I'm backkk..and so soon!! I keep my promises :) Showing you guys just how much i love you all :) THanks for putting up with me and being amazing.
"Miley come on! It's been a week since we got home, can't be please just drop the subject?" Joe begged Miley from the family room. Leading me to wonder just what was so awful he didn't want to talk about it, and she did.
"No, Joseph it has been a week, and you were out in Jersey with us a week, so that is two weeks you have been avoiding the subject. So come one, once we talk about it we can move on. Gosh you and Nick are even more alike than ever right now." My entire body instantly sat up straighter; suddenly my arms covered themselves in goose bumps.
"How in the hell is Nick even involved in this conversation. This is about Marcy, Lilly, Taylor, you and me...me and my jumbled…damnit how do you do that?" As Joe finished his sentence in frustration my mind imagined the contorted face he was making while bringing his hands into fist form. "Damnit, Nick...how is he involved in this."
The two had my mind spinning; it seems they both forgot I was asleep, or rather now wide awake in the room just down the hall from where they sat. Their conversation making no sense, what did Marcy have in common with Taylor, Miley and Lilly…Joe I guess but I still don't understand..
"YES! I told you, now if you could just finish talking to me about how you feel and your confusion we could move on from the topic…and well dearest Nicholas won't talk to me about my book. I'm worried about what he read and how he feels; we just keep avoiding the conversation. And I've been thinking about some major things recently and well… he needs to grow a pair be the man I know he is and talk to me about it." By the time she finished speaking she was out of breath, and my heart had started racing as my hands covered my face in frustration at my own ignorance. While they both sat there staring at each other, I swung my legs swiftly over the bed and pulled a pair of jeans over my green boxers, mine as well be half dressed to see Joe, before walking out to face the twosome.
Flashback:
My eyes could barely open, as I stumble towards the door randomly flipping on lights and tripping over unknown objects. Finally I reached the door, where a loud banging was coming from. Opening it to the dim hall lights I saw my older brother Trace leaning against the door frame his eyes half open looking like he was about to fall over. "Trace! Gosh, it's three in the morning." I lean against the door and try not to fall back asleep.
"I….knoow, I'm soorby…" He could barely speak as he attempted to stand up straight only to almost fall over.
Quickly I grabbed his side and helped him into the house. The smell of alcohol on him was so strong I could swear I was going to get tipsy. "You know what? Don't worry about it. Just go to sleep in here we will talk in the morning." I lead him to my guest room on the opposite side of the apartment and unmake the bed for him to fall into.
"Thans Milezz." He manages from the bed as I walk out and close the door. Not bothering to turn off any lights before falling back into my own bed.
A few short hours later I found myself awake, showered and looking decent in my opinion considering the interruption, last night. My light sea foam green see through dress over a cream slip paired with thick studded sandals and my dark beachy waves was some kind of a miracle. In two hours I was going to have a meeting with the record company about my next album and I could not afford to look like I could care less. As I worked on making breakfast I heard the surprising pitter patters of my brother's feet coming from the hall behind the kitchen. "Wow, six a.m. and you're awake? I was sure I would be lucky to see you awake when I arrived home tonight." I shook my head in a 'no' motion and let out a small giggle as I pulled out a glass and filled it with orange juice.
He placed a hand on his forehead, signifying his head hurt and squinted his eyes. "I have promotional things today, so my phone was set with an alarm. God that food smells like shit." He murmured in his familiar husky way.
"Ahh the price of success." I spoke as if I was the wisest person in the world, "Actually the food smells amazing, you on the other hand." I quickly moved to remove another glass from the cabinet left of the sink and fill it with water, then grabbing a bottle of Excedrin from above the oven I poured two into my hand and handed my findings to Trace. "This will help that and a long hot shower." I nodded towards the guest room where the other bathroom was.
"Thanks. Not only for this meds but for last night. I know I'm of age now, but I couldn't go back to mom and dads'. Not like that at least, I don't know what got into me to drink so much but wow…" He slowly shook his head and closed his eyes as he swallowed the pills. He bent his head back and kept his eyes closed, staying this way until a soft knock came from my door followed by the entrance of my guest. "Who the hell is here this early?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Trace, you live in California full time now, you really need a place of your own. And you mean besides my hung over brother?" I responded smartly,
"Oh trust me I know, I'll work on it. Promise."
Nick walked into the kitchen and leaned in for a kiss, realizing at the last second my obviously shambled brother was in the room and quickly went from romantic and passionate to appropriate. A change that anyone would notice.
"Dude, don't hold back on my account," Trace pointed out and put his hand up by his shoulders and gave a weak knowing smile. "What are you doing here so early?"
"Miley and I have breakfast together three or four times a week." Nick responded as if it was common knowledge, Trace barely knew Nick and I were back together let alone practically living together.
"You know what Trace, why don't I show you how to work the shower." I move swiftly down the hallway towards the bathroom, tightly grabbing Trace's arm as I pass by him. Finally when we were down the hall I close the door behind us in the bathroom.
"I don't like that he is here with you so early Miley." It was clear he was angry. "I was okay when you were friends, and I guess I'm okay with you dating again. I just think it's moving really fast don't you think." He looked me dead in the eyes, looking for an answer.
"Trace, can you just stay out of this. I'm twenty one; I'm living on my own. I can take care of myself. It's Nick, don't you see, it's him it's always been him? Finally things are right. So either get over it and clean up. Or you can get out and go back to mom and dad's either works well for me." With that I walked out of the room purposely slamming the door behind me, knowing how much it would kill Trace's head.
"What do you mean they have locked themselves in there? They can't do that its Friday night and it's their night, they know that. No excuses…ever." A loud thud followed the sound of Demi's whispering voice floating through the dark wooden door to our apartment. A loud thud I can only expect to have been some kind of food.
"I know that, we ALL know that Dem." Joe responded in the voice clearly known as a desperate try to yell at someone, while trying to stay quiet.
Whispers of all four standing outside our door followed, only the occasional word was clear from mine and Miley's spots pacing back and forth in the foyer. "Miley, we have to let them in. Joe has already filled them in on our fight this morning, and you know we have to…it is Friday." She hurried back and forth as fast as possible for a woman with an almost six month pregnant stomach.
"I know I know I know, it's fucking Friday. I am well aware of the deal, I am also aware that it is the first Friday in months we are all together. But you, you fucked up this morning, listening in on Joe and me. And then…when he left and I and I told you how I felt what I wanted to do, how I wanted to handle this!" She was out of breath from her pacing and speaking she slid down onto the floor in to a very comfortable looking fashion her back against the wall while she pointed at her stomach.
I stood across the foyer hall from her, my left hand tangled in my hair while my right one rested in my front pocket. "Seriously you guys, open up!" Kevin's voice shouted through the door next to me, followed by several strong and loud bangs on our door.
When neither of us even moved at the sound, a new voice came through. "Alright, this is just ridiculous, I'll be right back." Selena's voice softly came through the door as her footsteps, almost impossible to hear sounded across the hall towards her and Demi's place. Again whispers that where impossible to understand came from the three left in the hall. Then out of nowhere, the lock made a familiar noise as it unlocked and swung open to reveal four annoyed friends.
"Wait, Selena you had that this whole time?" Joe walked into the apartment not even looking at Miley or myself, caring a large bag and placing it on the kitchen table. Before sitting down on the couch his feet on the coffee table.
As the other three followed and sat around the family room, Selena looked at Demi and started giggling, "Well of course. Miley and Nick actually trust us, so we have a spare key just in case. I just wanted them to grow up and let us into the apartment before I used it." She ran her fingers through her hair and shot us a deserving look.
"Alright you guys, well I don't know what their problem is, but we have two choices here. We can ignore them and have fun being together again on this wonderful day. Or we can lock them in here and force them to figure out what is wrong." Kevin desperately looked around as he spoke, "You know I'm starting to worry they are going to go down a path they can't turn around from." It was a whisper he didn't want us to hear but knew in his heart we had heard every word.
Instinctively I looked into Miley's eyes and found the same tears that threatened to burn my face, already streaming down hers.