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Miley POV Today is the day. The day. The day. The day where it's final.
The day where I have to accept he's dead. The day where him and our secrects, get buried in the ground, The day where I'll make a speach. Today, is the day. I've never been one for public speeches, and when I'm nervous, I run my finger through my hair, but there is no hair.
Atleast not enough where I can just look busy, and off In my own imaginary world. Today I'm dressed in a colorful scarf red leggings, a green hat, a violet shirt, and a crisom skirt. I know I looked absured, and I know I would be the only one there not wearing black, but did I care? Not at all.
"Miley." My mom mutterd softly. I looked in her bright blue eyes, the exact same shade as mine, and detected a sense of fear. She apporached me slowly, and I tried to angle my head anyway, except her way. I know she was praying that I would be responsible and act like a young lady, but that diden't happen.
"I understand more than you think." She stated towards me.
It was the longest sentence she had said to me since Nick's death, almost 2 weeks ago. I didn't let her explain, instead I felt an emotion of guilt flood over me. Then I did the unexpected, I turned around, marched up those stairs, and changed. I changed not emotionally but physically.
Whan I walked down those stairs fifteen minutes later I was wearing a stunning black dress, not to formal but all the same stunning. I also applied facial makeup, and did something more productive with my hair. Then I slapped the fakest smile on my face, I had EVER seen. If you were to look once you might actually buy it, but I knew the truth. My mom didn't say a thing when I walked down the stairs, but I could see the slight smile creeping up on her face. I could've slapped that smile off her face. Instead I walked quickly, head held upright, face wearing a fake smile, out the door and into the car.
I'm nervous. Why shouldn't I be? I greet guests, like I should like my mother liked. Inside it's a lie. I wish this was some cruel joke.
"Miley." I heard a familar voice behind me. I didn't want to turn around, this past week all voices have sounded the same, exactly like Nick's. All the same I turned around, and found myself in a tight embrace.
"Joe?" I asked. With the fake smile on my face vanishing for a moment, and becoming real, just for a seconf.
"I'm sorry I haven't called, I thought hearing my voice would upset you." It was a relief, knowing that someone understood me.
"You of all people calling me would have hurt the most" I regretted those words as soon as they came out of my mouth. They were the truth, they were also hurtful. Joe's eyes turned a little darker, but I tink he beared through it just for me. So he changed the subject.
"You cut your hair" He said admiring it. I made a slight groan,
not because I didn't like it, mostly because I didn't like to be reminded of that night.
"I hate it." I blurted out. Then I smiled slightly, it was funny that I told the truth, and partially a lie at the same time. He smiled widley, seeing there was slight happiness from his visit. To bad it would vanish when I was alone tonight, in the dark, with just Nick and his memories.
"We'll personally I love it" He flashd his perfect lying cheesy smile. he continued. "It brings out your baby blue eyes." He touched a strand of my hair as he spoke softly. This wasn't uncommon, or uncomfortable for us. Sure when me and Nick started dating moments like this weren't so often, but it never ment anything. My face flushed a slight pink, which kinda stung, since it hasn't done that in forever.
"Joe!" I raised my voice at him. "I'm 18 for crying out loud, I'm not your little baby!" I said with as much sarcasm as I could immply. It was hard talking with Joe, I hated even a decent conversation without Nick. I know I needed this atleast with Joe, but I couldn't bring myself to bare it. I watched Joe for a moment, watch his face turn from happiness, too curiosity.
"Miley what was it like after Nick died?" Joe asked. To soon, it was far too soon.
"Shutup." I screamed. He suddenly backpeeled. He wasn't aware of the condition I was in. He leaned forwards to touch my shoulder, and apologize, but I ran. Yes, all I did was run.
I ran past all Nick's friends, and relatives. I ran past staring eyes, and un voiced curiousity. I ran over bumps, and pot holes, I ran for Nick. Then I saw a tumbstone, and I stopped running. Its read Jerry Tomas Jonas, Nicks fathers name.
I had made a speech for Nick, I hadn't written it down, because I thought it would be more eddicate to memorize it.
There was no way in hell I was going back to where everyone gatherd, to all see Nick's grave. I hadn't seen his grave yet we all decided to wait till everyone was there to leave. Theres no since in letting my speach go to waste? So I thought my thought aloud.
"Mr. Jerry." I said aloud. I looked down at his tombstone, as I fought back tears. "If you see Nick up there will you tell him this for me?" I coughed out. These were the words, I wanted Nick to hear. I just haven't had the guts to pray to him.
"Nick, I've loved you since the first day I've met you." I remember me exiting the nurses office, and you bumping into me?" I looked down at my black flats as I said these words. I wouldn't mention he was trying to ditch school. He can take that secret to his grave. "Any normal sane person would've said sorry and left, bu ou stayed." My speach was taking a turn, this wasn't exactly what I was planning to say.
"Why did you stay Nick?" I paused. "Was It a spark you felt about me?" I absetmidedly reached for my hair that wasn't there, I was nervous. You ask why should I be nervous, because I was opening up to myself. "When I met you, I knew you were trouble." "It didn't matter though, I stayed, and a friendship turned into something more." I sniffled a bit, but no tears. " I don't think you ever realized it Nick, but you had such an effect on people." I said sadly.
I continued speaking. " You had this charm, you were irresistible." " It's like you were a piece of a puzzle piece, it dosen't work unless you have all the pieces..."