Chapter 3
Be Careful and Meet My Brother
Finally school morning ended. I was feeling kinda down, so I was happy that I'd be going to my place and eat popcorn, while I watch old movies.
"Demi! Wait!" Miley screamed from the middle of the hallway.
I turned around looking back at her and asked, "What is it, Miles?"
A little tired from her run down the hallway, Miley said, "Wait for me! Remember? We were going to go shopping after school!" Yikes! I totally forgot about it...
"Oh yeah. But Miles, I'm a little tired... Can we just hang out at my house? Please?" I eyed her with the infamous cute puppy look, hoping I would get my way.
"Hmm... let me think about that... Nope!" she giggled. "We said we we're going today. Don't be lazy Dems!" She pulled on my arm a little. "C'mon! We need to get you new clothes," she smiled and pulled me a little more down the hallway.
"But," I tried then realized I had nothing to say against her and groaned. "But! Miley!" I whined.
"No but's, sweetheart. Now, let's go!" She dragged me the rest of the way out to the car as I groaned inwardly. Obviously she wasn't gonna give up with this. So... we went to the mall and hit a few stores. I was completely bored, and I had my mind in somewhere called Venus. I surely needed to rest, but Miley was kinda hyper, so I had to stick with the idea of spending my whole afternoon trying to find clothes that she wanted me to wear. Gah.
"What do you think about this dress?" she asked me while holding up a short, black dress accented with gold sparkles.
"It's cute! You should definitely wear it." I smirked at her, hoping I wouldn't have to wear it.
"No silly!" Didn't work. "We're here for you! So you can be a fashionista!" She giggled.
"Come on, Miley! Let's be honest, I will always look like an old lady, as you said before." I rolled my eyes playfully at her hoping, once again, she would give up.
"True... just kidding, Dems!" She laughed at her little joke then reassured me, "No, you won't! And you know what? I think we're going out tonight!" She winked and then giggled.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Did she seriously just say that? What is it with her! I was so freaking tired, and now I'm gonna have to go out. Ugh!
Finally, we finished shopping. I think Miley ended up spending all the money she had in her account. It was like a storm! She bought everything around! Oh, and she thinks I should stop wearing yellow. She apparently, thinks I look like a chicken, and she also believes I should wear more black! So anyways, she bought me knee high black boots, the short black dress with the gold sparkles, and she also bought me a straightener. She's so girly! Too much for me! But, she is my best friend.
Once we got back to my house, she immediately dragged me up to my room to get ready for out night out. "So, Demi!" Miley said as she sat down on my bed, "I think you're gonna wear the black dress gold sparkles and the black boots for sure!" She had this huge smile on her face. Obviously way more excited then I was, if I even was...
"Miley," I whined, "I don't even wanna go out! Can't we just stay home and have a fun sleepover?" She looked back at me, giving me the answer I didn't want. "Please! I beg of you!" I pleaded.
"Sorry honey! We're going out! I'm gonna wear the red one," she grabbed the red dress and held it up to her body and smiled her Miley smile. "Whaddaya think?"
"I think you will look gorgeous as always..."
"Thanks, Dems! Well, we better get started or we're not gonna finish early! Go to the bathroom and try the dress with the boots!"
"Okay," I sighed as I sulked away to the bathroom.
Once I had the dress on, I looked at myself, and thought, what the heck? I am so not going out like this. I mean, it was so short! And the boots... well I liked them... but no! No! No! No! I looked like some hollywood rocker. Gosh. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at my best friend. "Miley..."
"Yikes! You scared me.!" She laughed. "Oh my, God! Who are you and what did you do with my best friend? This girl in front of me looks amazing! All the boys will be bowing down to her like a Greek goddess!" She laughed again and winked at me.
Unlike I, who kept a straight and unhappy face. "I don't have time for jokes."
"Oh, c'mon! You look stunning, Dems! You just need your make up and hair done! Then you'll look fantabulous!" She giggled at her use of the fake word.
"Make up? You gotta be kidding me." I glared at her.
"Sorry to break it to ya, but not really!" She laughed continued laughing. "I just finished with my hair and make up! It's all black... whatcha think?
"You look gorgeous, but isn't wearing the dress enough?" I pleaded.
"Nope! I'm gonna do your make up and then your hair, okay?" She smiled.
"Fine." I was pissed off, but then I remembered the new Disney boy in class. "Miley?"
"Yes?" she answered.
"Remember Nicholas? From our history class?"
She stopped what she was doing and thought about it, for what seemed like forever. "Uh, Miley?"
"Oh, yeah. What about him?"
"Well, nothing really..."
"Demi... tell me!"
"No, really! It's nothing..."
"C'mon! Tell me!"
"You really like him right?"
She shifted around nervously, "Haha, me? Psh! No, no... me? Haha, so funny, Dems! Not at all!" Haha. Liar. She so likes him.
"Sure..." I giggled at her nervousness.
"What? You don't believe me? C'mon!"
"No! Yeah I do... Of course I do!"
"Demetria Lovato! Stop doing this!"
"What? I'm not doing anything..." She glared at me. "Okay, okay! C'mon, you can't lie to me! You've obviously fell in love with him! I can see it in your eyes! You have a crush and his name is Nicholas Jonas!" I giggled at myself.
"Okay, I can accept the crush thing, but I didn't fall in love. I've only seen him once..."
"Twice," I corrected.
"Oh yeah... In the hallway," she sighed dreamily.
"See!"
"What?" she snapped out of her dreamland.
"You are in love." I giggled, "This is gonna be so funny!"
"Stop! Oh, dear God, this is what I've won just because I'm putting your make up on right?"
"Hmm... Yup! Better luck next time!" I giggled.
She sighed, "Well, I finished your make up and your hair. Look in the mirror!"
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Believe me, I liked what I saw. The gorgeous girl in the mirror was definitely not me. I looked like Miley always does! Stunning, pretty, girly, and, jeez! I don't know... Wow.
"So... what do you think about my master piece?" She smiled hopefully.
"It's... it's wow... I'm totally speechless! Thanks, Miles!" I smiled and gave her a hug.
"You're welcome Dems! I knew you would love it!" She giggled and hugged me back. "So we should get going! It's already 9 PM! Let's go!" She pulled away and dragged me outside with her.
"Okay..."
We went to the car, and Miley drove us to the club. When we got there and got out of the car, almost every single guy there was staring at us like "Hello!" Maybe because this damn dress was damn too short! And well, Miley should be used to this. She's so pretty! But me? Really?
"Let's go inside, Dems!"
"Okay," I agreed.
We got into the club. It was so freaking loud that I couldn't even hear what the DJ was saying! I groaned inwardly. It's like Miley doesn't know that I so don't like places like this. Suddenly, two guys were staring at us, and they began following us.
"Hey, beautiful," he winked at Miley.
"Um... hey..." Miley smiled nervously.
Then another guy came, "You and your friend alone?" He smiled at us. A creepy smile. I shivered.
"No. We're- uh- we're waiting for some friends to come..."
The first guy smirked and then asked, "Any boyfriend?" He winked again. They must've been drunk...
"Nope." Once I said it I had realized that had been a big mistake.
"Demi!" Miley whispered.
"Really?" the second guy chuckled. "Alone and pretty... Yikes!" This guy was definitely drunk!
Miley laughed nervously, "No! Actually, we're waiting for our boyfriends to come... Yep." Miley tried.
The first guy chuckled, "Sweetie, I don't believe you." He winked and grabbed her arm.
"Get off me!" Miley screamed. She was trying to hit him and push him away, but she wasn't doing any harm whatsoever. I was so scared. They were grabbing her really hard and the other guy was laughing at it. It wasn't funny! I was about to cry, but then these two guys came over.
"Let her go, dude!" I tried seeing the mystery man's face, but it was hidden. I did notice the familiar curly hair though...
"Who are you?" one of the drunk guys said.
"I'm her boyfriend! Now leave her alone!" the curly haired mystery screamed. Then it hit me. He was Nicholas! Oh my! And he was with another guy that had short and somewhat scruffy black hair.
"C'mon dude! Leave them alone!" the guy with Nicholas shouted.
"And who are you?" the other drunk one said.
"Her boyfriend," he said and pointed to me. I'll admit it, I blushed just a little.
"Is that true sweetheart?"
"Um... yeah- yeah, he is." I nodded.
"Okay then..." the drunk guy said. Him and the other drunk man stumbled off to the dance floor. I was so relieved; I thought they were gonna hurt us.
Miley was shaking from what she has just experienced. "Thanks a lot, Nicholas." She smiled and blushed.
"Call me Nick, and are you okay?" He looked worried for her. "You're shaking..."
"Yes. I'm fine... but thanks."
"It was no problem. Just glad we were around here." He smiled at her. Oh, he so had a crush on her! Lucky Miley!
"Yeah..." She looked up at him and into his eyes. He stared back at her for a few more seconds and I saw him biting his lip to not smile.
"Oh, sorry! This is my brother, Joe. Joe, this is Miley, and this is...?" He looked back at Miley and glanced over to me.
"This is Demi. My best friend." I smiled, along with her.
"Oh, hi Demi. So Joe, this is Demi, and Demi, this is my brother, Joe, and I'm Nick, by the way."
"Cool. Hi Nick. And hi," I looked over at Joe and stuttered out, "J-Joe..."
Miley looked at me and knew what I was thinking. His brother, Joe, was, oh boy, he is indescribable. I was stuttering and that wasn't right. I don't allow myself to stutter for a guy! No way! ...But I did, and his eyes, oh, dear God!
