Hello everyone!! sorry it has been forever....now this chapter is just one single pov..but it is sort of long. Also i have so many different spots in the story written i now have to link them all together...my fault for always skipping around. I also need to note that for somereason my stories have been flagged..so i want to post a link to where i also post incase these were to sadly be taken down..both sites are updated at the same time, though so here...go to my profile and it will be there some how...becuase i can't get it up here.Alright well please let me know what you are thinking...its been forever since i've heard from you guys which i'm sad about....love you guys :D :D :D
Finally my phone rang, a familiar ring tone played, one he had set so I "would never not know it was him" I had to answer it and face it, in order to get over it. "Hello." I spoke in the most emotionless way I could.
"I wanted to do this in person, I figured once I realized how big I fucked up I would give you the time to cool down." He took a deep breath, traffic noises floated through the phone the familiar sound of L.A. traffic floated towards my ears. It didn't sound like home. "So yesterday I stood outside your apartment for twenty minutes pounding on your door. Until I figured you weren't home. But then today while I'm pounding on your door Miss. Selena fresh off the airplane appears. She then informs me that from what she knew you had flown to New Jersey LAST WEEK" He stops and allows me to process.
"Yes I'm with Kevin and Nick out here." My voice is so dull and monotone.
"Miley, we have always had an agreement you call me when you get on and off a plane. And now you just fly across the country and don't tell me!" He raises his voice to a scream and I can hear his hand gestures.
I snapped. "Joe do you not see the tabloids? It was all over the place how much of a wreak I was. I left to get away from everything. Now either apologize or leave me alone."
"Miley I'm sorry; truly from the bottom of my heart I am sorry. I can't believe what I did, saying all of that in public" Suddenly a blaring car horn came through the phone, then I heard Joe mutter 'oh fuck…sorry'.
"Sorry that you said that in public! How about being sorry for saying it all Joe!" What is wrong with him?
A long sigh escaped his lips, "Well Miley that's the thing, I'm not really sorry for what is
said. Its more about how I said it that I'm sorry for."
The overwhelming urge to hang up right then, flowed through my veins but I held on hoping that something better will come.
"How I felt, what I said had been building up for a while now, I knew things with you and Nick weren't right, and I knew that for some reason you weren't telling me. That's not how it works with us, Nick keeps it to himself and you talk to me, and you weren't. Then Nick starts spilling his soul one day about it all and I wanted to scream. Because that was supposed to be you, you were supposed to be telling me how worried and upset you were about things. How you knew that if this went south that was it, the end of you guys forever. And that fear was petrifying but you didn't you just sat there and pretended everything was perfect. Something you have never done, you are not the person you wants a perfect life, I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Then he goes out of town and I hope maybe you will finally talk, but nothing. So that day at lunch, when you showed up so noticeably pregnant and glowing, I think my mind just exploded. You were trying to act as if life was charming and a TV show. You know?" As he sighed again, I heard the car shut off he had arrived at his destination.
The worst part is, I did know. I had been acting that way, refusing to talk to Joe about it…letting things get out of hand. "Gosh I really hate you…. I did let things change, get out of hand…I shouldn't have done that…but you still shouldn't have handled it that way." My words come out in long drawn out pieces, leaving my voice sounding sullen and tired.
"Yes, you are right. And I'm glad that you say that because I just arrived at LAX, I'm coming to NJ." He held his breath, just waiting for me to flip shit on him.
"What do you mean you are coming to New Jersey, Joe I came here mainly to escape you! I mean you are my best friend, my soul mate in a purely friendship way if you will, but still!!!" I groaned and fell backwards on to the couch in the old Jonas living room. There was a soft churning in my stomach, that's where my hand suddenly rested.
"Well you know how Kev and Nick are out there scouting artists I'm sure you know they found two they really want to sign, and you know our rules we all have to agree at one time if we want to sign them. So they called and told me to come out there, so I'm on my way."
Closing my eyes I slowly processed the information being fed to me, suddenly it clicked that
I should have realized that Joe would be flying out here since Nick and Kevin can only talk about these two artists they found at a club a few nights back. I actually had gone and seen the one girl perform, Marcy. She is sweet with a pretty voice and a country sound. My eyes shot open as even more clicked… "Joe this one artist, Marcy, I saw her perform and well you need to be careful when you get out here."
Joe was talking to someone in the airport, there was lots of fumbling, and then finally minutes later it seemed as if he was waiting for his flight when he returned to the conversation. "Why would you think I have to worry in that way? I'm with Lilly, for over a year now and you are worried I'm going to fall for her?"
"Yes. Once again you read my mind, I know you are with Lilly, and I trust you. But I see something in Marcy something that everyone else will just notice and over look, but I know really know. You see Marcy, well she is soft spoken, kind, blonde, plays the guitar, writes her own songs that are simply complex and she well she plays country music….you see how this all adds up?" My voice gets softer and shakes more as I finish my sentence, I know he is thinking what I am. I know that he sees the demons, I do, and I'm the only one that knows about the haunting past.
"Taylor." He barely whispers, I can't tell it is because he is worried or he doesn't want others to overhear. "Don't be silly, we both know that was years ago. T and I are long over." His voice gets strong as he speaks to me, as if he is trying to convince himself what he is saying is the truth.
"Just by calling her T, you are lying. Almost no one is allowed to call her T and you know that. Actually I believe you were told to never call her that again because only people who truly care about her can call her T." I put a finger in the air to make the point, forgetting Joe can't see me.
"Sorry, but she said that when we broke up, and that was before…." He trails off, as the announcement of a flight ready to board filters through his painfully loud silence. "That's my flight, I'll see you in a few hours and we can get back to Joe and Miley correct?"
I hear him shuffle to gather his things as he quickly ends the conversation. "Joseph you basically just admitted to all the love and hate and war! So just don't let her get in your head." Rushing to finish my sentence then suddenly I hear the click. Sighing I pray he listens to me. I lay my head back and rub my left hand in circles across my stomach. "Oh baby, I really hope your uncle can handle this." With those words I whisper, I slowly drift into another peaceful sleep.