A/N: Ick. I hate you all SO much right now. Not really, but I had such a hard time choosing the contest winners. Here they are: (If you don't mind, I paired one of the winners with Kevin…if you are one of the winners and you think that's offensive, please do not hesitate to tell me…in a review)
SVUlover (Jen), Anna-Morgause (Anna), and there are mentions of JBLOVE3792! (Haley) Haley might or might not be in the story, I haven't decided yet, so I really apologize!
Please don't be upset with me! The actual winner of the contest was Anna. Anna, I know you wanted to be with a different character, but unfortunately I ended up changing it. I'm SO sorry! On the bright side, you get a virtual fruit basket! And this chapter is dedicated to you. Also, I'm so sorry for the delay! I just really didn't know what to do with this chapter!
This is for Anna–Morgause. Enjoy!
NICK POV:
Way to make a dream come true, Nick. I thought sarcastically and sadly…if that was possible…as I sobbed, clutching on to Miley. My parents, Frankie, Kevin, and Kevin's girlfriend, Jen (don't worry, she'll have a bigger part in the story) had all gone to Disneyland for the day.
"Nick you idiot! You just knocked the girl unconscious! If you wanted to kill her, you should have done it on the couch, stupid!" Joe yelled, half serious, half trying to cheer me up.
"Joe. Joe, please!" I cried. He came over to me and wrapped me in a hug, quietly rubbing my back as I sobbed violently into his shoulder.
"What have I done?" I whimpered. "I hit her, Joe. I hit her."
"Don't worry, she's going to be—oh, no!" Joe's voice broke.
JOE POV:
I felt tears threaten to spill out of my eyes as I examined Miley…and found a piece of glass protruding out of the upper-half of her back. I jumped up and ran to call the hospital.
NICK POV:
I looked over and saw glass sticking out of Miley's back. I held on to her, I cried, I screamed, I practically threw a hissy fit on the floor of her bedroom. I didn't care about being manly and whatnot. Why? Because I had just punched Miley!
"Nick J, the paramedics are here." Joe informed me, gently rubbing my back as he helped me stand up. Joe only called me Nick J if he really felt sorry for me; now was probably one of those times.
Joe walked away to talk to one of the paramedics. I saw Miley's body, limp, fragile and bleeding as she was carried into the ambulance by one of the doctors.
"JOE!" I screamed. He rushed over to my side instantly. "Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, JOE." I buried my face in his chest, unable to prevent the heart-wrenching sobs wracking my body.
Joe took me in his arms, lifting me up in his arms and carrying me into the ambulance to ride to the hospital.
"Shh. Nick, don't worry. Don't worry, Nick J, I'm not leaving."
I clutched onto Joe, holding on with every ounce of strength, not letting go when the car stopped, letting him guide me into the waiting room. I sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, and yeah…I sobbed. After what seemed an eternity a man in a white coat came over to us.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Brown. I am Miley Stewarts doctor. Are you her family?" The man asked.
"We're close enough." Joe interrupted.
"She had to have surgery to have a fatal piece of glass removed, and she has a painful bruise on her face. She is okay to have visitors, but she keeps asking for her mother. My records show that she passed away. So you must be careful with her until the medicine wears off. She might be asleep, though." Doctor Brown told us.
"Okay. What room is she in?" I asked, shaking.
"She's in room 421." The doctor answered.
Joe and I sprinted to Miley's room. She had apparently dozed off, but I winced as I saw how big the bruise on her face was. She had an IV sticking out of her arm, and she had some kind of gauze on her back to cover up her stitches. I watched as her eyes fluttered open.
"What happened?" She asked. Miley briefly surveyed her surroundings, and a pained expression overcame her face as she remembered.
"Joe? Can you come here?" She asked softly. Joe eagerly obliged.
"I just need a hug." She told him calmly. He gently wrapped his arms around her and then she burst into tears. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. She moved up and kissed him. She stopped crying and Joe wiped away the tears that had involuntarily trailed down his cheeks.
"Nick?" Miley's voice wavered.
"Yes?" I responded hopefully.
"I'm sorry, but you have to accept that I'm with Joe now, and I truly believe he will take good care of me. Please don't be angry with me; I just feel so, unsafe around you. I don't think we can still be friends." She broke my heart with the words she spoke.
I stood there, stunned as Miley gave me a small smile and turned to kiss Joe. I ran out of the room, pushing past everyone, crying for what seemed the millionth time that day.
MILEY POV:
Joe and I made out in the hospital room. He left a trail of kisses on my neck and shoulder as I ran my fingers through his dark black hair.
"Joey, can I come out of the hospital now?" I asked him.
"Yeah, honey. I already signed the papers. Let's get you going." Joe lifted me in the bed and my knees went weak and I half leaned, half collapsed against his chest.
"Joe. This hurts." I whimpered, bravely trying to keep from crying.
"Alright, baby. I'm going to carry you." Joe placed one hand below my knees and one hand on the small of my back, lifting me bridal style and carrying me out of the hospital.
When we finally got home, Joe carried me to my room and gently set me down on the bed.
"Joey? I'm okay to walk now, I just wasn't used to it because my back really hurt. But it's better now, baby." I told him.
"Okay, darlin'. Now, get some rest Bud." Joe said, trying his best to imitate my dad. I threw my head back and gave a laugh that echoed in my heart. It had been a really long time since I had felt so happy and I was feeling great.
I stopped abruptly when I heard sobbing coming from the room next door. I had one guess to who that was, and I'd bet a million dollars I was the reason for the tears. My face sobered.
"Joe?" I looked to him for consent and after a moment's hesitation he nodded.
"Thank you." I whispered and I gave him a kiss on the cheek as I got up to leave.
He smiled weakly. "Good luck."
I nodded, acknowledging what he said and I left the room.
"Nick?" I knocked on the door. There was no reply so I went in the room. Nick was curled up in a fetal position, sobbing loudly.
I couldn't do it; I left. I couldn't tell Nick that. I sat down in my room and played with Joe's fingers before he spoke.
"It's alright, he'll understand. Do you want to play a game?" He asked thoughtfully. I nodded my head and he pulled out Monopoly. He set it up and asked me what piece I'd like.
"I'd like the racecar, please." That was Nick's favorite. Joe handed it to me and I put it on the start thingy. All of a sudden there was a large crash and the sound of shattering glass coming from Nick's room.
"Oh my gosh! Nick!" I shrieked, almost running in to the door because I forgot to open it. I almost knocked down the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Nick was making out with some girl!
I cleared my throat and Nick jumped back with his face bright red.
"M-Miley? Heh, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Anna." He introduced his new "friend". She was pretty, with long brown hair, pale skin, and freckles dotted her face. On her nose perched small, kind of square, wire-rimmed glasses. They were cute.
"Hi, I'm Anna! It's a pleasure to meet you. Nick's told me all about you." Anna said with a fake smile. (A/N: Anna, I'm so sorry, I don't want to make you the bad character; you'll get better, I promise!)
"Oh, really? That's just fabulous." I replied, my voice dripping with hate and sarcasm.
"Millie, hun, why don't you leave my Nicky and I to, oh, let's say a little privacy." Anna sneered at me.
"It's Miley, thanks. I'm sorry if your brain's too small to process that thought." I snapped.
"Hey! Don't you talk to her that way" Nick said angrily, "If you're jealous try being nice for once, Miss Stewart!"
"FOR ONCE?!" shrieked, outraged, "Nicholas Jerry maybe if you had ever looked away from your reflection in the mirror you would have seen how much I loved you! Yeah, I loved you and now I just really hope that you have fun kissing your new girlfriend!" I ran out the room, letting tears fall freely down my face.
"Miley… I heard." Joe said softly, "Do you still love him?"
"N-no." I choked out, "He thinks I'm a big, self-centered butthead… or something."
Joe wrapped his arms around me and let me cry softly into his shoulder. Joe was sweet, but whenever I kissed him, I could only feel Nick's velvety, soft lips and the kisses filled with passion that he used to give me. I didn't remember Joe's greedy, starved, kisses. I liked Joe but all I could think was, He really doesn't like me anymore.
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