Okay I apologize for taking so long with this, I rewrote it like 4 times and now I think I've finally got it right. I loved writing this chapter, I love when a chapter just flows and you're constantly writing. I hope this was worth the wait. Also I will be posting pictures of Miley's outfits on my profile from now on. If you didn't see on my profile, I started a new story called When You Look Me In The Eyes, it's just an idea I'm toying with right now but it's going good so far. This will be my main story though, for now.
I'm adding some new characters into this story but Niley and Jemi will be the main people in the story. So Selena is Selena Gomez, Justin is Justin Bieber. Jacob is Taylor Lautner and I'll be introducing Taylor Swift in the next chapter too. This chapter explains some more detail about Demi and Delta too. Unfortunately, we might not have seen the end of Delta, I'm not sure yet. Selena, Jacob, Justin and Taylor will not be in every chapter either just in case you were wondering. They'll drop in every once in a while. Emily and Mandy are Emily Osment and Mandy Jiroux, just in case you didn't know or something.
Enjoy and thank you for your patience :))
I smile as I wake up and Nick's arms are around me, he was so cute when he was sleeping. The sunlight is shining through the window almost blinding me as I stroke Nick's arm gently. He mumbles in his sleep before opening his eyes to see if I notice.
'Was I sleeptalking?',
'A little', I laugh as he cringes.
'Nick, what is that on my feet?',
'Elvis',
'Presley?',
'My dog you geek',
'Why is your dog trying to break my legs?',
'He's not he's just a big dog',
'Does he always sleep on your bed, with you?',
'A lot of the time',
'In case you get lonely at night?', I tease and Nick shakes his head in embarassment. I get up off his bed and look at Elvis, he's really cute. He's just looking back at me and I laugh.
'So, what's on the cards today?', I ask as Nick just lays there.
'Demi suggested jet-skiing',
'Cool, well I'm gonna go home and get changed and stuff, what time are we leaving?',
'I don't know, I'll go ask', Nick smiles as he gets out of bed. He reached for my hand and pulls me with him.
'Hey that was freaking sore', I whisper to him and he shushes me. I look at him, I'm shocked. How dare he just shush me! He turns to look at me again and starts laughing at me.
'Miles, they're having sex, we have to stay quiet', he whispers and my eyes almost pop. Demi and Joe are on the other side of the door that I have my ear to and having sex. Ewwww, this is gross.
'Nick, stop it. We're not listening to this. Come on',
'Just wait a second, we have to find a way to talk to Demi',
'I think she's a little busy',
'I know she's busy...', Nick says back but is interrupted when Joe's door swings open. We both turn to look at Joe who does not look happy.
'What the hell are you two doing?', he asks and Nick and I look at each other and laugh.
'You okay bro?', asks Nick
'Don't patronize him, Joe you look angry, was that not the happy ending you were hoping for?', I laugh and Joe stares at me as Nick sniggers beside me. I hear Demi laughing on Joe's bed but Joe still looks quite angry.
'What do you want?', he asks
'We were just wondering what time we're going out today?',
'Cause Miley needs to go home and shower, cause she stinks', Nick laughs and I turn and punch him on the arm.
'We're leaving at ten, now can you both fuck off, I'm busy', says Joe in a deadpan voice. Wow he really is pissed.
'Yes but remember, use protection', I joke as I'm walking away and Joe chases after Nick and I.
'You ready?', Nick asks me as we're about to get onto a jet ski, Demi and Joe have already took off and are about a mile out already.
'The question is, are you ready?', I laugh and he smirks at me.
He brings out a whole new level of confidence in me, in a week! I've never been this upfront or bold and the BAM! I become friends with him and I'm saying things I would never normally say out loud and I'm not afraid to be myself. It feels awesome. He makes me feel confident and comfortable, I've never had that with anyone except my family and Demi. Nick and I have settled into this little routine or whatever you want to call it of us just joking around, having fun, no pressure to be anything other than who we are. I feel free.
It's weird, Nick's so quiet and... organized. Like really organized. I expected him to be really uptight after I saw his bedroom. Someone once told me there's two types of people in the world. Putters and Leavers. Putters are more uptight, they like things their own way, organized how they like it and Leavers are more carefree, like me. Nick's a Putter, he puts things in places, he doesn't leave them there. I just throw things and find them later on where they've landed. I don't put too much planning into everything I do, Nick does. We're total opposites and I know people say opposites attract and stuff but Nick and I, in the last 4 days, have totally gelled together, we're almost glued at the hip. As well as Nick and I being opposites, Nick's totally sensitive, secretly. He doesn't like to let people see that side to him and I've only seen it briefly. There have been a couple of times in the last couple of days that I can see he's getting annoyed that I've said something or that I've just left something somewhere but he has a lot of self discipline, he stopped himself from arguing with me or getting annoyed, I guess I bring out a slight laidback side to him.
Behind closed doors a week ago I wouldn't have voiced my opinion as freely as I do now and believe me, I can be really outspoken. I like being different from others. Nick called me a maverick a couple of days ago and I guess that's maybe what it is that is different about me. I don't like living up to people's expectations, I don't care what people think, I don't live for people to judge me. That's just who I am. I guess that's why I'm an athiest, maybe it was to rebel against my parents but I believe that a person's life should not have limits just because of their religion. I feel religion limits people's desires to live their own lives.
To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach.
My opinions get me into arguments every once in a while but why can't I voice my opinion? I'm sick of people expecting me to be something and stereotyping me. I study really hard for school, maybe it's because I'm a hypocrite in what I said about people judging me, because I don't want people just knowing me for one thing, being funny or being that girl who walks around school in shorts and heels or being that girl with the tattoos and piercings. I can be all those things. Most people live and die being known for one thing, their whole lives and what they lives for being described in one sentence or less. I don't want that, I don't know what my future holds but I don't want my life to be like that, I want the people around me to be able to write pages and pages about me because I influenced them or I made them feel a special way or the memories that we shared, I don't know. But I don't want my life to be summarized in one sentence. It would just feel worthless. You know?
But then it comes back full circle, I want to feel that I've influenced people and people have a nice opinion of me and then sometimes I just think 'fuck this, I'm not living for anyone else, I want to have fun', but it always just leads me to argue with myself about how I want to live. I know, it's stressful being in my mind!
I argue with myself over pointless stuff that doesn't mean anything because I'm wasting time. I'm rambling, I do that a lot when I talk about myself. Damn I must have an ego. I only do it because it's you guys, yes you, the people reading my mind right now. Philosophical, was it not? Now I'm really rambling and Nick is looking at me like I'm an alien. Snap out of it Miles!
I smile at him as I sit on the jet ski, he sits behind me as we set off on the jet ski, he trusts me enough to be in control of steering, I don't know why because I have no faith in myself but I'll give it a shot. Oh Miley, you're ever the optimistic. We start speeding out to meet up with Joe and Demi, Joe has finally forgave us for torturing him earlier, it was just too good of an opportunity to tease him that I had to, Joe being angry and trying not to laugh is one of the funniest things I have ever seen and Demi, being the best friend that she is, talked to him for us to try and lighten the mood.
'Miles, slow down', Nick says in my ear as I'm going full speed over to Demi. I smirk at him and he shakes his head in disbelief and chuckles. His hands are resting around my waist and it feels... comfortable, normal, perfect?
We drive by Demi and Joe and I see a flash, Demi taking a picture of Nick and I. Demi loves taking pictures to capture memories and then when Demi and I are like 90, we can look back and laugh. We used to have scrapbooks that we'd glue all our pictures into, I only made like 3 but Demi was really into it when we were 16, I guess at the time she had nothing better to do with her time, she was living in hell. Now she didn't have to go through that anymore, her mom was moving to Miami whcih meant Demi was going to live with her dad. And get this, Demi's dad only lives 3 houses away from me, Demi and I will be neighbors. How cool is that?
It also meant that when Demi and myself needed somewhere to go over spring break, we're hitting up Miami. I know I'm excited too. Cool huh?
'Nick, take the bars', I ask Nick and he reaches his hand out to control the steering. He slows down a little, finally happy that he has contol, that's another thing about Nick, he doesn't like anyone controlling what happens to him. Another personality trait of a Putter. Go Figure!
He watches as I spin myself around and wrap my legs around him. He smirks, he probably thinks this is me trying to seduce him, it's so not, I'm going to lie back across the bar and sunbathe, like any normal 17 year old girl at the beach would do. I'm not crazy!
He looks a little disappointed as he sees that I'm just laying back and shifts himself up a little so he's not way at the back. His shifting is grinding against me and I laugh as his right hand comes around and touches my back, I shiver at the contact and he laughs.
'You a little on edge there Miles?', he smiles and I look at him, bite my lip and smile. He hates when I do that in public, because I know that turns him on and he can't do anything about it.
'You know I hate when you do that',
'That's why I do it Jonas!',
'You are such a tease', he laughs and I stick my tongue out at him. He stops the jet ski and just looks at me.
'Why did you stop?',
'We need to talk',
'We are talking',
'No seriously. I just want to know one thing',
'Okay',
'Why do you hate Delta?',
'I just do', I said, I was getting a little uncomfortable. I did not expect this question, at all.
'I just want to know, I know you're not a jealous person Miley so it's not because I used to date her. You obviously hate her for another reason and all I want is to find out the reason and then it will never be brought up again',
'Why are you asking?',
'I just want to know, what did she do Miley?',
'It's not my place to tell Nick',
'Well you hate her for a reason, what's your reason for hating her?',
'She just, she's a bitch. I'm just sticking up for my friend',
'So this is about Demi?', he asks and I nod. I can't lie to him.
'She bullied Demi for like, most of Demi's life. Demi was miserable, Delta made her feel like that. How can she make people feel like that and still have a perfect life?',
'Believe me, Delta's life is anything but perfect', he says and I glare at him. How dare he stick up for her!
'I don't care about and I don't want to know about Delta's personal life. I mean she had a perfect life in school, perfect grades without working for them, always had a boyfriend, she sailed through high school, Nick. The rest of us have to deal with everyday stuff and Delta just didn't have a care in the world because she had all those ass-kissers she called friends to tell her how perfect she is. I spent every single day of sophomore year telling Demi she was beautiful and kind and not to let people like Delta get her down, Demi was traumatized by Delta and her friends', I feel my eyes starting to well up and Nick hugs me.
'Okay, you don't need to cry, I know how she makes people feel, she bullied my sister, she treated me like crap, you're right she is a bitch!',
'You have a sister?',
'Half sister and a half brother. I don't see them a lot, they live in Burbank. My parents broke up a couple of times around the time that I was born and my dad had a girlfriend',
'Sorry, I didn't know',
'No, it's fine. My mom got over it. You'd like Selena, she's the same age as us, Jacob is a year older',
'I can't believe I didn't know this before now',
'Yeah I don't shout it from rooftops or anything', he laughs and I giggle with him, my tears completely gone, thanks to him.
It was the first time I had ever said out loud why I hated Delta. Demi knew, Joe had guessed by what Demi had told him and going back to that place, the place in sophomore year when Demi was suffering just unleashed my emotional side. I hate seeing Demi sad. I don't know how Demi was brave enough to sit in a car with Delta the night of Trace's gig but she found the strength and the energy to forget for one night so I wasn't starting a fight that didn't need to be fought. Demi's a lot stonger person now, she's a lot more positive. She's still a little paranoid, a little withdrawn from a lot of people but she doesn't let it hold her back as much anymore.
Demi at 16 was a completely different person than now. She's still, in some aspects, the same person but Demi at her lowest point was a scary thing, even for me. I had to watch her suffer and know I couldn't do anything. Demi and I made a pact when we were 13, that we would never be without the other. We would grow old as best friends, almost like sisters and die together. It was a little morbid for two 13 year olds to be talking about but it was almost like a comfort to be saying how you and your best friend will always be best friends.
Then when Demi's mom found out about her cutting, her eating disorders, her mom freaked out. Her mom thought Demi was going crazy, thinking the accusations aimed at her husband about raping Demi were false, she had Demi put into a hospital for examination. I can still remember the night Demi had found a way to escape her house and come to tell me.
'She's sending me away', Demi said as we both lay on our stomachs my floor, just looking at each other, sharing a best friend moment. We were hlding hands, she was telling me about her pain.
'I hate her. I wanna get away from her and her house. Go somewhere where I won't be miserable, find someone that makes me happy', Demi cried.
'You will, I'll make sure of it. You'll find someone that makes you feel beautiful and special and everything your mom has ever said or done will be a part of your life that you won't even remember',
'She wants me gone, out of her life. To a place where I'll be on my own, just me. She thinks I'm crazy and I'm starting to believe it myself. Everyone would be safer if I was gone. It would be better if I just let the doctors take me',
'I feel like I'm never going to see you again',
'You will see me again. We're going to grow old together. It's gonna be you and me, living in a big house. These two old biddies with all these cats. I mean, I bet we even die on the same day'.
'You swear?',
'Honey, I need your pocket knife', she said as I reached for my pocket knife.
'My blood, your blood, our blood', Demi said as she sliced a part of each of our hands and held them together. We lay for another little while just talking about Demi, her struggles, how she felt.
'There are days I'm so miserable I don't even care if I die or not. I don't cut my arms to bleed to death but there are some days when I don't even have enough energy to care. I could bleed to death and not worry about how others would feel. Is that selfish?',
'No, but you die on me, Demi please, 'cause we're supposed to die together, at the same time. You promised me that, and today is not that day, it's not this year, it's not until we're old and grey and knitting sweaters for our great-great-grandchildren',
'I know. And I never break promises, not to you. You've never broken a promise to me. That's why we're best friends'.
Sometimes that conversation still haunts me. Demi is one of the strongest people I know, I could never have gone through what she went through and still be standing strong.
'Come on, let's catch up to Joe and Demi', smiles Nick sincerely and I nod in agreement.
I turn back around so I was facing the bars again and we started steering over to Demi and Joe who had stopped and were making out. We drive near them before I steer sharply making the back end of the jet ski spin and we splash Joe and Demi before driving off. Demi is fuming as she sees us laughing. They start to chase after us but Nick and I have clearly won already.
'You look really pretty Miles', Demi smiles at me, we're in middle of getting dressed for Joe's party.
My mom didn't take me staying off school too well but she promised not to tell my dad as long as it doesn't happen again. I gave her scout's honor. Hopefully next time I just don't get caught. Joe's party will be so cool, he's bringing soome college friends and most of Demi and my friends from school are invited.
'Joe said Selena and Jacob are coming', smiles Demi
'Have you met them?', I ask looking at Demi through the reflection in my mirror as I straighten my hair, I don't wear my hair straight often but it's a nice change.
'Yeah, they're pretty cool. I've only met them briefly though. Joe isn't really all that close to them. He has like a... grudge against his dad because of it',
'I didn't think Joe held grudges. He's so laidback and friendly. I guess it hit him hard',
'Yeah, he doesn't like to talk about it',
'Yeah, Nick didn't say much about it either, I guess it was probably worse that I'm thinking. Knowing my big mouth, I'm probably best just keeping my mouth shut',
'I agree Miles', Demi smiles,
'Thanks for your support Dems', I smile sarcastically and she laughs at me.
Pretty soon we're ready to go and Demi drives us to Joe's. I tell my mom I'll be in late and she tells me to be careful but before she even finishes her sentence, Demi has dragged me out the door. Demi's wearing a little silver sparkly dress. A typical Demi dress. She loves silver and things that glitter. I decided just to dress casual but dressy. I'm wearing a black and white dress with a pattern and black heels... as always. I'm wearing some white and silver jewelry and a normal amount of make up, not too much but a lot of eye liner, my saviour!
We arrive at the party, Nick's parents are visiting his brother Kevin in Fresno for the weekend. The house is already crowded and we find Nick and Joe in the kitchen talking to some dark haired girl and a blond dude. We only stand at the kitchen doorway and Demi and I start dancing like two idiots as everyone turns to look at us and we laugh at ourselves.
'There they are!', smiles Joe as he runs to hug us, Demi more than me but it turns into one of Joe's bear hugs. Something I'm used to when he's in a good mood. He's crazy and random when he's happy or drunk.
Nick laughs watching me try and manoeuvre my way out of the hug and holds his hand out for me to hug him. I laugh and hug him while dancing to 'Bad Romance'.
'Hi, I'm Selena', smiles the dark haired girl and I turn to look at her.
'Oh My Gosh, hi. I'm Miley', I smile and she shakes my hand and I feel Nick wrap his arm around my back, resting it on my hip.
'This is my boyfriend Justin', she smiles and turns to her boyfriend, he looks about 14.
'Hey Justin, how are you?',
'Doing good, how are you Miley?',
'I think once I have a drink I'll be fine', I laugh and Nick starts to reach over to get me a drink and I stop him.
'Nick no, it's okay. I have to go make a phonecall anyway. I'll get one when I come back. Thank you though', I smile and I release myself from Nick's grip and walk outside to the garden. I call Emily, I told her I would call her so she and Mandy could come over to the party.
'Dude, you need to get over here. This is your kind of a party. It's full of college guys', I laugh as Emily groans down the phone.
'Miles I got roped into babysitting my nephew',
'Awww, too bad Em. This party is off the hook. Are you working tomorrow?',
'Yeah, all day. When are you in?',
'I'm not in until Sunday. I was surprised I got tonight off. I'll get drunk for you',
'Yeah thanks Miles', Emily laughs sarcastically and I laugh back. I get off the phone and I'm about to walk back in the door when a really cute guy stops me. His friends soon dispurse and it's just him and I. He stands at the doorway, he's really cute.
'Hey, I'm Zac', he smiles confidently.
Trouble in Paradise?
A cocky Zac or a sweet Nick? Which would you rather have?