I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, causing them to turn a bright red. The two of them just stared at me with horror and anger in their eyes. "So, how's it going?" I asked, trying to act normal, as though there was nothing awkward about the situation we were all in.
Nick looked at me in shock, releasing Miley's hand from his tight grip. He made his way over to me, quickly patting my shoulder. "It's good to see you man, but ever heard of knocking?" Nick whispered into my ear, pounding fists with me while he turned his gaze toward Miley, "We were kind of in the middle of something."
I felt my chest begin to tighten, allowing my heartbeat to accelerate, as though, it was about to jump out of my chest. Jealousy filled in the pit of my stomach as I stared at Nick and Miley grazing upon each other like they were the only two left on the Earth. Witnessing this, I couldn't help but let my hands clench into a tight fist. "Yeah sure, sorry about that. I just wanted to say hi and I guess I'll see you guys later," I said exiting Nick's room with the same jealousy from before, only this time, I was brought back to reality when my girlfriend bumped into me.
"Hey babe, what's up?" she asked, seductively, slowly placing her hands behind my neck while gently squeezing it. Why did she have to know where my weak spot was?
Tears began to fill my eyes as I stared at the floor, trying my best to hold them in. I couldn't deal with this now. I just needed to be alone, away from the world, so that I could cry in peace and not let anyone see how weak I truly am. "Not now Demi," I lightly whispered, removing her hands from around my neck and placing them at her side.
"You're never in the fucking mood," Demi mumbled under her breath, huffing off into the guest room, as she slammed the door, tight, causing glass and pictures to fall off of the shelf that lay right outside of the door.
I quickly made my way over to the mess she had made, careful that I didn't step on any sheets of glass. Observing everything that was on the ground, only one thing in particular caught my eye. I swiftly picked it up, looking at it more closely to get a better view. It was a picture of me and some other girl that I hardly recognized because the glass had cracked right on her face, making it look like a useless memory. I turned it around to see if it happened to have the name of the girl on it. There it was, in bold print: Joe and Miley Spring 2000. How could I not have recognized her, even without the crack? I could feel my heart shatter into a million little pieces, holding in all the strength I had to not and go kill Demi for what she had caused. But I decided not to, instead, I just sat in the middle of the hallway, holding the picture close to my chest, while the pools of tears just poured out of my eyes, like a never-ending rainstorm.
The clock struck a new hour, causing me to lift my head with the ticking of the clock that showed 11:00 P.M. Had it seriously only been one hour? Demi never came to check on me to see if I was okay after the 'accident,' which she had caused. Some girlfriend she is. I slowly made my way up to my room, located at what was supposed to be the 'attic.' The window was open a speck, swiftly letting the cool wind into my overheated bedroom. I poked my head out of the window, beginning to climb on the roof, just like I did about everyday when I was little to clear my mind from the drama filled world. I laid my head down on the roof, gazing up on the stars that lightened up the sky, hearing quiet whispers coming from below me. Who the heck could that be? I rolled over to the edge of the roof, quietly listening to the conversation between the two people, who I later learned were Nick and Miley, because Nick's room was located directly underneath mine.
"I really don't like her, Nick. She's like the rudest person and Joe, one of the sweetest people alive, is going to be crushed because of this whole innocent act she's playing on him and I just don't want to see him get hurt," Miley explained, slightly sobbing into Nick's shoulder.
Nick began to sway her back and forth, looking as though they would break into a different dance at any moment. "Shh, sweetie, it's going to be alright, he's not our problem right now. Let's just focus on us for now," he said, lifting up Miley's chin to go and kiss her.
Miley quickly turned her head away from his lips, allowing him to plant one on her cheek instead. "Uh yeah, I'm not sure if I want there to be an 'us,'" she mumbled shakily, letting the words slowly roll off of her innocent tongue, "I'm sorry I just think it's better this way because of the type of relationship we have and how close I am with your brother. I just don't want it to be awkward." She looked away, having her back facing in Nick's direction, as she looked out into the open air and the distant noise of cars on the freeway.
Nick glanced at her, confused and heartbroken, as to why she would say something like that when he thought things were working out perfectly. "I understand Miles, but it wouldn't be awkward or anything, I would make sure it wasn't," Nick began to protest, grabbing Miley from behind while he spinned her around so that she was looking into his root beer like eyes.
"I just don't know, N-," Miley started to protest before she was cut off.
Nick pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, as she wrapped her arms securely around his neck. He picked her up and placed her on the rail of the balcony, pressing his lips harder against hers as she continued to ruffle her hands through his pile of curls. "Does that prove to you of how much I want to be with you?" Nick softly whispered, unlocking their lips from one another, keeping his forehead pressed against Miley's.
"I think so," she said, biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Her eyes twinkled as the moonlight acted as a spotlight on her, showing the world all of her beautiful features. From her clear blue eyes to her gorgeous smile, she was absolutely fearless.
"Good," Nick smiled, pulling her into another deep kiss, "So, if I may, Miley will you be my girlfriend?" From the way he looked at her with his deep brown innocent eyes, I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, believing that he wasn't going to break her heart.
Her lips shot into a huge smile that plastered on her thin lips, shaking her head uncontrollably with excitement. "YES! Of course, I'll be your girlfriend!" Miley shouted, throwing her hands around Nick's neck.
I was truly happy for them, because they deserve nothing but the best in life. They're the two most important people in my life and I shouldn't be moping around, instead, just being happy for them. I heard somebody whisper-shouting my name from a few feet away, searching for the voice I locked eyes with Demi. Oh shit, of course. Why did she have to find my sanctuary place?
"What the hell are you doing out there, Joe?" Demi began to raise her voice, confused as to why as I was on the edge of the roof.
I glanced over at her, nervous as hell as to what she would do if she found out that I was eavesdropping on Miley and Nick's conversation. "Hey baby, what's up?"I wondered, making my way over toward the window she was looking out of, blocking her view of the life that went on outside of the window.
Demi rolled her eyes in frustration, pushing me out of the way as she started to throw her legs through the window, trying to get onto the roof. She stopped dead in her tracks, hearing voices coming from a few feet away as my palms started to sweat and the bead of sweat began to trickle down my cheeks. "Did you hear that?" she asked, searching the roof for any sign of anyone that could be talking.
"Um, no. Are you hearing things?" I nudged her, joking around with her.
"No, what the fuck is wrong with you? God, you're so annoying," Demi shouted, tugging on her hair in agony, "Could you just sh-,"
I placed my hand on the back of her neck, colliding our lips together so she would just shut up. The taste of her lips on mine was revolting. Her lip gloss smothered me in the taste of watermelon mixed in with, I think, was the taste of banana. Gross. Who the hell would want their lips to smell like watermelon and bananas, that's just like the worst combination ever? As I pulled away from Demi, I looked away from her and, somehow, we had managed to end up back in my bedroom on the hard wood floor.
"Um, Joe," Demi said, pointing to Nick, who stood in my doorway with a furious look among his face. Oh God, some shits about to go down.
