. "So much. I've always loved you…" My words were cut short as his lips enveloped mine and his tongue filled my mouth, rolling in over and over until I couldn't breathe from the force.

Gasping, I shuddered against him and cried out into his neck as he angled upward and into me harder.

"I'm sorry," he groaned and I gripped onto him tighter as he lost his restraint. I wasn't sure if the apology was for the fact that he couldn't tell me he loved me too or because of the slight pain he inflicted on me. The confusion in my head didn't last long though.

He flipped us over and kissed me hard as his hand trailed from my face down to my thigh. I allowed myself to move against him as he claimed me and made me his, begging my body to bend to his will and take every last thrust and push and pull and kiss that he had to give me.

I knew when he was about to come because he pressed his teeth into my neck and moaned my name, long and low under my ear, desperate as he jerked above me, and I permitted myself to feel him and love him and hold onto him as a wave of release rolled over me a second later.

It was as intense and earth shattering as others… it was perfect.

My fingers rested open on his cheek and I breathed him in, memorizing the sweet musk of the light sheen of sweat that collected on his shoulder while I caressed his face. His hand encircled mine lovingly and he brought my fingers to his lips. A gentle movement sent us rolling onto our sides, face to face in the dim light of the moon, peaking through his window.

He smiled, glassy eyed and satiated as he held my hand to his chest. And I felt his heart beating rapidly under his strong muscles and porcelain skin. Leaning forward, I placed a single kiss there and promised to love him for all of eternity, if he would let me.

Curling my body into his, I let him wrap me in his arms, feeling safe and like all I needed in the world was to be held by him like this forever.

But it wouldn't be forever.

Because somewhere along the way it started to hurt. The fact that I loved him, but he just couldn't bring himself to love me back hurt way more than I ever expected.

So I left.

Q: That was my first sex scene, was it awful? Hahaha

A/n: We're coming to an end…. Like three chapters left or so…. D:

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