One Shot
Kindergarten, a time of innocence and fun. Everyone is friends and there’s no drama. You meet certain people who are special to you and they are the ones you sit with during story time and play with during recess. The ones you make a pact promising that you’ll be the best of friends forever. This promise is so serious that it’s sealed with a pinky promise. I made one of these. It was between me, and my three best friends, Demi, Nick, and Nick’s older brother, Joe. The same day we made that promise, Joe and I made one between just the two of us. This one said that if anyone ever hurt me, Joe would make it his personal mission to hurt them back…ten times harder than I was hurt. Of course, I believed it because Joe was three years older than me so I knew he was capable of a lot. Once again, we sealed this promise with a pinky swear. It was official, Joe would be my protector.
Six years later:
As soon as my feet hit the pavement and I was officially off the bus, the tears poured down my face. My first day of Junior High was awful. The whole bus ride home, Demi and Nick tried to ask me what was wrong but I refused to speak to anyone. I just wanted to get off that bus and go to the one person I trusted the most, Joe. And that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t even bother stopping in at home. Nope, there was no time for that. Within minutes after getting off the bus, I found myself on the doorstep of the Jonas household. I tucked my tiny right fist into a ball and moved it forward and back, forward and back, repeating this steps a few time as a banging sound was created. I was about to go in for a fifth bang but the opening of the giant white door prevented me from doing so. At the door stood a brunette woman with curly hair. She was of average height. There was only one woman in Wyckoff who fit that description. “Mrs. Jonas!” I screamed and ran into her arms. Denise caught me and held me tight as I cried into her arms. She rubbed my back and listened to me. Not once did she tell me to stop crying or that it would be okay. Nope, she just let me get it out of my system. Mostly because she knew I
wasn’t gonna speak about what had happened. When I began to calm down a little, Denise slowly lightened her grip on me and looked into my blue eyes. “You know where he is.” She whispered in my ear before departing from the entryway of her home into the kitchen. I removed my black high tops and walked up the stairs, down the hall, and to the third door on the right. I banged on the door trying to hurry up the person I was waiting for. My knocks grew louder and faster. Where the hell was he? After an eternity, or what seemed like one, the door opened and there he was. At first he looked tired and angry. I could tell I had woken him up from a nap. Judging by the way he was looking at me, I thought he was gonna yell at me and tell me to come back later when he wasn’t tired. But when he saw the tears pouring down my face, anything he had planned on saying to me was forgotten or at least ignored. Instead, I was carried into his room and laid down on his bed. He laid behind me and wrapped one of his arms around me. He held me tight and rubbed my back with his other hand. We stayed like this for 30 minutes, or so, until I was ready to speak and tell him what was on my mind. When that time came, I opened up and told him every little detail of how my first day of middle school was a day in hell. I told him about the biggest bitch in the school. She was an 8th grader and thought she was better than everyone else. Her name’s Bridgit Mendler. She was your typical head cheerleader, always got straight As, and every guy wanted to be with her, kinda girl. I didn’t even mind that cause I had no intentions of going near her. I was thrown off when she started picking on me for no reason though. Apparently my outfit, a pink tank top, a jean jacket, Capris, and matching pink flip-flops was unacceptable. As if that wasn’t bad enough, curly hair was “disgusting” and according to her, I was going to be alone, forever. Yeah, it’s safe to say, she was a bitch. Joe agreed with me but reminded me of our promise we made when I was in Kindergarten and he was in third grade. We decided to renew this promise and once again, sealed it with a pinky promise.
Three years later:
Here I am now, three years later, getting ready to start High School. Middle school ended up flying by faster once Bridgit graduated and moved on to High School. Demi, Nick, and I have so far kept our pact and are still best friends. In fact, Demi and Nick finally realized their feelings for each other and began dating this past summer. As for Joe, that’s a totally different story. Let’s just say, he didn’t exactly keep his promise to me. You see, when Bridgit left our middle school, she went to the same school that Joe did. Bridgit had changed a lot since middle school. She had gotten prettier and Joe didn’t recognize her and I guess he somehow feel for her. So in other words, they began dating. After that, it went from us hanging out almost daily to hanging out almost never. He was always with her. Whenever I would call, it would either go straight to voicemail or Bridgit would answer. When that happened, it felt like a part of me was slowly dying. I was losing connection with Joe, something I thought would never happen. School starts in two weeks and here I am, lounging in Nick’s backyard with Demi while Nick and our new friend, Beck, swim in the pool. Demi and I got thirsty so we told the boys we were gonna get some lemonade and we’d be back out on a few minutes. I don’t think they were paying much attention to us until we stood up. When they saw the view of our backsides, they started clapping and cheering. Demi looked over at me and we started laughing at their stupidity. We made our way into the kitchen and over to the silver fridge. Demi pulled out the pitcher filled with Mrs. J’s homemade lemonade while I got four cups to put the lemonade in. I also thought it might be a good idea to find a tray to make life easier for when we had to carry the drinks outside. If my memory served me correct, the tray would be found in the dining room where all the nice China was kept. I walked a little bit down the hall and into the dining room and I was correct. On the floor, next to the China cabinet, was a white serving tray that Denise used to take food up to the boys when they were sick. I bent down and picked it up. I walked back to the kitchen and saw Demi had poured the lemonade and walked back outside. Grr, she was lazy sometimes but I still loved her. I walked over to the counter,
where the cups were placed, and set down the tray, allowing me to move the glasses from the counter onto the tray. I carefully picked up the tray, which had gotten slightly heavier but was still manageable to carry. I was on my way to go outside when I felt myself stumble over something. Me, the tray, and the cups of lemonade came in contact with the hardwood floor. I heard snickering behind me and was so pissed when I turned around. There was Bridgit with a giant smirk on her face. Not to far behind her was Joe. I had expected him to scold Bridgit for her actions but I was beyond mistaken. He didn’t dare do that. In fact, instead, he just laughed along with her. Then he walked over to her and high-fived her. “Good one, Bridge.” I laid there in shock at what was happening before my very eyes. I knew they were dating but that didn’t mean he had to laugh when she acted like a total bitch. I could tell tears were going to form in my eyes any second and I didn’t want to give neither Joe nor Bridgit the satisfaction of this event so I sprang up and ran out the sliding door back to where Nick, Demi, and Beck were. The three of them were laughing hysterically at something and when they felt my presence, they turned to look at me. When they saw tears forming, they stopped laughing and Demi ran over to me and hugged me. “What’s wrong?” She whispered in my ear. “J-j-joe b-b-broke his p-p-promise to meeeee.” I said in between sobs. Demi and Nick automatically looked at each other and now had angry looks on their faces. Demi walked me over to one of the lounging chairs on Nick’s deck and she and Nick flew inside the house. I was curious about what was going on and I could tell Beck was too. Beck picked me up and carried me into the house with him. I assumed everyone was going to be upstairs and in Joe’s room. A room I hadn’t been in since the time I came crying to him three years ago. The same day we renewed our promise. I heard screaming coming from Joe’s room and tightened my grip on Beck’s shirt. Beck went to open the door but we were beat to it. When we opened it we saw Bridgit, who looked furious. She yelled some obscure things at Joe before storming off down the steps. Beck placed me down and shot Joe a look. Joe looked over at me and frowned. He motioned to me with his index finger telling me to go inside his room. I looked at Beck for backup and he nodded his head and pointed to the floor. Which meant he would be right there if I needed him. Slowly, I went into Joe’s room and heard his door shut and lock. He paced around the room, which meant he was nervous. Then he did the one thing I hated most, he sat down next to me, took both of my hands in his, and looked directly into my eyes. I forced myself to look away otherwise I might crack. “Miles, baby, please look at me.” When I didn’t do anything, Joe took his left hand and gently picked up my
chin with it. I now had no choice but to look into those light brown wonders. “I know you’re mad but please talk to me.” Joe begged. “You broke your promise to me.” I said coldly. Joe let out a chuckle and I shot him the dirtiest look I’ve ever given. “Miley, I could never break a promise to you. After Bridgit tripped you, I took her up here and told her off. She asked me why I was being such a baby and defending a loser. When she said that, I told her she was a dumb slut and if she knew what was best for her, she would never say anything bad about you ever again. She didn’t like it very much but what got her even more was when I broke up with her.” I took in his words and slightly smiled. He broke up with the girl he loved because of little me. When Joe saw my smile, he smiled back at me. “I’m happy to see that smile on your face, Smiles.” “I’m happy to be smiling like this again, Smoseph. I haven’t smiled this big since the last time we renewed our promise to each other.” Joe looked at me and stuck out his pinky. I did the same. “I, Joseph Jonas, promise to always look out for and protect you, Miley Ray Cyrus, no matter what. If someone hurts you, I will hurt them back, ten times harder than they could ever expect.” I wasn’t sure if I should trust him but everyone deserves a second chance, right? I thought so.
Twelve years later:
Today is really the day. A day I knew was coming but never thought it would arrive. I do a final check in the mirror and smile at the woman staring back at me. She looks beautiful in a white gown and her naturally curly hair had been curled again with a curling iron to give it a different look. A silver tiara was on her head and resting under the tiara was a veil which covered her face. A knock on the door signals that it’s show time. I pick up my dress and carefully walk out the door. I stand in the back of the Church and wait with my dad, who is crying. The organist begins playing “Here Comes the Bride” and I look over to my father. We both nod and begin our walk. All eyes are on my bridal party and then me. I don’t make eye contact with any of them though. Nope, my focus is on the man waiting for me. When I get to the Altar, my dad steps away from me and smiles. I know this is a hard day for him because it’s a time when daddy’s “little” girl is preparing to go out and start a family on her own. He trusts this man though and knows he will take good care of me. I take my place next to my fiancée and wait.
The ceremony goes quickly and it is now time for the vows which will be followed by the exchanging of the rings. Then, it will be official. I am up first. I feel the butterflies in my stomach but choose to ignore it and repeat the words of the Priest. “I, Miley Cyrus, take you, Joe Jonas, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life now and whatever comes after it.” I slipped the ring I had spent forever picking out onto his finger.
Joe was up next. “I, Joe Jonas, take you, Miley Cyrus, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life now and whatever comes after it.” He then slipped the most beautiful silver ring onto my finger. The priest made it official and said the words every couple longs to hear on their wedding day. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” We followed his words and shared a simple yet sweet kiss. The people in the pews clapped in excitement but we knew it wasn’t official yet. There was one more thing we had to do. While everyone was focused on clapping, I turned to Joe and he turned to me. I held up my pinky and he did the same. “I, Joseph Jonas, promise you, Miley Cyrus, that I will love you forever. When something is wrong, I will do anything possible to make
it right. And if someone does anything to hurt you, I will hurt them back…twenty times as hard.” Now it was my turn. “I, Miley Cyrus, promise you, Joseph Jonas, that I will love you forever. If you ever need me, I will be there in a heartbeat. I also promise I will be the best wife this world has ever seen and give you the best family ever.” Joe smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. We then locked pinkies and it was official, what we had just said to each other was now sealed with a pinky promise.
Six years later:
As soon as my feet hit the pavement and I was officially off the bus, the tears poured down my face. My first day of Junior High was awful. The whole bus ride home, Demi and Nick tried to ask me what was wrong but I refused to speak to anyone. I just wanted to get off that bus and go to the one person I trusted the most, Joe. And that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t even bother stopping in at home. Nope, there was no time for that. Within minutes after getting off the bus, I found myself on the doorstep of the Jonas household. I tucked my tiny right fist into a ball and moved it forward and back, forward and back, repeating this steps a few time as a banging sound was created. I was about to go in for a fifth bang but the opening of the giant white door prevented me from doing so. At the door stood a brunette woman with curly hair. She was of average height. There was only one woman in Wyckoff who fit that description. “Mrs. Jonas!” I screamed and ran into her arms. Denise caught me and held me tight as I cried into her arms. She rubbed my back and listened to me. Not once did she tell me to stop crying or that it would be okay. Nope, she just let me get it out of my system. Mostly because she knew I
wasn’t gonna speak about what had happened. When I began to calm down a little, Denise slowly lightened her grip on me and looked into my blue eyes. “You know where he is.” She whispered in my ear before departing from the entryway of her home into the kitchen. I removed my black high tops and walked up the stairs, down the hall, and to the third door on the right. I banged on the door trying to hurry up the person I was waiting for. My knocks grew louder and faster. Where the hell was he? After an eternity, or what seemed like one, the door opened and there he was. At first he looked tired and angry. I could tell I had woken him up from a nap. Judging by the way he was looking at me, I thought he was gonna yell at me and tell me to come back later when he wasn’t tired. But when he saw the tears pouring down my face, anything he had planned on saying to me was forgotten or at least ignored. Instead, I was carried into his room and laid down on his bed. He laid behind me and wrapped one of his arms around me. He held me tight and rubbed my back with his other hand. We stayed like this for 30 minutes, or so, until I was ready to speak and tell him what was on my mind. When that time came, I opened up and told him every little detail of how my first day of middle school was a day in hell. I told him about the biggest bitch in the school. She was an 8th grader and thought she was better than everyone else. Her name’s Bridgit Mendler. She was your typical head cheerleader, always got straight As, and every guy wanted to be with her, kinda girl. I didn’t even mind that cause I had no intentions of going near her. I was thrown off when she started picking on me for no reason though. Apparently my outfit, a pink tank top, a jean jacket, Capris, and matching pink flip-flops was unacceptable. As if that wasn’t bad enough, curly hair was “disgusting” and according to her, I was going to be alone, forever. Yeah, it’s safe to say, she was a bitch. Joe agreed with me but reminded me of our promise we made when I was in Kindergarten and he was in third grade. We decided to renew this promise and once again, sealed it with a pinky promise.
Three years later:
Here I am now, three years later, getting ready to start High School. Middle school ended up flying by faster once Bridgit graduated and moved on to High School. Demi, Nick, and I have so far kept our pact and are still best friends. In fact, Demi and Nick finally realized their feelings for each other and began dating this past summer. As for Joe, that’s a totally different story. Let’s just say, he didn’t exactly keep his promise to me. You see, when Bridgit left our middle school, she went to the same school that Joe did. Bridgit had changed a lot since middle school. She had gotten prettier and Joe didn’t recognize her and I guess he somehow feel for her. So in other words, they began dating. After that, it went from us hanging out almost daily to hanging out almost never. He was always with her. Whenever I would call, it would either go straight to voicemail or Bridgit would answer. When that happened, it felt like a part of me was slowly dying. I was losing connection with Joe, something I thought would never happen. School starts in two weeks and here I am, lounging in Nick’s backyard with Demi while Nick and our new friend, Beck, swim in the pool. Demi and I got thirsty so we told the boys we were gonna get some lemonade and we’d be back out on a few minutes. I don’t think they were paying much attention to us until we stood up. When they saw the view of our backsides, they started clapping and cheering. Demi looked over at me and we started laughing at their stupidity. We made our way into the kitchen and over to the silver fridge. Demi pulled out the pitcher filled with Mrs. J’s homemade lemonade while I got four cups to put the lemonade in. I also thought it might be a good idea to find a tray to make life easier for when we had to carry the drinks outside. If my memory served me correct, the tray would be found in the dining room where all the nice China was kept. I walked a little bit down the hall and into the dining room and I was correct. On the floor, next to the China cabinet, was a white serving tray that Denise used to take food up to the boys when they were sick. I bent down and picked it up. I walked back to the kitchen and saw Demi had poured the lemonade and walked back outside. Grr, she was lazy sometimes but I still loved her. I walked over to the counter,
where the cups were placed, and set down the tray, allowing me to move the glasses from the counter onto the tray. I carefully picked up the tray, which had gotten slightly heavier but was still manageable to carry. I was on my way to go outside when I felt myself stumble over something. Me, the tray, and the cups of lemonade came in contact with the hardwood floor. I heard snickering behind me and was so pissed when I turned around. There was Bridgit with a giant smirk on her face. Not to far behind her was Joe. I had expected him to scold Bridgit for her actions but I was beyond mistaken. He didn’t dare do that. In fact, instead, he just laughed along with her. Then he walked over to her and high-fived her. “Good one, Bridge.” I laid there in shock at what was happening before my very eyes. I knew they were dating but that didn’t mean he had to laugh when she acted like a total bitch. I could tell tears were going to form in my eyes any second and I didn’t want to give neither Joe nor Bridgit the satisfaction of this event so I sprang up and ran out the sliding door back to where Nick, Demi, and Beck were. The three of them were laughing hysterically at something and when they felt my presence, they turned to look at me. When they saw tears forming, they stopped laughing and Demi ran over to me and hugged me. “What’s wrong?” She whispered in my ear. “J-j-joe b-b-broke his p-p-promise to meeeee.” I said in between sobs. Demi and Nick automatically looked at each other and now had angry looks on their faces. Demi walked me over to one of the lounging chairs on Nick’s deck and she and Nick flew inside the house. I was curious about what was going on and I could tell Beck was too. Beck picked me up and carried me into the house with him. I assumed everyone was going to be upstairs and in Joe’s room. A room I hadn’t been in since the time I came crying to him three years ago. The same day we renewed our promise. I heard screaming coming from Joe’s room and tightened my grip on Beck’s shirt. Beck went to open the door but we were beat to it. When we opened it we saw Bridgit, who looked furious. She yelled some obscure things at Joe before storming off down the steps. Beck placed me down and shot Joe a look. Joe looked over at me and frowned. He motioned to me with his index finger telling me to go inside his room. I looked at Beck for backup and he nodded his head and pointed to the floor. Which meant he would be right there if I needed him. Slowly, I went into Joe’s room and heard his door shut and lock. He paced around the room, which meant he was nervous. Then he did the one thing I hated most, he sat down next to me, took both of my hands in his, and looked directly into my eyes. I forced myself to look away otherwise I might crack. “Miles, baby, please look at me.” When I didn’t do anything, Joe took his left hand and gently picked up my
chin with it. I now had no choice but to look into those light brown wonders. “I know you’re mad but please talk to me.” Joe begged. “You broke your promise to me.” I said coldly. Joe let out a chuckle and I shot him the dirtiest look I’ve ever given. “Miley, I could never break a promise to you. After Bridgit tripped you, I took her up here and told her off. She asked me why I was being such a baby and defending a loser. When she said that, I told her she was a dumb slut and if she knew what was best for her, she would never say anything bad about you ever again. She didn’t like it very much but what got her even more was when I broke up with her.” I took in his words and slightly smiled. He broke up with the girl he loved because of little me. When Joe saw my smile, he smiled back at me. “I’m happy to see that smile on your face, Smiles.” “I’m happy to be smiling like this again, Smoseph. I haven’t smiled this big since the last time we renewed our promise to each other.” Joe looked at me and stuck out his pinky. I did the same. “I, Joseph Jonas, promise to always look out for and protect you, Miley Ray Cyrus, no matter what. If someone hurts you, I will hurt them back, ten times harder than they could ever expect.” I wasn’t sure if I should trust him but everyone deserves a second chance, right? I thought so.
Twelve years later:
Today is really the day. A day I knew was coming but never thought it would arrive. I do a final check in the mirror and smile at the woman staring back at me. She looks beautiful in a white gown and her naturally curly hair had been curled again with a curling iron to give it a different look. A silver tiara was on her head and resting under the tiara was a veil which covered her face. A knock on the door signals that it’s show time. I pick up my dress and carefully walk out the door. I stand in the back of the Church and wait with my dad, who is crying. The organist begins playing “Here Comes the Bride” and I look over to my father. We both nod and begin our walk. All eyes are on my bridal party and then me. I don’t make eye contact with any of them though. Nope, my focus is on the man waiting for me. When I get to the Altar, my dad steps away from me and smiles. I know this is a hard day for him because it’s a time when daddy’s “little” girl is preparing to go out and start a family on her own. He trusts this man though and knows he will take good care of me. I take my place next to my fiancée and wait.
The ceremony goes quickly and it is now time for the vows which will be followed by the exchanging of the rings. Then, it will be official. I am up first. I feel the butterflies in my stomach but choose to ignore it and repeat the words of the Priest. “I, Miley Cyrus, take you, Joe Jonas, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life now and whatever comes after it.” I slipped the ring I had spent forever picking out onto his finger.
Joe was up next. “I, Joe Jonas, take you, Miley Cyrus, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life now and whatever comes after it.” He then slipped the most beautiful silver ring onto my finger. The priest made it official and said the words every couple longs to hear on their wedding day. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” We followed his words and shared a simple yet sweet kiss. The people in the pews clapped in excitement but we knew it wasn’t official yet. There was one more thing we had to do. While everyone was focused on clapping, I turned to Joe and he turned to me. I held up my pinky and he did the same. “I, Joseph Jonas, promise you, Miley Cyrus, that I will love you forever. When something is wrong, I will do anything possible to make
it right. And if someone does anything to hurt you, I will hurt them back…twenty times as hard.” Now it was my turn. “I, Miley Cyrus, promise you, Joseph Jonas, that I will love you forever. If you ever need me, I will be there in a heartbeat. I also promise I will be the best wife this world has ever seen and give you the best family ever.” Joe smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. We then locked pinkies and it was official, what we had just said to each other was now sealed with a pinky promise.