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Walking in the front door I couldn't hide the pride on my face, it looked like Kevin might finally have another shot with a girl. And Marcy was an amazing catch, although I have major reservations because we really want to sign her and it wouldn't be smart to sign someone anyone of us is romantically involved with. But right now though I just want him happy, we can figure it out later if they do get involved. Closing the door I look to the room on my left out of habit only to find my beautiful Miley fast asleep on the couch, her hands cradling her stomach, the stomach holding my beautiful and amazing child. Quietly I cross the room and kiss her stomach then her forehead...placing a pillow under her feet then her head, before again crossing the room. In a few hours Joe was going to be here, and I have no clue as to whether he and Miley are on good terms again or not. So I mine as well brace myself for the chance of a war.
Upstairs in my old bedroom, the room I'm now sharing with Miles I lay down and start to hum the tune to a new song I've been working on. When Joe gets out here I want to talk about another album and tour possibility it's been about two years since we have released something of our own. Closing my eyes I start to think back over the years, and try and figure out where things really changed and how I got here. As I roll my head to the side I move my eyes across the room, and then back when I notice a large stack of papers. Stretching my entire body, slowly I get off the bed and move towards the printer and macbook that papers rest on top of. My eyes glance over the first few sentences, and then everything freezes. Unsure, but almost positive of what I'm reading I continue on, my mind is delved into the world four years ago through Miley's eyes. If this is the path to where I am now that I was looking for, I sure have found it. Falling back onto the bed, I start reading, something I know I shouldn't do but feeling as lost as I do I continue.
(Book excerpt) I'm going to start with the end of a friendship I have received a lot of criticism for. Interesting really, I mean I try and understand that people are going to be fascinated by my life and career, in the over ten years I've been in the public eye it's become something I try to almost relate to;Mandy and I were best friends, for two years we did everything together, but age wise she was several years older than me. Something that usually never even made a difference after she turned twenty one it really did have an effect. I'm not going to sound like I'm a prude there is nothing wrong with drinking and partying especially at her age. That is the normal life at that point. There is something people don't realize about Mandy, I'm not trying to be mean and rude I'm being honest purely honest. As she got older she changed, something that happens to everyone, but for her it was a very pushy change. She pressured me constantly to go out to major parties with here and hook up with random boys. Even though she knew my values and that it was not my thing. A few times I did give in; it was a desperate attempt to salvage a very important friendship. After a while though she would be sloppy about things, wanting me to be in clear public with her while she bought beer and other liquor not caring how that would affect how people saw me since it would surely get caught on camera. Things finally came to an end though, one night when I was sixteen, we were at home it was the same night the final episode of 'The Miley and Mandy Show' was filmed. Once she finished we were talking when I assume she found just talking to me bored and asked if I wanted to go on a boys and beer run with her. She did this a lot wanting to bring inappropriate things back to my house, assuming that since I had a separate area of the house from the rest of the family it was fine. In my eyes that is never fine. I responded that same way I always do when she asks things like that of me, I told her that I can't be seen buying beer and picking up random guys besides I had really no interest. She then stated that she would go get the boys and beer then return to the house with both. Sighing I answered that it was fine and worked on picking up my room as she left. At some point in the night I must have fallen asleep because what I next remember is awaking to my five thirty alarm clock to no Mandy or any sign that she had returned. This is when I looked at my phone to find a simple text message from Mandy stating that she wasn't coming over she had found a guy and was headed to her place. A text sent a little after midnight, at least four hours after she had left my house. That was the final straw for me and I then deleted her number and the message from my phone. That simple I was done with her in my life, and to this day I live with zero regrets about that choice.
Forty pages later my mind was still spinning in the world from eight years ago. Even though I lived through everything with Miley after our breakup and during our crazy friendship reading about it feels odd. I can't ever remember being so awful and indecisive about Miley. For a while now, even before I finally made a move on her again, it was obvious how much I need her, how I can't function without her. Suddenly I feel someone shaking my shoulder; I've been so into this book I didn't hear an entrance into the room.
"Nick dude. Wake up." Joe whispers as he walks around to the other side of my bed and lies next to me. Folding his hands on this chest and looks up the ceiling.
"Wake up? Was I even asleep?" I look down and see the pages lying against my chest. When had I fallen asleep? "Hey dude, can you at least take the shoes off if you are going to lie on my bed?" I sigh and shove my left leg against his legs making my point clear.
Joe sighs as he maneuvers he feet so that his shoes come off without having to sit up and properly take them off. "Yea you must have really been out, I said you name like five times before shaking you. What is that on your chest?" He then reaches out and takes the papers.
"Give those! I had no idea I had fallen asleep and for so long! Last I knew you were just getting on the plane! Umm yea, it's….well it's a book I guess Miley is writing. Did you know about it?" I lay my head against the pillow and close my eyes, hoping Joe was as clueless as I was about the book. I already feel helpless enough being her husband and not knowing, I don't need my brother to outshine me once again in knowing more about my wife.
"What do you mean she is writing another book? Why? Wait…does she even know you are reading this?" Quickly he swipes the pages from my chest, playing on the fact my eyes are still closed. He then flips through the pages rapidly scanning the pages. "Whoa, this looks ten times more personal than the last one, and it's about three times longer. What is she up to?" The last sentence is more to him than me, making me feel safe. For once my brother and Miley's best friend is just as lost and confused as I am about her intentions. Finally I won't be outshined by his knowledge when it comes to her, finally…