So, I'm pretty much the biggest liar in the world. I don't know how long ago it was, when I updated, but I said I would update more often. And as you can see, I didn't. I'm really sorry about that. So I'm not going to promise anything this time, but I will try my hardest to update, for the people who stuck with me and still read this story after all this time :) I don't really know about this chapter, so I hope everyone likes it. Again, sorry for not updating. :)
Miley's POV
I rolled out of my bed, happy as I could be, and walked into my bathroom. It was a beautiful morning. Jake was out of my life, and I wasn't tied down to anyone. Life was pretty perfect, as it seemed.
Smiling, I walked down the steps and saw my dad cooking breakfast. He hadn't cooked breakfast, or any meal for that matter, in almost a year. I couldn't help but think something was up, but I really missed his cooking and I brushed the thought off.
"Morning, daddy." I said, walking over to my dad and hugging him from behind as he was scrambling some eggs.
"Morning, bud." He replied. I walked over and sat down at the table. My dad came over and sat a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and grits down in front of me. I inhaled the scent and 'mm'd, and then began digging in. My dad sat down beside me, eating his plate of food. "Listen, Miles. I need to tell you something." He said in a soft tone. I knew something was up.
"What's wrong, daddy?" I asked. He looked over at me and sighed.
"We're moving." He said.
"We're what?" I asked, not wanting to hear what he just said.
"Moving. To San Diego." He said.
I felt tears brimming in my eyes. We couldn't move. This was my home, and where all of my friends were. We couldn't just pack up and leave everything behind.
"N-no. W-we can't move. Please, dad. Don't make us move." I begged. He sighed and placed his hand on mine.
"I'm sorry, darling. We have to move. I got a part in a new movie, and I have to shoot it there." He said. I couldn't believe it. He was making us move just for some stupid part in a movie? Did he care about my feelings at all?
"What? A part in a movie? Did you ever care to think about what I want? What's best for me? I can't just leave my school, my friends, Shane." I said.
It was the first time I realized that if we moved, I wouldn't have Shane anymore. He wouldn't be my neighbor, he wouldn't be my best friend. We were moving, and Shane was staying here. It was too much for me to think about, and the tears started coming.
"When?" I asked in a harsh tone.
"Two weeks." My dadsaid. Two weeks? Only two weeks?
"I hate you." I said, wiping my tears from my eyes and running up the stairs. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut.
Just when life starts to be perfect, everything comes crashing down.
Shane's POV
I groaned as I rolled out of my bed. It was Saturday morning and normally I would have slept until about noon but this morning, Miley called me and told me she needed to talk to me. She said it was really important.
As I was getting ready, I wondered what she could be wanting to say. Then I thought about her a little bit more. She was single, and she didn't have Jake in her life. That opened up a big position that I could fill if I just got the courage to ask.
The truth was, Miley was everything I had ever wanted. Every girlfriend I had, I would compare to Miley. None of them were even close to being as great as her. It took me a long time to realize it, but I knew it was true.
When she told me she was in love with me, it surprised me. All the feelings I had for her, that had been pushed aside because of fear of rejection, came crashing back. But, I was too scared. I couldn't risk our friendship. If things ended badly I would lose the most important person in my life. Everyone knows that you cant be friend with an ex. Its impossible. But somehow, all that didn't matter to me. I just loved her too much to ever let her go, so losing her friendship was something I would never have to worry about, hopefully.
So, as I got into the car to go to Miley's house, I decided that today I would tell her everything I had been too scared to say before. It would be perfect.
But, as I walked up her driveway, I knew something was up. Miley was sitting on her porch steps crying. I hopped out of the car, ran over to her, and wrapped my arms around her. She pushed me away.
"Stop. Don't do that." She said, wiping away her tears. I was confused. Why didn't she want me to hug her?
"Why? What's wrong? What did I do?" I asked. She just looked at me. Her eyes always showed her feelings. Today they showed pain and madness, but mostly pain. When she looked like that, it made me hurt inside. I never wanted her to feel that way.
"You didn't do anything. I need to tell you something, though." She said.
"Okay. I need to tell you something too, but you tell me first." I said, sitting down beside her.
"I'm moving." She said, with sadness.
"Why are you sad about that?" I asked, not knowing that she meant really moving. Far away.
"Because, Shane. I'm not moving down the street, or to a different neighborhood. I'm moving to San Diego." She said, with tears running down her cheeks.
Nothing had ever broken my heart more. I was losing her, just when everything was about to turn out great. I couldn't imagine life without her. It pained me to even think about it, and now it was really gonna happen. But I had to stay strong for her.
"That's so cool. I've always wanted to live there." I said, trying to lighten the mood. She looked even more hurt when I said that.
"Yeah. I'll see you later." She said, getting up and walking into her house. I followed her.
"Wait, Miley. What's wrong?" I asked.
"You don't even care that I'm moving." She said. I realized that I had screwed up.
"Miley, I do care. I was just trying to not be so negative about it. The truth is, this is the worst thing that has ever happened in my life. You are the most important person in my life, Miley. Just thinking about not seeing you everyday makes me want to die." I said, with tears forming in my eyes. "I'm in love with you, Miley. That's what I was going to tell you today."
"No, Shane, Don't do this." Miley said, backing away from me.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Don't tell me that. It's not true. I know it." She said. I grabbed her face in my hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Miley, that is the most truthful thing I've ever said. You are the most amazing girl on this planet. I love every single thing about you. It took me a long time to realize it, but I can't imagine being with anyone but you. Nobody on earth can even compare to you. I love you, so much. More than you'll ever know. Please believe me." I said, hoping that she actually would believe me.
"Shane, stop doing this to me. I know you don't love me, and I'm actually starting to come to terms with that a little bit. Why would you want to ruin all of that and play with my heart? I though you were my best friend. But I'm used to you hurting me so it doesn't matter. Goodbye, Shane." She said, and then she ran up the steps to her room.
I was about to follow her, but I knew that no matter how much I tried to convince her that I really do love her, it wouldn't work. I had already screwed to many things up. I had lost my chance with Miley, and there was literally nothing I could do about it. She was moving, and I was staying here. We would never become anything that we both dreamed about.
As I was walking out the door I didn't know what to think. This was all real, it wasn't just a terrible nightmare. The love of my life, and my best friend was literally walking out of my life and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Before I lost all of my composure, I walked back over to my house. Nate asked me what was wrong as I walked through the door with tears streaming down my face, I couldn't even answer him. I opened my mouth and tried to speak the words but they wouldn't come out, and quite frankly I didn't want to hear them again. Somehow I though that if no one said anything out loud, it would not happen, and Miley would stay living beside us.
Miley's POV
The next two weeks of my life were terrible. I couldn't stop thinking about what Shane had said, I couldn't believe that he would do that to me. After all this time of me hurting, he decides to tell me that he's "in love with me"? Does he think I'm stupid or something?
I walked over to my nightstand and picked up the last remaining thing I hadn't packed. It was a picture of me and Shane. Of course, it just had to be there. I got so mad, I threw it across the room. The glass cracked, but didn't break. As I wiped a few of my tears, I picked it up and put it in a box, just in case.
Then, I sat down on my floor and waited for my dad to come and get me and tell me it was time to go. After about 15 minutes, I heard a knock on my door.
"Is it time to go?" I asked. He just smiled at me. How could he be so happy, when this was the worst thing that was ever going to happen to me?
"Not exactly." He grinned.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
"It's time for me to go. But you're staying here." He smiled.
"What? How is that going to happen?" I asked.
"I talked to Mr. and Mrs. Gray and they said they would be happy to have you live with them until you complete your senior year of high school. I didn't think you would like going t o an all new high school, so I decided to let you stay here with them." He exclaimed.
I guess he was expecting me to be happy, and I knew that I should've been. After the fuss I made when he told me we were moving, and all. But I couldn't be happy. I was going to have to live with Shane. I knew that would bring more heartache than imaginable. He would probably tell me that he really didn't love me, right when I moved in and tell me he was sorry. And then my heart would shatter. '
I guess I thought that if I moved away, I could get over Shane. If I didn't see him, or talk to him, maybe I could forget about him. But now I was just going to fall even more in love with him, and see him everyday of my life, with all of his new girlfriends that he would probably get.
Seeing the look on my dad's face, and knowing that he tried to help me and make me happy, made me not want to start a fight. So I just pretended to be ecstatic.
"That's great!" I yelled, and put on the best fake smile I could. "Thank you, daddy."
"You're welcome. The boys are going to come over and help you move your stuff today. I'm going to take the stuff that you won't really need with me, for when you come to live with me." He said, I nodded.
"When are they coming?" I asked. But, as if on queue , I heard Nate yelling up the stairs that they were here.
As they walked into my room, my dad left and continued to get all his stuff ready for the move. Nate and Shane just stood there. I figured Shane had told Nate what had happened between us.
"So, I'm really glad that you're not moving yet, Miley. It's gonna be awesome having you live with us." Nate said. I smiled.
"Thanks, Nate." I said. Shane still just stood there. He tried to give me a smile, but I just stared at him, and he looked down at the ground.
"So, are all these boxes going?" Nate asked. I nodded and he picked one up. "Okay, well let's get to working."
A few hours passed, and it was still pretty awkward between Shane and I. We had finally gotten my stuff moved into my new room, and we were all very, very tired. The bad thing was, my room was right beside Shane's. How bad could things get?
After I had said goodbye to my dad and he had left, we all three plopped down on the couch , exhausted.
"Well, I'm going to take a nap." Nate said, getting up off the couch and heading up the stairs. He never took naps, he was just trying to leave me and Shane alone.
"So..." Shane said, breaking the awkward silence. I just shook my head at him.
"Don't talk to me." I said. I was about to get up and leave like Nate did, but Shane grabbed my arm.
"No, Miley. You can't do this. You can't be mad at me for telling you I love you." Shane said, with hurt in his voice.
"Yes, I can. Because if you actually loved me, you would've told me before now. You would have saved me all the hurt that I've gone through. But you didn't, so I'm sure that you don't love me." I said. I was trying so hard not to cry, but the tears rolled down my face without warning.
"Why can't you believe me? What do I have to do to prove that I love you, Miley?" Shane asked. He was begging and pleading for me, but I just couldn't let myself believe that he actually did love me. Because when I found out this was some sick joke, or he didn't mean it, my heart would be permanently broken. I couldn't let that happen.
Without saying a word, I walked upstairs. This time he didn't try to stop me. He just sighed and put his face in his hands. I shook my head and walked up the steps, stopping halfway up to turn around and look at Shane once more. I hoped I wasn't making a mistake by not believing him, but I couldn't risk the heart break.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I starting walking to my room. I passed Nate's room on the way there. I almost walked right by, until I noticed that he was crying. I knocked on his door and he told me to come in.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting on Nate's bed and turning towards him. He looked so broken, and sad.
"Alex is moving." He said. I almost laughed, what was up with everyone moving? But I decided not to, because that would not be very nice.
"What? Where is she moving?" I asked in panic when his words finally sunk into my brain.
"Florida." He said as he wiped away a few of his tears and looked at me.
"Wh-what? That's on the other side of the country!" I exclaimed. I could tell that Nate already knew that, by the expression that came upon his face.
"I know." He said. "Gosh I'm such a wuss for crying. But I'm really going to miss her, and I like her so much."
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Alex.
"Hello?" She answered angrily. I was surprised by her tone.
"Hey, I heard you were moving." I said, sadly.
"Yeah, I am. You probably would've known that if you called me once in a while. I haven't heard from you in like a month. What the heck, Miley?" She yelled into the phone. She was right, I hadn't called her in a month. I guess I just caught up in so much stuff and forgot.
"I'm so sorry, Alex. I just have so much stuff going on. Did Nate tell you about my whole moving problem?" I asked. She huffed into the phone.
"Yes. I can't believe you didn't call your best friend to tell her that you were moving!" She said.
"I'm really sorry. I was just in so much shock and ev-" I started, but she cut me off.
"I have to pack, Miles. I'm not mad, so I'll call you when we get moved into our new house. Bye." She said, and she hung up. I couldn't believe that my best friend was moving. Could things get any worse?
So, there's the chapter, lol. How was it? Did you like it, hate it? Tell me, in a review! Haha, but if you don't want to review I totally understand. I deserve it for taking SO LONG to update. Thanks for reading though (: