Get to update more now! :D Free for a while since im forever alone and summer started! well it started June 16th for me but, i've been busy with my sweet 16, but not anymore! :D Hope you like it!
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"Then we went on this date, I guess, but it's nothing," I blush, finishing up my story with a big, heated, breath. "And, that's it."
"Well, it's not nothing if you just spent an hour explaining this guy you only saw about 3 times. I'm so happy for you! You have to introduce us when I come by this weekend, no, I rephrase that, you willintroduce us this weekend, kay?"
"Whatever you say master," I joke, making my best friend laugh on the other line. "Hey, why are you calling me anyway, don't you have a lot of work to do?"
"And she goes straight to the business. Everything is going really smoothly actually. The summer clothing just came in last week, the fall catalog is almost done, and we have people working on the winter one right now. And you know, we were kind of thinking. Why don't you just have a magazine to print out every month? This way, more people can see and the business can spread?"
"I was actually thinking of that the other day, but I don't know, I'm going to have to work double time, maybe, and I'll probably have to renovate the building so we can have the magazine department. It's going to take a lot of work, and money."
"Yeah you're right, but I know it will be such a huge hit, just like your designs are, and the magazines are going to sell, so technically, you're going to be making even more money than the amount you wasted into putting this project into place."
Well, he does have a point. I mean, a lot of people read magazines, and you never know you might pick one up, that certain somebody might be someone's designer or agent or manager and suggest it some people. Opening up a magazine won't be as bad, but I'll have to hire more staff and be in the building more often.
"Well, think about it, I have to go; I think someone just threw up. Anyway, I'll call or text you when I bought my ticket & I'll probably be there Saturday or Sunday. I love you, bye!"
"Love you too, and I miss you!"
"Miss you too Mamita,"
"Bye," then the phone went dead. I've only been away for a couple weeks and I miss those people like crazy. But the magazine idea Sebastian put in my head, is probably going to stay in my head until I do something about it. Maybe I can open up a magazine; I've always wanted to anyway, and it sounds like such a great idea! But putting that on top of opening a store here in L.A is going to stress me out too much; I better shut up and get out of bed.
I dragged myself to the kitchen, and found Demi already making breakfast. Even with her head in a messy bum, and in her pajama's I don't know how someone can be so flawless. I envy her sometimes, but that's our little secret.
"Morning sleepy head," she greets me, turning around for a second, than back at the bacon she was currently cooking.
"Morning; you've been awake for long?" she shakes her head, putting the bacon on one of the plates she has set out next to her.
"20 minutes I think," she puts the rest of the bacon on the other plate, and turns off the stove. She sets on in front of me, and takes a seat on the other side of the island.
"Thanks," I thank her, grabbing the fork already set on the table.
"Sebastian thinks it's a good idea to start a magazine," I start conversation in the middle of breakfast, taking a sip of milk I had gotten earlier.
"Well he's a smart guy; Miley, that sounds like an amazing idea."
"I know, but I'm already going to open up a store here, plus the magazine? I can't do both at the same time, and I have to hire a whole new staff."
Demi sighs, eating some of her eggs. "Listen, you probably have more money than the president. All that money you saved up when you were a teenager, plus you're trust fund you have total access to, and you're the owner and founder of Destiny, you have enough money to open a store in the world at the same time, with employers, and still have money left over."
"Aren't you exaggerating just a little bit?" I joke, taking another drink of my milk, and taking a bite of my bacon and eggs.
"Maybe, but you know what I mean. You should do it. You know what; I'll look around for a good space for the store, talk to a few people I may know, while you go and talk to Sebastian about the magazine, we're a team working here, it'll work, I promise,"
The next few hours, I spent it in the house while Demi went out to search for a good studio or something. I searched around for some amazing photographers, and models, and I pretty much have everything set, and booked for when I come back to New York in August.
I hope this is all worth it. But somehow, in my head, Demi was right; everything will work out.
Nick's POV
"Hello?" I answer, rubbing my eyes and sitting up straight to concentrate on the phone call.
"Jonas, Sergeant Gregory here, the lieutenant sent me to inform you, that he wants you in Afghanistan next week, no excuses."
"Sir, I thought I was sent back home for 3 months, not for 3 weeks," I try to protest, which I know will get me nowhere.
"It's urgent Nick. I know you've been gone for 3 years and you just got settled in, but he wants you back in next week for some special mission, I will tell you all about it when you get here. I know it sucks, but I can't do anything about it, I'm sorry."
"Its fine sir, thank you sir," I hang up, my eyes tearing, my heart aching, and my mind racing with millions of questions. This can't be happening. I'm not supposed to leave until late August; it's the beginning of July!
Telling my family will be hard, extremely hard, but they're used to saying goodbye, but this is the first time I have a girl involved. I know I seriously just met Miley, but she's something special, and I just don't know how to tell her. I wish I didn't have to tell her, I don't want to hurt her, but I'm going to have to, am i?
Miley's POV
"What's wrong?" I ask Nick at the milkshake shack when I finally had the balls to get out of the house, and surprisingly, Nick called me in that instant.
"Nothing, I promise," he smiles, making my heart flutter. I know he's lying to me, but I can't push it if he doesn't want to tell me, but somehow I know he'll tell me, sooner or later.
"Let's go," I nod, grabbing my milkshake and walking past him as he opens the door to go outside. "You wanna go to the carnival?" he asks suddenly.
"Sure," I laugh, throwing my drink away in the nearest garbage.
"Why are you so quiet?" I ask on our walk down the board walk.
He shrugs, looking up distantly before locking his brown orbs on my blue crystals. I see him hesitate, for a split second I see sadness covering his eyes, and his once smile, turns into the saddest frowns I've seen, but it was gone before I had the chance to point them out.
"Let's go, he drags me towards one of the rides, all sings of sadness gone and washed away. I don't know what it is, I don't know if he's hurt by someone or hurt because something happened to himself, but something's making him hurt, and deeply.
