The New Girl 3: Make It or Break It (The Wedding Edition)
A/N: I know it's long, sorry! But please still enjoy!
Chapter 11: No -- The Ending of Part 1
Miley's POV
Traci and I walked into Oliver Garden. We ordered our food, then sat down to eat it. There was a TV showing the news.
"And now we have Bob with some really exciting news."
"Thank you, Linda." It looked like Bob was somewhere with a lot of people. "We have right here, the one, the only.... Nick Grey!"
I dropped my sandwich.
"And look who's with him!"
The camera zoomed in to show Nick with April. I started to choke on my sandwich.
"Watch what happened earlier."
The screen went to an earlier video.
"Nick," April said.
Nick looked at her. He was looking into her eyes. He looked happy and....in love almost. Tears started coming to my eyes. April leaned in. Their lips touched. I saw his hands go around her waist while hers went to his hair. His blonde wig fell off. Everyone around them gasped. Then, it went back to Bob.
"So, what does this mean? Is the wedding off? What will his fiancée say? Is this his new girlfriend? We don't know yet, but we will soon. This is Bob. Back to you Linda."
"Thanks, Bob." Linda kept talking, but I ignored her.
Traci turned to me.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. He's not worth it, Miley. Dump him."
I couldn't answer her. I could barely register what she said. I started crying. How could Nick do this to me? I didn't do anything to deserve it. Traci walked next to me.
"Maybe we should go, Miley. People will be suspicious. Come on. Let's go to my house."
I nodded and followed her. I hoped no one would stop me.
Traci and I went into her house. She put her arm around me as we sat on her couch.
"I'm so sorry, Miley. If there is anything you want me to do, just tell me."
I shrugged.
I sat there, crying for an hour or so. Finally, I was just sniffling. Traci's phone started to ring. I guessed it was Jake. I think he heard the news. Traci told him we would go to his house. We got into her car and she drove there. Jake walked outside as we pulled up. I got out, ran up to him, and he hugged me. I started to cry into his chest again. Jake held me tight. When, I pulled away, he kept an arm around me. We walked into his house and sat on the couch. Traci had to leave to go somewhere. Jake and I just sat there.
"Miley," he finally said. "I'm so sorry. And if Nick keeps doing this like he did on tour a few years ago, he isn't worth your time. He can't keep breaking your heart. You're a special girl who deserves better. And if he ever hurts you again, you come tell me and I'll deal with him."
I laughed. Jake always tries to be so tough.
"What?"
I shook my head.
"Nothing."
I looked up at him. He moved my hair out of my face.
"Do you feel at least a little bit better now?"
I nodded.
"Just a little."
He smiled some.
"Good."
We sat quietly for a minute. Finally, I broke it.
"Jake? Can I borrow your guitar?"
He nodded.
"Sure, just let me go get it."
"Okay."
He got up and brought the guitar down. I took it from him and started to strum. I could feel a song coming on.
When all this pain
Goes away today
Maybe I will find
A nice place to stay
When you broke my heart
You know you tore me right apart
I know you had no feelings
Just one meaning
Chorus
You wanted to hurt
You wanted to scar
My heart
It shouldn't hurt this bad
I shouldn't be crying this hard
Please just tell me
What now X2
Maybe I will
Find another boy
Hopefully he will
Be kinder than you
When you walked away
Without a single word to say
I know you wanted to be
Without me now
Chorus
Just tell me
What were you thinking
Just leaving me
I hope you that
I'm gonna move on
You have fun
Living your
Hypocrite life
You wanted to hurt
You wanted to scar
My heart
It doesn't hurt anymore
I'm not gonna cry anymore
I'm just gonna tell you
What else
What else do you have
You know I can take it
Not gonna break
Bring it on
Bring it on
I looked over at Jake. He was just staring at me.
"What?" I asked, self-conscious now.
"Oh, wow, Miley. That was a really good song."
I smiled.
"Thanks."
He smiled back. We sat silent for a minute. Finally, we started to talk again.
"Miley? I think it's time for you to have a Hannah concert. You haven't had one in forever."
"Yeah, okay."
"And guess what?"
"What?" I asked, nervous.
"I already set one up. It's for tonight. I set it up a few days ago."
"What?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry if you're mad at me."
I shrugged.
"Nah. I guess not."
"So, what do you want to do now?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess I should go see my band. I need to know the songs we're playing."
"Okay, I'll drive you."
I smiled.
"Thanks, Jake."
Nick's POV
I sat at home, in my room. I was curled up in my bed. I locked the door so no one could come in. I didn't feel like doing anything. Miley was gone, I kissed another girl. What else was left for me to do with my life? I didn't know.
I heard a knock at my door. I didn't say anything.
"Nick, come on. Open up!" It was Joe. I still didn't say anything. "Nick! Don't make me go get the key to your door and open it." Little did he know, I hid the key. "And if I can't find it, I will knock this door down!"
I rolled my eyes. Like he was strong enough to do that.
"Nicholas Jerry Grey! I will be back with the key! Just you wait!"
I heard him walk away. I sat up in my bed. I had to prove to Miley I was trust worthy. I didn't even mean to kiss April. It was a really stupid thing to do. I could picture Miley sitting in her room, crying with her guitar lying next to her. It was her best friend at times like this. I imagined her trying to come up with a song, but not being able to. I didn't want to try and write a song right then. I was too busy hating myself.
I looked around my room, and my eyes landed on my dresser. I got up without thinking what I was doing and opened the bottom drawer. It was filled with papers. They were all folded. Some had hearts and smiles on the outside in Miley's favorite color – pink. I picked one out at random and opened it. I slid my fingers across it. It had been folded so many times, I could feel the crease easily. When Miley first gave it to me in fourth grade, I had read it so many times. I'd read it before I went to bed, right when I woke up, before school, when I missed her, when I was lonely, and so many other times. I loved her little notes. I had heard rumors that she had a crush on me. I half believed it. The notes gave it away. And I knew inside that I liked her, too. I just didn't know if I wanted her to know. I started to read the note.
Dear Nick,
The fourth grade isn't fun. I wish we were already in tenth grade. Maybe then the older kids wouldn't make fun of us. It's not our fault that we're younger than them. It's not like we got to choose when we were born. Ha ha.
Anyway, so, what are you doing? Besides reading my note anyway. Wait, I think I see you staring at me. Why are you doing that? You know, it's hard to write while being stared at. Okay, good. You stopped. Now I can concentrate.
You know, I just decided I don't care if you stare at me. You can stare at me as long as you want. I don't care. I kind of like it. OMG! Do I sound creepy? I don't mean to. Please don't think of me like that. You should know me well enough to know I'm not creepy, just crazy. :)
So, please write back.
~Miley :)
I closed the note and looked at the outside. This one was covered in smiley-faces. I smiled. I folded that one up and pulled out another one. This one had smiles too, but a lot less of them. I opened it and started to read it.
Dear Nicholas,
I am sorry that I stole your cookie from your lunchbox. But, you shouldn't have told on me. I didn't tell my daddy on you when you stole my teddy bear. I know I got it back, but still. And besides, that cookie looked so good. It wasn't my fault I stole it while you weren't looking. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I promise to never do it again. It made me really, really sad. I won't steal anything from you again. But, maybe I'll make you cry again. You looked kinda cute.
WAIT! DON'T READ THAT PART! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! DON'T LISTEN TO ME!
~Miley
I laughed as I closed the note. That one was from second grade. She always called me Nicholas when she was mad at me or pretending to be mad. I put it back and pulled out one more. This one was full of hearts. It had more hearts than the first one with the smiles had. And that one had a lot.
I slowly opened it. I had no clue what it would say.
Dear Nick,
Do you like me?
Circle yes or no.
Yes No
I never did answer that one. I smiled. I was too afraid to tell her in seventh grade. I folded it up and pulled out another one. This one had nothing on the outside. As we got older, she didn't put anything on the outside anymore.
Dear Nick,
Meet me at my house tonight. I hope we can still have that movie night tonight. That's why we are meeting at my house, btw. Please tell me if you can't come anymore. I'll understand.
Miley
That note was from ninth grade. It was the night I told her I liked her. I could remember everything about that night. It wasn't something I could forget.
I smiled and folded the note. I put all of them back and closed the drawer. I stood up and I noticed a necklace on my desk. It was a locket. I opened it. One side had Miley and me and the other side had just me. I realized it was Miley's necklace. She must have left it here last time she was over. I sighed and turned it around in my hands.
BOOM!
I jumped so high and the necklace flew out of my hands. I tried to watch where it went, but I jumped again.
BOOM!
I looked around, frantic. What could protect me? I saw a flashlight next to my dresser. I grabbed it and positioned it so that I was ready to use it as a weapon. I slowly walked to my door.
BOOM!
I stopped at my door and took a deep breath. Whatever was there, wouldn't hurt me. I had to tell myself that so I wouldn't chicken out from hitting the person. I quickly opened the door and swung down with the flashlight. I noticed a little too late who was banging on my door. I heard the flashlight hit his head hard. He fell down.
"Damn it, Nick! I told you I was going to knock down your door if I couldn't find they key. And I couldn't find it. Just because you're depressed, it doesn't mean you can murder me!" He glared at me. I put my hand out to help him up. He ignored it and got up himself.
"Sorry, Joe. I thought you were a robber trying to break in." Joe rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Nick. Now, you need to stay out of your room. Keeping yourself locked up won't help anything. You need to get out there and tell Miley you're sorry."
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Yeah, Joe. 'I'm sorry' will help everything." I rolled my eyes again. He crossed his arms.
"I was only trying to help."
"Nice, Joe, nice."
He had stomped his foot while he was talking. He pouted.
"Fine. I'll leave you to your boring old, depressed self."
He stomped away and I laughed. When he was gone, I sighed. I walked back into my room, shut my door, grabbed my guitar, a notebook and a pen, and then sat on my bed. As lyrics came to me, I wrote them down. When I was done, I played it on my guitar. I smiled, happy with the song. I laid back smiling.
"NICK GREY GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND HURRY UP!" Joe yelled.
I sighed, then followed his voice and ended up downstairs. He was staring at the TV screen. When I walked up to him, he pointed to the TV. I folded my arms across my chest and then turned around. The news was on. The news lady was standing in front of a crowd of screaming people.
"And I'm here at The Stadium of Fire, waiting for Miss Hannah Montana to show up. Why you ask? Because she's having an unexpected concert! It was announced 40 minutes ago. Not too surprisingly, it's already sold out. Standing behind me or some of her many fans." She walked up to one of them. "What do think of a concert so suddenly?" The girl screamed.
"I think it's so freaking awesome! I love Hannah so much! She's the best singer ever!" She screamed again.
"Well, there you have it. Now, this concert is at 7:00. I even got tickets! Well, back to the studio."
I turned to look at the clock on the wall. 6:15. I could make it if I hurry. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my keys. As I ran past Joe, he tried to talk to me.
"Wow. Hey, Nick. Where are you going?"
"I have to go see Miley."
"'Kay, dude. You go. Wait! I'll come!"
"Okay, then come on!" I rushed.
I ran to the car and started it. Joe quickly got in and I drove quickly to the stadium. It was 7:00 by the time I found a place to park. I could hear the fans screaming Hannah's name. I ran up to the doors.
"Ticket," the guard said.
"I don't have one, but I'm Nick Grey."
"Ticket," he said again.
I sighed. Joe pushed me aside.
"Look, let us talk to someone." When the guy didn't do anything, Joe tried again. "You see, we are from Grey Brothers. We should be allowed to go in."
The guard looked a t a clipboard, then back to us.
"The only person from Grey Brothers allowed is Kevin Grey."
"I'm Kevin," I quickly said.
The guard eyed me.
"I thought you said you were Nick."
"Well, Kevin is Hannah's nickname for me."
"Fine, go in. And you're allowed one guest."
I grabbed Joe and ran in.
"Enjoy the show!" the guard yelled after us.
I pulled out my phone as I was running. 7:15.
Joe and I got backstage. Jake looked over and saw me. He walked over.
"What are you doing here?"
"I believe you now. April, Demi, and Mikayla kidnapped her. Do you know if Miley wants to talk to me?"
Jake shook his head. "I don't think she does."
I slumped my shoulders. "I just need a way to tell her I'm sorry. I'd do anything for her to forgive me. I made the biggest mistake of my life. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I need her in my life. That's the reason I want to marry her. I want her to be mine and I'll be hers. As Miley would say, I'd be her Edward." I laughed a little without humor and looked up at Jake. "I'm not doing so good with that, am I?"
He shook his head. "But, instead of telling me this, you should tell her."
I nodded. I would tell her. I just didn't know when.
At around 8:30, Hannah stopped singing.
"So, how are ya'll?"
"GREAT!" the crowd screamed. Hannah smiled.
"That's wonderful! And, I have a question." She paused, still smiling. "You all know who Miley Stewart is, right?"
The crowd answered yes.
"Okay, well, would you be mad if I let her sing a song?"
That got my attention.
"NO!" the crowd screamed.
"Okay, then. Give her one minute, and she'll be right out!" Hannah blew them a kiss and ran offstage the opposite side I was on.
I turned to Jake. "Why's Miley going to sing?"
"Well, she wrote a song and she didn't want Hannah to sing it. It didn't sound like Hannah. She decided to sing it as Miley." He shrugged.
"Oh."
I turned back so I could see the stage. Miley ran out. She had a guitar with her. She sat on a stool with it and the microphone in front of her.
"Hey everyone! Thank you so much for letting me sing!" The crowd screamed. "Ready?"
Miley's POV
I smiled into the audience, the lights blinding me. The drummer counted us off, and I started to play the guitar. I sang the song I sang to Jake earlier. As it was ending, the crowd went wild. My smile filled my whole face. That's my favorite part of performing. The crowd. I wanted to know what Jake was thinking, so I turned my face. I saw Nick. I swear my smile was gone instantly. What was he doing here? Only Kevin was allowed. His eyes met mine. I put as much pain into my eyes as I could. I knew he could see it. His eyes were apologizing. I shook my head just little. He saw it. He looked at someone to his left, nodded a little, then walked out onto the stage. The crowd fell silent. He walked up to me and stopped. I didn't look at him or the crowd.
"Miley," he whispered. "I am so sorry. So, so sorry. I want you in my life. I can't live without you. What I did was unacceptable. I would understand if you never want to see me again. But, please, tell me now. I don't want my heart to break any longer. I do understand I did this to you, but I didn't drag it on. So, tell me now."
I didn't answer him. I knew his voice was going into the microphone. He wasn't close to it, but it was projecting into it. He tried not to talk into it.
"First, Miley, I want to sing you a song. Then, please tell me."
I saw him take a guitar from a guy in my band. He stood next to me again and started playing and singing.
They come and go but they don't know
That you are my beautiful
I try to come closer with you
But they all say we won't make it through
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not disappoint you
I'll be right there for you 'til the end
The end of time
Please be mine
I'm in and out of love with you
Trying to find if it's really true
oh no no no no
How can I prove my love
If they all think I'm not good enough
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not disappoint you
I will be right there for you 'til the end
The end of time
Please be mine
I can't stop the rain from falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you
It's calling you
I can't stop the rain from falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you
It's calling you
I can't stop the rain from falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you
It's calling you
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not disappoint you
I will be right there for you 'til the end
The end of time
Please be mine
He paused for a second, then started another song. This one a little louder.
Broken hearts and last goodbyes
Restless nights but lullabies
Helps to make this pain go away
I realize I let you down
Told you that I'd be around
Buildin' up the strength just to say
I'm sorry
For breakin' all the promises that I wasn't around to keep
It's all me
This time is the last time I will ever beg you to stay
But you're already on your way
Filled with sorrow, filled with pain
Knowing that I am to blame
For leavin' your heart out in the rain
And I know your gonna walk away
Leave me with the price to pay
Before you go I wanted to say
Yeah
That I'm sorry
For breakin' all the promises that I wasn't around to keep
And it's all me
This time is the last time I will ever beg you to stay
But you're already on your way
I can't make it alive on my own
But if you have to go, then please girl
Just leave me alone
'Cause I don't want to see you and me going our separate ways
Begging you to stay
If it isn't too late
I'm sorry
For breakin' all the promises that I wasn't around to keep
It's all me
This time is the last time I will ever beg you to stay
But you're already on your way
But you're already on your way
His eyes caught mine. They were beautiful songs. I knew he could read that in my face. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He handed it to me and I slowly took it. I unfolded it and I knew a camera was zooming in to show it on the big screen. It said:
Dear Miley,
Do you still love me?
Circle yes or no.
Yes No
I looked up at him with my eyes tight. I was just going to tell him. I didn't care if the microphone was right there, and everyone would hear my answer. I just didn't care anymore.
"No."
With that, I walked off the stage, shoving the note at him, and not even bothering to look back at him – or anyone.
Hey everyone! I am so sorry that it took me so long to update! Please don't be mad. And just for making you wait so long, I made a super-duper long chapter. No, lol. I didn't know how long it was going to be until I was done with it. But, anyway, what do you think? And I think I'm going to have different parts. You know, like part 1, 2, 3? Anyway, that was the end of part one. I'll maybe come up with a name for it later.
So, please review!
P.S. The song that Miley's sings, I wrote. I love to write songs, also. And I got the lyrics for the songs Nick sang from A-Z Lyrics. If they're wrong, sorry! I was too busy writing, so I didn't check to make sure they are okay.
