"OH PUH-LEASE! Like you've never done it!" Joe screamed from one side of the room.
"WHY THE HELL IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE!" Miley fired back for the first time as Nick tried to hold her back. Joe, Miley. Miley, Joe. They just can't seem to get along very well…and guess what? One of them is a big headed, conceited ass!
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAMEWHORE?! A SLUT!? DID I MENTION UGLY TOO?" Joe yelled back with venom dripping with every word. (Notice how he carefully avoided mentioning her weight XP) Miley gasped as tears stung her eyes. She turned away, shutting them in as the hot brine threatened to get out.
"JOE WOULD YOU STOP!?" Kevin hollered, trying to stop the fight and horribly failing. "This is the most ridiculous fight ever! How is it even possible to fight when you just woke up!?"
"What do you want from me?" Miley sobbed into Nick's chest as she broke down, shaking violently. Never had anyone said that to her before, and even if they did, never in her wildest dreams would she expected that person to be Joe Jonas. "What d-did I ever do to deserve th-this?"
"You. Lived. God I wish people like you don't exist, but it seems like we're both gonna be disappointed. Why don't you do us a favor and jump off a cliff. Preferably the one's with sharks or rocks underneath." With that, he slammed the door in her face, again leaving his brothers to comfort her. Miley's head snapped up. He's not getting away so easily this time.
"JOE WAIT!" She shoved the door open, catching up with the middle Jonas, making him face her.
"Have you decided what cliff?" Joe smirked, his arms crossed.
"If you wanted me to die so badly why did you save me yesterday?" Miley murmured, tears glistening in her blue orbs. "Why?"
Joe bit his lip as he cursed beneath his breath—that was a good question. Suddenly, he began laughing bitterly.
"That's what too much sun can do to a person. Honestly, I don't give a damn about you OR your life" He spat as he turned his heel, walking away. "Go jump off the boat for all I care. You're probably next anyway."
Miley stood there, horrified as she watched his retreating back. How would she be able to last a whole cruise with this guy? Let alone a whole tour? The guy that hated her so much…the guy that she loved…so much…and he wanted her dead.
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"Miley? Miiiiiiiley~ " Kevin called, waving a hand in front of her face. "You never said a word since this morning…"
"Yea sure…" Miley mumbled nonchalantly, not really listening as she spaced out once more, drawing small circles on the table as the ocean wind brushed her tear stained face.
"Miley what did Joe say to you?" Nick spoke up, concerned.
"Yea sure…" Kevin and Nick shared a worried look.
"Miles what's one plus one?"
"Yea sure…"
"Would you guys like something to drink?" A waitress asked with a smile as she immediately caught Miley's attention.
"Can I see a menu?" Miley asked timidly, shocking the brothers that she even talked at all. The waitress simply grinned and handed it to her. Scanned over the drinks column, Miley pointed her finger on one. "This one please?"
Nick and Kevin literally climbed over the table to see what she had ordered. Their shocked faces gave it all away.
"BRANDY? YOU CAN'T DRINK THAT!" Kevin exclaimed, banging his fist on the table. Before he can finish his sentence, Miley already zoned out once more. Seriously Joe, death?
"Miley what are you thinking?!" Nick shook her as Miley simple rested her head on his shoulder. "Miley…"
"Shhh…it's fine…I'll just have a little." She murmured, closing her eyes. "I promise…just a sip…"
"Here you go." The waitress came again and set the big cup of alcohol before her as Miley grinned, grasping the cup in her shaky hands.
"Miley!" Kevin cried, trying to pull it back. Miley resisted as she put the rim against her mouth, drinking it in one gulp.
"MILEY!" Nick screamed, pulling on her wrist. With a slap on her hand, Kevin managed to make her dropped the cup. By then, Miley had already finished at least half.
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"TEACH ME HOW TO BE PERFECT LIKE YOU!" Miley hollered on the top of her lungs as Joe provoked her once more. Although furious, there was a hint of honesty in her voice. She wanted to be perfect. She wanted to be accepted. She wanted to be accepted by him.
"Gladly! Perfect people aren't sluts that take sluttish pictures!!! AND THEY AREN'T UGLY ATTENTION WHORES CONSTANTLY GETTING WASTED!!!" Joe screamed, getting in her face as Miley stare right into his eyes. The look in his eyes frightened her to a point when her knees went weak. Nick quickly caught her and pulled her to his laps. "You need to stop treating her like a puppy. A dirty, disgusting, attention whorish puppy."
Miley bit her bottom lip, burying her face in Nick's shirt as she muffled a sob. Nick glared at his brother but gave up once he realized Joe wasn't afraid of anything—especially him. Kevin simply strummed the guitar in his own little world, not even wanting to associate with Joe any longer.
"Nicky?" Miley whimpered.
"Yes Miles?" Nick whispered softly, running his fingers through her thick brown hair.
"Tears…they ought to run out soon right?"
"Miles…" He whispered sadly, rubbing her back.
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-That Night-
Miley strummed Kevin's guitar softly as the soothing sound drowned out the entire universe.
"Hey." Kevin smiled, taking a seat next to her.
"Hey." She smiled back weakly as she allowed her thumb to brush against the string once more.
"What are you playing?"
"Mmmm…" She shrugged as Kevin sighed. She's been really out of it lately. Deciding to leave her alone, Kevin stood up. "Wait…"
"Get some rest Miles." He smiled, embracing her warmly as he kissed her forehead. "Love you."
"You too." Miley smiled genuinely for the first time. Ah~ Nothing like the feeling of being loved. Suddenly a cough interrupted the moment. "Nick!"
"Hey Miley. You wanna give me a hug too before you go to bed?" He joked as Miley ran into his arms. After all, he's the greatest guy friend a girl could ever ask for.
"Love you Nicky." Miley mumbled in his shirt as Nick smiled inwardly. Something about this girl just made him smile—and it's not the fact that she's THE Miley Stewart, teen pop sensation.
"I love you Miley."
"Aw look, a yuck-fest." Joe gagged from the doorway as he stepped in, his arms crossed like always, his eyes dark like always. "Great, you corrupted Kevin first and now Nick too."
Miley simply look away, burying her face once against in Nick's chest. Seeing how that didn't provoke her, Joe frowned. Oh yea, he was out to get her.
"You know what Miley?" He began, getting her attention. The way her name rolled off his tongue made her smile, even if he said it in the most hateful way possible. "I used to like your dad, he was a cool dude…until he made one mistake that should be considered capital crime."
Miley chewed on her lip, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Joe was beyond furious.
"HE MADE YOU DAMMIT!!! HE MADE YOU WITH YOUR UGLY MOTHER!!! I SURE HOPE HE GETS PUSHED OFF THE BOAT SO HE CAN'T MAKE ANYMORE DISGRACE TO HUMAN BEINGS!!! AND DON'T BE TOO HAPPY 'CAUSE YOU'LL BE NE-"
Suddenly, Miley's phone rang loudly, interrupting Joe before he can make more damage—if it was even possible.
"H-Hello?" She asked shakily. The next minute, her eyes widened as a gasp fled from her lips. Her hands—cold; her face—white; her knees—giving up. As if reality were a movie, the phone slipped from her trembling knuckles as it hit the ground, making a few bounces before it settled, all in slow motion.
"Miles? MILEY!" Kevin cried as he slid on his knees, catching her before she hits the cold, hard, floor. "What's going on?!" He asked frantically as Joe stood there, impassive.
"Hello!?" Nick yelled, picking up the blackberry. Within as second, his face was just as white as Miley's. It was then when concern slowly slipped onto Joe's features. "Okay…bye." He said in barely a whisper as his curly locks covered his eyes. Miley's loud cry brought Nick back as he pulled her in his arms protectively, although nothing can shield her from the pain anymore.
"What's wrong?" Joe asked slowly as Nick glared. Seeing him show genuine concern, Nick knew he had to tell him.
"He died… he was pushed off…" Nick's hoarse voice was forcefully choked out as color drained from Kevin's face. Joe had an indescribable expression on his face—disbelief maybe?
"H-Haha…y-yea right…y-you set it u-up! You all did! Y-Yeah that's it! Y-You set it up!!!!" Joe cried with a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, Miley stood up wordlessly, leaving Nick confused. One step and then another, she made her way towards Joe, her eyes swollen, pained, and filled with real, genuine hatred. Pulling back a hand, she swung it across Joe's face-HARD.
"I hate you. I never hated anyone. I hate you. I hate you." Miley's strong voice cracked with each and every word. Hatred filled her eyes as Joe winced. He didn't mean it. He honestly didn't mean for it to really happen. Miley's pained expression pierced through his heart as she bit back a heart-wrenching cry, rushing out the door.
Joe stood there, staring at the ground for a moment. The room was silent. Pure silence.
"Miley…" He murmured to no one specifically. "MILEY!!!"
Joseph Adam Jonas just made the greatest mistake of his life.
"MILEY!" He screamed frantically, his heart pounding obnoxiously in his chest as he ran after her. "MILEY!!! MILEY WAIT!"
As soon as he exited onto the deck, a rush of cold wind instantly slammed against his body. It was pitch black with the exception of the Northern Star. Joe clenched his fist tightly as he looked around. A sudden fear struck him as he looked around for Miley—the fear of losing her. He didn't know why he felt that way…he just…knew…he knew that he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to her.
"MILEY!" Joe screamed as he spotted a dark figure near the railing of the boat. Miley snapped her head at him for a split second before swinging her leg over the rail. Joe's eyes widened as he anticipated her next move. Without a second thought, he bolted towards her with everything in him. "MILEY DON'T!!!"
"LET ME GO!!! MY DADDY'S IN THERE!!!" Miley screeched, kicking wildly when he wrapped his arms around her entire body, locking her arms in place. "LET ME GO! I NEED TO FIND HIM!!!"
"YOUR DAD'S GONE MILEY!!! STOP!!!" He hollered, tightening his grip around her. "Miley please!"
"NO!!!" She screamed, trying to rid him by kicking around. Unfortunately for Joe, she kicked his 'sensitive spot' as he cried out in immense agony. Now, Miley expected him to finally let go. To her surprise, Joe's grasp around her never loosened—not even a little. He winced loudly as he forcefully threw her back on board.
"Miley…" Joe moaned, collapsing onto the deck in pain. Suddenly, a click was heard followed by a scream.
"Don't move." A deep voice threatened as Miley felt something against her head.
"J-Joe!" She screamed as the man pulled her up by the hair. Rage boiled inside Joe at the way he handled her.
"Let her go!!!" The man laughed bitterly at the helpless boy. "What do you want with her!?"
"The manager, the dad, and now little Miss Montana…" spat the man with the gun. "If it weren't for you…m-my little girl would still be here…"
"Leave her alone!!!" Joe demanded, clenching his fist as the man pulled her closer to the water, his hand dead on the trigger. "God don't shoot!!!" He begged desperately, staring into Miley's tear brimmed eyes.
"Ok." He said simply, pulling the brunette closer to him. Joe's heart skipped a beat. 'Ok'? That's it? Smirking obnoxiously, he took the back of the gun and smacked her across the head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Miley cried out in pain as the man swung her across the rail.
"MILEY!!!!" Joe screamed. As if it were involuntary, he jumped after her. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her small frame, turning them around so his body came face to face with the harsh waves first.
"W-What are y-you d-doing!?" Miley's voice muffled through the loud ocean in disbelief. He -Joseph freaking Jonas- JUMPED IN after her!!! It's like standing before a canon asking for it to blow!
"W-What were YOU t-thinking!? That I would let you die!?" Joe replied as he reached out to her, pulling her close to his body, an arm tightly around her head. "Just keep your head above water and let me handle to rest okay?" He said softly, his eyes tired. Miley didn't have a choice but nod as Joe kicked his legs around, pushing them towards the boat. Luckily he was able to grab a rope ladder reaching to deck because without it…well they're screwed. Suddenly—A wave. Then another. And another.
"Joe it's no use!!!" Miley cried as she spit out the brine in her mouth. The injury on her head only worsened the situation as her world began to spin. "There's no way and no one knows we're down he-AHH!!!" A huge wave buried them as Miley's dizziness made her lose her grip on Joe.
"MILEY!!!" Joe called once he resurfaced, only to find himself holding on to her by the fingers. The waves were merciless as they hit the duo repeatedly. With every rush of water, Miley and Joe's strength were rapidly decreasing.
"Just let go Joe…it's no use…" Miley closed her eyes, her soul finally calm. "I need to go see daddy."
Joe turned to her and looked her dead in the eyes, staring her down. Four words—that's all it took. Four words. "I. Won't. Let. Go."
Miley gulped at his expression.
"Come on Miles, you can do it." He whispered kindly as she forcefully pushed herself closer, taking a firm grip of his hand. "Good girl." Joe smiled, pulling her to the ladder. "Now go up and never look down okay?"
"I-I-I can't! Joe I can't!"
"Sure you can." He smiled softly, his arms still tightly around her. "I know you can."
"No Joe! You don't get it! I can't! I can't do this, it's too high!" Miley stuttered, frightened and frozen as another wave pounded against their weak bodies. "I-I can't…"
"Get on." Joe murmured kindly, his back facing her. Miley was hesitant at first but when Joe barked at her, she instantly obeyed, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and her legs around his torso. With a grunt, Joe was able to get them on the rope. He climbed restlessly, silently cursing the height of the ship. Just about half way, he could feel Miley slipping when he stopped, taking a hold of her hand. "Miles don't be shy, just hold tight."
"I-"
"Don't argue with me, not here." He whispered, worn out as Miley obeyed, tightening her grip around him. Joe smiled as he turned the best he can, kissing the side of her head softly, letting her know he'd never let her fall. Slowly and cautiously, Miley lowered her chin until they rested softly upon Joe's shoulder. Joe smiled inwardly before putting a hand below her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip. Then, grabbing the final rope, he swung them over the cold rail.
"Ooomph!" Miley groaned in pain as they hit the wooden deck. Lying beside her, Joe's hot breath warmed her cheeks, his arms still around her.
"She had straight brown hair…" Joe began with a shakily voice, catching his breath.
"What?" Miley asked breathlessly, confused.
"Her eyes were ocean blue." He continued, closing his eyes, ignoring her question. "She had the brightest smile…"
Realization hit Miley when those descriptions began to sound a lot like her. "W-Why are you telling me this?"
"She slept with him." Joe said hoarsely, his soft voice changing into angry ones. "He was my best friend…and she cheated on me…behind my back…ever since the first time I told her I loved her…my first love…" Upon hearing that, Miley suddenly snapped as if a trigger just went off. It was the last straw.
"It doesn't give you the right to do the same thing to me!!! What have I ever done to you!?" Miley yelled, suddenly angry as she pushed Joe away, sitting up. "Get away from me!!! I don't want to hear your sob story!"
"Miley I-" Joe looked down in shame. "I'm so sorry…" He murmured sincerely, trying to desperately have her back in his arms.
"Don't touch me!!!" She screamed, pushing him away. "I don't want your pity!!!"
"It's not pity!" Joe countered. "It's regret, Miley! I never meant to say that about your dad. If I could take back everything I said I would have! You know I would!"
"No, I don't know! That's the problem! I don't know you! I know Nick and Kevin, I don't know you Joe Jonas!" Miley cried, and anyone could tell she was denying the truth—anyone but her and Joe.
"Miley please!" Joe begged helplessly. "You don't even have to forgive me or talk to me or even like me, just let me know you don't hate me…please Miley…"
"I can't! I hate you Joe! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE you!" Throwing a tantrum, Miley continuously banged her fist against his chest, trying to hurt him as much as possible. Joe simply sat there, his hands on her shoulder. "I hate you Joe!!! I-I-"
Joe bit his lip, looking down at her with pained eyes. In there, Miley felt as if she saw the real Joe, the vulnerable little boy who hid in the body of a 19 year old—a broken hearted little boy. Her throat went dry and she knew in her heart, her feelings towards him…they never changed.
"I-I don't hate you Joe…I couldn't…" She confessed finally, crying as he pulled her in his arms, trying to take away the pain, or at least cushion it. "I miss daddy…Joe I miss him…so much…"
"Shhh…Miley look."
"Hmmm?" Miley sniffled, staring at the direction where Joe was pointing. Suddenly, she smiled as he wiped away the tears with his thumbs. "God will take good care of him won't he?"
"He will…He will…" Joe smiled, rubbing her back lovingly. Suddenly, a gush of wind sent shivers down Miley's body as she squirmed at the cold, burying herself deeper into Joe's chest, seeking for warmth. He chuckled softly, pulling away. "Cold?"
Miley grinned inwardly as he kindly wrapped his jacket around her, zipping it up. She instantly knew that he would take care of her no matter what, and that he'll be there when Daddy's 'gone.' "Thank you…"
"I'm sorry Miley." Joe sighed, pulling her against him once more.
"I'm sorry too." She whispered, earning a confused look.
"For what?" Joe asked with a raised brow and blushed furiously when Miley stroke his thigh softly.
"Does it hurt?" 'Hell yeah.' Joe thought. Miley had strong legs, he'll admit it. As much as it hurts, he couldn't tell her. After all, he deserved everything she did to him. And she could've done a lot worse.
"I-It's fine…" His face reddened as he shakily removed Miley's hand. Suddenly, lights shone towards them as footsteps were heard.
"Are you guys alright!?" A crew member asked as another one pulled Joe to his feet. Miley wasn't so easy, however.
"We're fine…could you just…leave us alone?" Joe asked politely as he chuckled at the dude trying to get Miley on her feet. "I'll get her to her room." He reassured before the crew left, leaving their sincerest apologies, running off to find the 'guy'. As soon as they left, Joe dropped to the ground again, pulling Miley in a warm embrace. Miley yawned and snuggled in his chest. "Tired?"
"Mmhmm…"
"Let's go back." Joe stood up, offering a hand. Miley took it gratefully but her legs gave out as soon as she stood up. Joe's hand shot to her waist to prevent her from hitting the ground.
"Are you alright?!" He asked worriedly.
"I'm fine…I just…my head…it's spinning…" Miley groaned as Joe smiled sympathetically, encircling his arms around her and carried her back to their cozy room.
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It was the Northern star.
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Lol how was it? Yea yea I'm a bit obsessed w/ this none existent couple but hey, something about their 'relationship' intrigues me so yea…Like it hate it just review it! Thank you so much!
BTW: The Northern star referred to Robbie Ray cuz he's 'gone' and he's guiding the ship, being the only star in the pitch of darkness.
Wow… a lot of metaphors there XD
PS. VOTE FOR MILEY AND JB ON TCA!!!