Chapter One [Miley, the girl next door]
Dear Journal,
I was outside, mowing the lawn today when her silver BMW pulled up into the driveway next door. She wasn’t alone though. Her posse of snotty and extremely stuck up friends was with her. It was clear from all the bags that came out of the car that they had just finished shopping at the mall. That was her favorite place to hang out, or so it seemed judging by all of her Facebook statuses and Tweets about how she would be hanging out there. Almost always, I had a temptation to comment back and ask her to meet up so we could hang out but I could never pull through with the courage to do it because I knew if I went to meet up with her, we wouldn’t be alone. Her clique of friends would be there and it wasn’t easy to get along with her friends, they’re all a bunch of stuck up brats. I don’t even know why Miley hangs out with them. She’s nothing like them, she’s way too nice and way more beautiful than all of them. But for some odd reason, she surrounded herself with bad people. And her boyfriend was probably the worst person she hung around. God, I couldn’t stand him! He was such a jerk and thought he was better than everyone else. And it was obvious he wasn’t being faithful to Miley. Nope, he sneaks around her back with one of Miley’s “best friends,” Demi. I really wanted to tell her what was going on but it was no use, she wouldn’t believe me. Justin, her boyfriend, would convince her that I was just some jealous freak and was making things up to try and tear them apart. So I just kept his little secret to myself.
It was hard to focus on mowing the lawn when I knew the most beautiful girl in the entire school, no, city, no, state, no… World, was right next door to me, in her room with her friends. All I needed to do was go up to my room and peer through the blind, then I’d have perfect access as to what was going on inside her world. But that was creepy, so I didn’t do it. Instead, I did what I had to do so I could go inside and get out of the beating hot sun. I had one little spot of grass left and just as I was about to mow over it when I heard laughter coming from the outside of Miley’s house. Peering over my shoulder, I saw her clique of friends and her pulling out lawn chairs and placing them in her driveway. Oh God, of all the times in the world to lounge out and tan, did they have to pick right when I was doing hard labor?! Determined to finish and get the hell out of there, I zoomed through and finished the lawn. Everything was going great until I tripped over my freaking shoelace and was now right on top
of the ground. I looked up, hoping Miley didn’t see my little spastic moment but, of course, she did. She got up from her chair and ran over to me. “Oh my God, are you okay?!”
I was outside, mowing the lawn today when her silver BMW pulled up into the driveway next door. She wasn’t alone though. Her posse of snotty and extremely stuck up friends was with her. It was clear from all the bags that came out of the car that they had just finished shopping at the mall. That was her favorite place to hang out, or so it seemed judging by all of her Facebook statuses and Tweets about how she would be hanging out there. Almost always, I had a temptation to comment back and ask her to meet up so we could hang out but I could never pull through with the courage to do it because I knew if I went to meet up with her, we wouldn’t be alone. Her clique of friends would be there and it wasn’t easy to get along with her friends, they’re all a bunch of stuck up brats. I don’t even know why Miley hangs out with them. She’s nothing like them, she’s way too nice and way more beautiful than all of them. But for some odd reason, she surrounded herself with bad people. And her boyfriend was probably the worst person she hung around. God, I couldn’t stand him! He was such a jerk and thought he was better than everyone else. And it was obvious he wasn’t being faithful to Miley. Nope, he sneaks around her back with one of Miley’s “best friends,” Demi. I really wanted to tell her what was going on but it was no use, she wouldn’t believe me. Justin, her boyfriend, would convince her that I was just some jealous freak and was making things up to try and tear them apart. So I just kept his little secret to myself.
It was hard to focus on mowing the lawn when I knew the most beautiful girl in the entire school, no, city, no, state, no… World, was right next door to me, in her room with her friends. All I needed to do was go up to my room and peer through the blind, then I’d have perfect access as to what was going on inside her world. But that was creepy, so I didn’t do it. Instead, I did what I had to do so I could go inside and get out of the beating hot sun. I had one little spot of grass left and just as I was about to mow over it when I heard laughter coming from the outside of Miley’s house. Peering over my shoulder, I saw her clique of friends and her pulling out lawn chairs and placing them in her driveway. Oh God, of all the times in the world to lounge out and tan, did they have to pick right when I was doing hard labor?! Determined to finish and get the hell out of there, I zoomed through and finished the lawn. Everything was going great until I tripped over my freaking shoelace and was now right on top
of the ground. I looked up, hoping Miley didn’t see my little spastic moment but, of course, she did. She got up from her chair and ran over to me. “Oh my God, are you okay?!”
Chapter Two [Awaking in an unfamiliar place]
When I woke up, I didn’t recognize a single thing around me. I was lying down, but not in my bed. Instead, I was in… a girl’s room. It was easy to tell from the pink walls, stuffed animals everywhere, the dresser, which had tons of makeup and perfumes on top of it, and mostly from all the posters of shirtless guys. There was zac Efron, Alex Gaskarth, Channing Tatum, Liam Tomlinson, Liam Payne, and Harry Styles, just to name a few. I remembered this, I’d been here before but I couldn’t remember when or why. All I could remember was that my head was killing me and it hurt to move. Curious to see more, I forced myself to get up and stand on my feet. Once I did that, the pain slowly went away and it didn’t hurt nearly as much as when I was lying down. I began to explore and look at some of the things around me. Nothing was really out of the ordinary or super special but there was one thing that caught my eye, a journal that had a bunch of pictures on the front of it. I made my way towards the desk, where the journal was placed, and looked at each picture and noticed something… I was in one of these pictures. No, wait… I was in a bunch of pictures on the front. Whose room was this and why did they have a journal with a bunch of pictures of me on it? Dying to know more, I reached out and just as I was about to pick up the journal, the bedroom door open and I froze.
My pulse was racing when I heard a gasp and turned around to see Miley standing in the doorway. “Were you going through my stuff?!” She shouted. I removed my hand from the desk and shook my head. It was obvious she didn’t believe me. She pushed past me, grabbed the diary off the desk, then pointed towards the door. “Get out. Now!” She spoke through gritted teeth and I knew she thought that I really invaded her privacy, but I didn’t. I wanted to but I wouldn’t allow myself to violate the privacy of the girl I love. And as much as I wanted to stay and explain to her what really happened, I didn’t want to piss her off even more. So I lowered my head, and walked out the door, only being able to whisper, “I’m so sorry, Miley,” before walking out of the room and over to my house.
My pulse was racing when I heard a gasp and turned around to see Miley standing in the doorway. “Were you going through my stuff?!” She shouted. I removed my hand from the desk and shook my head. It was obvious she didn’t believe me. She pushed past me, grabbed the diary off the desk, then pointed towards the door. “Get out. Now!” She spoke through gritted teeth and I knew she thought that I really invaded her privacy, but I didn’t. I wanted to but I wouldn’t allow myself to violate the privacy of the girl I love. And as much as I wanted to stay and explain to her what really happened, I didn’t want to piss her off even more. So I lowered my head, and walked out the door, only being able to whisper, “I’m so sorry, Miley,” before walking out of the room and over to my house.
Chapter Three [What can I do to show you I'm sorry?]
Dear Journal,
It’s been a month since Miley caught me “snooping” through her stuff and she hasn’t spoken to me since. I’ve tried to make eye contact with her during school, but she always diverts it. I’ve tried sending her messages on Facebook, but she doesn’t respond. And I’ve even tried to hang out with her friends, but they just walk away whenever I get close to them. Nothing was working though and I was beginning to think that any chance I had of getting closer to Miley was blown. My friends were beginning to get worried about me. I’d been acting sad and quiet lately, that my best friends, Taylor and Emily were forcing me to spend the long weekend at Taylor’s house so we could have a Miley free bonding experience. To be honest, I wasn’t too crazy about the idea but I knew they were trying to make me feel better and I didn’t want to shoot down their nice attempts at cheering me up so I just went with it. They’ll be here in about an hour and as much as I love you, I’ll have to leave you behind because I don’t want to risk them finding you and making fun of me for having a journal. But I promise, as soon as I get home, I’ll fill your pages with details of every single thing that happened.
To my surprise, I was having much more fun than I thought and Miley began to fade away from my mind as time went on. It felt great to hang out with my two best friends in the whole world and just do fun stuff together. We were sitting on Taylor’s couch, he and Emily were cuddled up into each other and being all lovey-dovey, while watching “The Titanic.” I wasn’t too crazy about this movie, but it was the only thing on. All was going well and the movie wasn’t making me too upset… until the end. Everyone knows how this movie ends so I won’t even bother going into detail but when it got to that one part where everyone, no matter how many times they’ve seen it, starts crying, I just lost it. That was the breaking point for me where I realized how much I missed Miley, even though we were never dating and I’m pretty sure she had no feelings for me whatsoever but a guy can dream, right? I tried my best to contain my tears but apparently I wasn’t doing a good job because the movie got shut off and Taylor and Emily surrounded me and just held me while I cried.
They brought me up to Taylor’s room and we sat in a triangle, having a heart-to-heart about what was going on. After listening to what I had to say, Taylor spoke. “Joe, man, I’m not going to lie to you. At first, I thought your crush on Miley was stupid and a waste of your time but now, listening to what you have to say, I know that my opinion was way off. It’s obvious that you care about her… a lot. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to
make sure she feels the same way about you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, but it’s going to happen, trust me.” Emily nodded her head and rubbed my back. “Same here. We won’t rest until you and Miley are dating.” It was so great to have their support but I was probably the most shy person ever so I wasn’t sure how they were going to make this work. “Thanks guys, it means a lot to me. But just one question… You know I’m a really shy person so what do you propose I do to work up the courage to talk to Miley and try to get her to listen to me? She’s made it clear she wants nothing to do with me, so what should I do?” There was a brief silence followed by Taylor and Emily looking at each other, and gasping. Then, simultaneously, they spoke. “I HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA. FOLLOW ME!”
It’s been a month since Miley caught me “snooping” through her stuff and she hasn’t spoken to me since. I’ve tried to make eye contact with her during school, but she always diverts it. I’ve tried sending her messages on Facebook, but she doesn’t respond. And I’ve even tried to hang out with her friends, but they just walk away whenever I get close to them. Nothing was working though and I was beginning to think that any chance I had of getting closer to Miley was blown. My friends were beginning to get worried about me. I’d been acting sad and quiet lately, that my best friends, Taylor and Emily were forcing me to spend the long weekend at Taylor’s house so we could have a Miley free bonding experience. To be honest, I wasn’t too crazy about the idea but I knew they were trying to make me feel better and I didn’t want to shoot down their nice attempts at cheering me up so I just went with it. They’ll be here in about an hour and as much as I love you, I’ll have to leave you behind because I don’t want to risk them finding you and making fun of me for having a journal. But I promise, as soon as I get home, I’ll fill your pages with details of every single thing that happened.
To my surprise, I was having much more fun than I thought and Miley began to fade away from my mind as time went on. It felt great to hang out with my two best friends in the whole world and just do fun stuff together. We were sitting on Taylor’s couch, he and Emily were cuddled up into each other and being all lovey-dovey, while watching “The Titanic.” I wasn’t too crazy about this movie, but it was the only thing on. All was going well and the movie wasn’t making me too upset… until the end. Everyone knows how this movie ends so I won’t even bother going into detail but when it got to that one part where everyone, no matter how many times they’ve seen it, starts crying, I just lost it. That was the breaking point for me where I realized how much I missed Miley, even though we were never dating and I’m pretty sure she had no feelings for me whatsoever but a guy can dream, right? I tried my best to contain my tears but apparently I wasn’t doing a good job because the movie got shut off and Taylor and Emily surrounded me and just held me while I cried.
They brought me up to Taylor’s room and we sat in a triangle, having a heart-to-heart about what was going on. After listening to what I had to say, Taylor spoke. “Joe, man, I’m not going to lie to you. At first, I thought your crush on Miley was stupid and a waste of your time but now, listening to what you have to say, I know that my opinion was way off. It’s obvious that you care about her… a lot. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to
make sure she feels the same way about you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, but it’s going to happen, trust me.” Emily nodded her head and rubbed my back. “Same here. We won’t rest until you and Miley are dating.” It was so great to have their support but I was probably the most shy person ever so I wasn’t sure how they were going to make this work. “Thanks guys, it means a lot to me. But just one question… You know I’m a really shy person so what do you propose I do to work up the courage to talk to Miley and try to get her to listen to me? She’s made it clear she wants nothing to do with me, so what should I do?” There was a brief silence followed by Taylor and Emily looking at each other, and gasping. Then, simultaneously, they spoke. “I HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA. FOLLOW ME!”
Chapter Four [Make It Right]
Taylor and Emily rushed me to the mall and immediately commenced operation “Make Joe a total hottie.” Emily came up with the name which I found slightly offensive, but whatever. “Come on Joe. We’ve got your new clothes, now we just need to find the perfect hairstyle for you and then we should be good.” There
was a hint of excitement in Emily’s voice, it was kind of cute. “Babe, it’s great that you want to help out Joe, but calm down just a little bit.” “Sorry!” She whispered yelled and Taylor and I started laughing. She was so funny sometimes, even if she didn’t mean to be.
*They go to get Joe’s hair cut and then Emily and Taylor leave so Joe’s just walking around by himself.*
It had been a long day and I had worked up an appetite so I decided to go get a quick bite to eat since I had an hour until the next bus would arrive. Making my way to the food court, I decided to go to the bathroom to wash my hands. After I finished washing up, I walked out and heard yelling and crying coming from the family bathroom. Instantly, I recognized the crying and knew something bad was happening. I ran to the bathroom and peered inside to see Justin repeatedly slapping Miley in the face. She looked so helpless and weak, like she was about to collapse at any given moment. And that’s exactly what happened, she fell right on the bathroom floor and didn’t move. I figured that Justin would walk out and leave her there by herself, but he didn’t. Nope, instead, he started kicking her and yelling at her. “GET UP, YOU FILTHY WHORE! I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!” His kicks got stronger and quicker but she still didn’t respond. I had seen enough and ran through the door. “Get away from her.” I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Justin didn’t say anything to me, he just looked down at her and then up at me. “Whatever, man. I’m done with that bitch. Good luck with her, she won’t put out.” And with that, he walked away leaving me and a very hurt Miley on our own.
was a hint of excitement in Emily’s voice, it was kind of cute. “Babe, it’s great that you want to help out Joe, but calm down just a little bit.” “Sorry!” She whispered yelled and Taylor and I started laughing. She was so funny sometimes, even if she didn’t mean to be.
*They go to get Joe’s hair cut and then Emily and Taylor leave so Joe’s just walking around by himself.*
It had been a long day and I had worked up an appetite so I decided to go get a quick bite to eat since I had an hour until the next bus would arrive. Making my way to the food court, I decided to go to the bathroom to wash my hands. After I finished washing up, I walked out and heard yelling and crying coming from the family bathroom. Instantly, I recognized the crying and knew something bad was happening. I ran to the bathroom and peered inside to see Justin repeatedly slapping Miley in the face. She looked so helpless and weak, like she was about to collapse at any given moment. And that’s exactly what happened, she fell right on the bathroom floor and didn’t move. I figured that Justin would walk out and leave her there by herself, but he didn’t. Nope, instead, he started kicking her and yelling at her. “GET UP, YOU FILTHY WHORE! I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!” His kicks got stronger and quicker but she still didn’t respond. I had seen enough and ran through the door. “Get away from her.” I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Justin didn’t say anything to me, he just looked down at her and then up at me. “Whatever, man. I’m done with that bitch. Good luck with her, she won’t put out.” And with that, he walked away leaving me and a very hurt Miley on our own.
Chapter Five [Critical]
Dear Journal,
I’m sitting here, in a hospital room, while Miley sleeps. She looks so calm and peaceful; none of the pain that was on here face before can be detected right now. I feel kind of creepy just watching her sleep, but I refuse to leave her alone. Especially not when her parents are away for the next three days. So I’ll be taking care of her once she gets out of the hospital.
*Two hours later*
I’m staring out the window, lost in a daze at the beautiful spring day in front of me, when I hear movement coming from Miley’s bed. “W-where am I?” I look over and see Miley slightly sitting up. She looks confused, and sad. Immediately, I wish we could switch roles and it would be me in the hospital. I don’t want to see her in pain. Someone as sweet and genuine as her doesn’t deserve to be put through the abuse that she was, just hours ago. Mindy, Miley’s nurse, walks in the room. “Oh good, you’re up. Would you like me to get you something to eat? According to your friend, you haven’t eaten since this afternoon.” Miley looks at the clock, which hangs on the wall. 6:42 PM. Her eyes widen. “How long have I been here?” Mindy and I both look at each other. It’s clear that she doesn’t remember much. After explaining to Miley what happened, Mindy went to go get her some food and then called me out into the hallway. “As I’m sure you know, Miley’s parents are away on vacation.” I nodded my head and then she continued. “We got in contact with them and they’re not going to be back for at least three weeks. Now I know that Miley will not be in here for
that long, so we need to find a place for her to go once she’s discharged. Do you know of any immediate family that she can possibly stay with until her parents get back?” I think for a minute, before an idea hits me. “Yeah, I know exactly who she can stay with.”
I’m sitting here, in a hospital room, while Miley sleeps. She looks so calm and peaceful; none of the pain that was on here face before can be detected right now. I feel kind of creepy just watching her sleep, but I refuse to leave her alone. Especially not when her parents are away for the next three days. So I’ll be taking care of her once she gets out of the hospital.
*Two hours later*
I’m staring out the window, lost in a daze at the beautiful spring day in front of me, when I hear movement coming from Miley’s bed. “W-where am I?” I look over and see Miley slightly sitting up. She looks confused, and sad. Immediately, I wish we could switch roles and it would be me in the hospital. I don’t want to see her in pain. Someone as sweet and genuine as her doesn’t deserve to be put through the abuse that she was, just hours ago. Mindy, Miley’s nurse, walks in the room. “Oh good, you’re up. Would you like me to get you something to eat? According to your friend, you haven’t eaten since this afternoon.” Miley looks at the clock, which hangs on the wall. 6:42 PM. Her eyes widen. “How long have I been here?” Mindy and I both look at each other. It’s clear that she doesn’t remember much. After explaining to Miley what happened, Mindy went to go get her some food and then called me out into the hallway. “As I’m sure you know, Miley’s parents are away on vacation.” I nodded my head and then she continued. “We got in contact with them and they’re not going to be back for at least three weeks. Now I know that Miley will not be in here for
that long, so we need to find a place for her to go once she’s discharged. Do you know of any immediate family that she can possibly stay with until her parents get back?” I think for a minute, before an idea hits me. “Yeah, I know exactly who she can stay with.”
Chapter Six [Welcome Home]
“On the left is the family bathroom, a little further down the hall from the bathroom is my room, and right across from my room is where you’ll be staying. Both yours and my room have a shared bathroom as well so if you ever need to use the bathroom and I‘m in ours, you’re more than welcome to use the one down the hall.” I tried to speak slowly so Miley could take it all in. Not that she was stupid, or anything, but she had just spent a week in the hospital so I didn’t want to speak too fast for her to understand. She nodded her head. I walked with her to “her room,” and then told her I’d be back in 10 minutes so we could hang out, or do whatever she wanted to. She agreed and I left her alone.
Dear Journal,
Miley’s staying at my house right now because her awful ex-boyfriend abused her and she ended up in the hospital. She’s doing better now and was able to leave, but there’s no one to take care of her so she’s staying here. I’m really hoping this is a good chance for me to talk to her and get her to see how I’m the guy for her. Let’s keep our fingers crossed, shall we? Well I’ve got to go, I’m gonna watch a movie with Miley. I’ll let you know how it goes!
- Joe
I knocked on “Miley’s door,” and waited for her to come open it, or tell me to come in. She didn’t though and I began to get worried. I pulled at the door handle, but it was locked. Trying me best not to panic, I ran to my room and walked to the bathroom door. I knocked and called her name. “Miley, Miley? Are you in here?” When I got no answer, I pulled down the handle and walked inside. I looked around for a second, and my jaw almost hit the
floor.
Dear Journal,
Miley’s staying at my house right now because her awful ex-boyfriend abused her and she ended up in the hospital. She’s doing better now and was able to leave, but there’s no one to take care of her so she’s staying here. I’m really hoping this is a good chance for me to talk to her and get her to see how I’m the guy for her. Let’s keep our fingers crossed, shall we? Well I’ve got to go, I’m gonna watch a movie with Miley. I’ll let you know how it goes!
- Joe
I knocked on “Miley’s door,” and waited for her to come open it, or tell me to come in. She didn’t though and I began to get worried. I pulled at the door handle, but it was locked. Trying me best not to panic, I ran to my room and walked to the bathroom door. I knocked and called her name. “Miley, Miley? Are you in here?” When I got no answer, I pulled down the handle and walked inside. I looked around for a second, and my jaw almost hit the
floor.
Chapter Seven [Unbroken]
Right in front of me, was Miley and she was not wearing any clothes. My jaw didn’t almost drop because she wasn’t wearing any clothes. It dropped because of all the bruises and cuts that were on her body. I knew they were there, but knowing and seeing are two totally different things. “Um…” I stuttered, while I stared at her. She looked at me and giggled. Then she turned around and picked
up my bathrobe and slipped it on herself. “Why don’t I start the bath for you? It seems like you’re having a little trouble getting it started and it might feel nice and relaxing on your body.” She didn’t speak but instead, she nodded her head. I walked over to the tub and started the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot but just right for her to be comfortable. Then I reached into my counter and pulled out bubbles so she could take a nice bubble bath and relax.
After she was settled in, I left her alone to do her business and told her to meet me downstairs once she was done. She agreed, and I made us some popcorn and sat and waited for her. Finally, she came down and we started to watch “Mean Girls” because I knew, firsthand from Miley’s Facebook and Twitter, that that was one of her all time favorite movies. We were halfway through it and Miley just started sobbing. I didn’t know what to do so I paused it, and held her while she cried. “Miles, why are you crying?” She looked up at me, and shrugged. “Because I just realized that I’m a loser and I’m never going to be beautiful. Clearly the only reason Justin wanted to be with me was because he thought I would give in to sex easily and since I refused, that’s why he hit me. And he made me realize how much of a screw up I am. It sucks.” I couldn’t believe the words that just came from her mouth. I picked her head up, and gently rubbed her cheeks. “Hey, don’t say stuff like that. You have tons of friends that love you and love hanging out with you. The fact that you don’t sleep with every guy you date shows you respect yourself, which is amazing considering how people now a days will sleep with ANYONE. And as for your comment about how you’re never going to be beautiful, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” I closed my eyes and began to lean in.
up my bathrobe and slipped it on herself. “Why don’t I start the bath for you? It seems like you’re having a little trouble getting it started and it might feel nice and relaxing on your body.” She didn’t speak but instead, she nodded her head. I walked over to the tub and started the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot but just right for her to be comfortable. Then I reached into my counter and pulled out bubbles so she could take a nice bubble bath and relax.
After she was settled in, I left her alone to do her business and told her to meet me downstairs once she was done. She agreed, and I made us some popcorn and sat and waited for her. Finally, she came down and we started to watch “Mean Girls” because I knew, firsthand from Miley’s Facebook and Twitter, that that was one of her all time favorite movies. We were halfway through it and Miley just started sobbing. I didn’t know what to do so I paused it, and held her while she cried. “Miles, why are you crying?” She looked up at me, and shrugged. “Because I just realized that I’m a loser and I’m never going to be beautiful. Clearly the only reason Justin wanted to be with me was because he thought I would give in to sex easily and since I refused, that’s why he hit me. And he made me realize how much of a screw up I am. It sucks.” I couldn’t believe the words that just came from her mouth. I picked her head up, and gently rubbed her cheeks. “Hey, don’t say stuff like that. You have tons of friends that love you and love hanging out with you. The fact that you don’t sleep with every guy you date shows you respect yourself, which is amazing considering how people now a days will sleep with ANYONE. And as for your comment about how you’re never going to be beautiful, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” I closed my eyes and began to lean in.
Chapter Eight [No regrets, just love]
Surprisingly, when I leaned in, Miley did as well. Our lips even connected for a few minutes and it felt just as I had always dreamed, possibly even better. But, like with everything else, good things must come to an end and our kiss stopped about five minutes later. Miley pulled away and just looked at me. I think both of us were unsure of what to do or say next so we just sat there, looking at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Thankfully my mom came in the house and broke the awkward silence. “Hi kids. I picked up some pizza for you two so feel free to help yourselves, I’ve got to head back to work.” With that, she walked upstairs and started getting ready for her second job - a nurse at the hospital. Moments later, she came back out, in her nurse uniform, kissed me on the cheek, kissed Miley on the head, and went flying out the door. I sprung up from the couch and reached my hand out towards Miley. When she accepted it, I felt sparks and couldn’t help but smile. We each took two slices of pizza, and a bottle of water, before heading back to the living room. I was going to take a bite of my pizza when Miley spoke up. “Joe… When we kissed before… did you feel anything?” I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that question. Should I just come right out and saw how strong my feelings towards her are, or do I play it off?
Chapter Nine [Just in love]
Dear Journal,
Well, you know what they say, the truth shall set you free. Although, I can’t lie to you. I didn’t tell Miley the whole truth. I told her that I did feel something, some sparks, but I didn’t admit to how much I was in love with her. When I asked her how she felt about the kiss, she smiled at me and said “It was sweet. I can honestly say that I haven’t had a kiss like that in a long, long time.” Then, she did something that surprised me even more. She leaned in and kissed me again! But the second kiss was much shorter than the first and
after she pulled away, she looked at me and whispered, “goodnight, Joe” before going upstairs. Oh my goodness, what if she feels the same way about me as I feel about her?!
*The next day*
I got up at 5am, went for a run, and got back to my house for 6. The first thing I did was remove my sweaty shirt off my body and flung it into my room. A nice hot shower was calling my name. I opened the bathroom and saw Miley begin to lift up her shirt. Was I supposed to let her know I was standing here or allow her to continue undressing. It was obvious she had plans to shower before school too and the bathroom we were sharing only had one shower. Miley’s shirt was over her head, but she still had a tank top under it. I cleared my throat before she removed any more clothes and noticed her jump. “Oh, Joe. I didn’t see you there!” I couldn’t help but notice she was staring at my chest. “Do uh, do you need the shower also?” She asked. I nodded my head. “But it’s fine. You go first, I’ll get some breakfast while you’re showering.” I responded. “You sure?” “I insist, Miley. Now go, shower, I’m driving you to school today so we have to be ready in 30 minutes.” I closed the door and walked out. If we keep having all these awkward encounters with each other, I’m going to lose all control.
Well, you know what they say, the truth shall set you free. Although, I can’t lie to you. I didn’t tell Miley the whole truth. I told her that I did feel something, some sparks, but I didn’t admit to how much I was in love with her. When I asked her how she felt about the kiss, she smiled at me and said “It was sweet. I can honestly say that I haven’t had a kiss like that in a long, long time.” Then, she did something that surprised me even more. She leaned in and kissed me again! But the second kiss was much shorter than the first and
after she pulled away, she looked at me and whispered, “goodnight, Joe” before going upstairs. Oh my goodness, what if she feels the same way about me as I feel about her?!
*The next day*
I got up at 5am, went for a run, and got back to my house for 6. The first thing I did was remove my sweaty shirt off my body and flung it into my room. A nice hot shower was calling my name. I opened the bathroom and saw Miley begin to lift up her shirt. Was I supposed to let her know I was standing here or allow her to continue undressing. It was obvious she had plans to shower before school too and the bathroom we were sharing only had one shower. Miley’s shirt was over her head, but she still had a tank top under it. I cleared my throat before she removed any more clothes and noticed her jump. “Oh, Joe. I didn’t see you there!” I couldn’t help but notice she was staring at my chest. “Do uh, do you need the shower also?” She asked. I nodded my head. “But it’s fine. You go first, I’ll get some breakfast while you’re showering.” I responded. “You sure?” “I insist, Miley. Now go, shower, I’m driving you to school today so we have to be ready in 30 minutes.” I closed the door and walked out. If we keep having all these awkward encounters with each other, I’m going to lose all control.
Chapter Ten [Dirty little secret]
The ride to school was uneventful. Both Miley and I stayed pretty quiet the whole time, except for occasional chatter here and there. I parked the car and ran over to Miley’s door so I could open it for her. No lady should have to open a door on her own if there’s a gentleman present. I held out my hand for her and helped her up. “Wow, this is some real VIP treatment.” Miley said, while giggling. “Only the finest for you, my dear.” We both looked at each other and giggled some more. I was feeling really confident and was about to ask Miley if I could walk her to class, but unfortunately, her friends appeared before I had the chance. They whisked her away, leaving me by myself, in the school parking lot.
Thankfully the day came and went and it wasn’t long before I was back in the parking lot, waiting for Miley to exit the building so we could go home. 10 minutes passed, 15, 20.. Miley was nowhere to be found and I was getting really worried. My iPhone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket. “Hey Joe! Taylor (Swift), Demi, and I decided to hit the mall so one of them will bring me home. Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was kind of last minute. I’ll see you at home! ;)” My eyes focused in on the winky face.. Was Miley trying to tell me something? Then, my mind flashed back to the journal I found in her room. The one with pictures of me on it. I hopped in my car and sped home. I had some serious investigating to do.
Thankfully the day came and went and it wasn’t long before I was back in the parking lot, waiting for Miley to exit the building so we could go home. 10 minutes passed, 15, 20.. Miley was nowhere to be found and I was getting really worried. My iPhone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket. “Hey Joe! Taylor (Swift), Demi, and I decided to hit the mall so one of them will bring me home. Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was kind of last minute. I’ll see you at home! ;)” My eyes focused in on the winky face.. Was Miley trying to tell me something? Then, my mind flashed back to the journal I found in her room. The one with pictures of me on it. I hopped in my car and sped home. I had some serious investigating to do.
Chapter Eleven [Give your heart a break]
I wasted no time running inside and going up to Miley’s room. Now, if I was a journal, where would I be? My first instinct was to check under Miley’s pillow, but that seemed to obvious. There had to be someplace else that I could search. But I had to be careful to not tear her room apart, or else she would definitely know that I had gone searching through her stuff and I couldn’t deal with her being mad at me, especially not after last time. I was lucky enough that she forgave me but if I did it a second time and got caught… who knows what our friendship would be like? My eyes wandered all around the room until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little black book peaking out at me from underneath Miley’s bed. Under the bed. Why didn’t I think of that?! Quietly, I walked over to her bed, bent down, and picked up the book. Then, doing a quick look around to make sure I was definitely alone, I turned the book over in my hand and saw all the pictures of me. None of them appeared to be recent. But what I did notice is that they were taken from what appeared to be Miley’s bedroom at her house. For example, there was one of me mowing the lawn. Then there was a couple of me at school and also some of me swimming in my backyard. I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. Maybe if I took a look inside the journal it would do some explaining.
November 23, 2011
Dear Diary,
So today is my 17th birthday. I can’t believe I’m already 17 years old. I don’t feel really different yet, but that’s nothing new. Anyway, when I woke up this morning, mom had flowers and a huge pancake breakfast waiting for me. Seeing all that food in front of me caused my stomach to start churning. I can’t even remember the last time that I ate a real meal. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to. Trust me, if there’s one thing I love, it would be food. But unfortunately, there’s something else I love - Justin Bieber. And because I love him so much, I do whatever he tells me to, including not eating. My mom and dad and my friends are beginning to get worried about me because they see that I’m not eating. I just come up with whatever excuse I can think of. In the morning, when I don’t eat breakfast, I tell my parents that I’m stopping at Dunkin Donuts before school starts. Then at lunch, I tell my friends I had a big breakfast. And for dinner, I tell my parents I had a HUGE lunch and a bunch of snacks. It’s amazing how you can manipulate the people are you to make them think everything is okay and that you’re perfectly healthy when that’s not the case. After “breakfast,” and by breakfast I mean feeding the pancakes to my dogs when mom wasn’t looking, I got dressed for school in a black dress that stopped right above the knee and dark purple boots that went halfway up my calf. Justin didn’t like it when I showed too much skin. He said that it gave other guys the wrong idea and no one else, but him should be thinking about me in that way. God, it was so hard to love him sometimes. He had this power over me and could get me to do anything he wanted. When he was around, it’s like my brain gets shut off and the ability to make my own decisions vanishes. There were definitely many more negatives to dating Justin than there were positives but it wasn’t like I could just end things with him. If I did, and got a new boyfriend, who knows what he would do? I know what I would do though. If I was to be single soon, the very first thing I would do is ask out the guy I’ve had a crush on for years now… Joe Jonas.
“JOE JONAS, ARE YOU READING MY DIARY?!” Oh shit!
QUESTIONS:
1. Uh oh, looks like Joe's busted! What do you think he'll do?
2. How's Miley going to react?
3. What did you think of Miley's journal entry? Kind of depressing, right?
4. I also want to make it clear - I am in no way saying I think Miley is fat. I would KILL to have her body! And also, absolutely no hate towards Justin Bieber. Anything and everything I use in my stories do not in ANY WAY reflect my actual views. I just want to make sure that's clear(:
5. What do you think of me posting the questions on here? Is it easier? Harder? Stupid? Whatever your thoughts may be, I'm curious to know
^^ From now on, I'm going to be putting the questions at the end of every chapter I post because I think it will be more likely to catch people's attention so they'll actually answer my questions and hopefully, it will stop people from being lazy and just ignoring everything that's written in the description box.
November 23, 2011
Dear Diary,
So today is my 17th birthday. I can’t believe I’m already 17 years old. I don’t feel really different yet, but that’s nothing new. Anyway, when I woke up this morning, mom had flowers and a huge pancake breakfast waiting for me. Seeing all that food in front of me caused my stomach to start churning. I can’t even remember the last time that I ate a real meal. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to. Trust me, if there’s one thing I love, it would be food. But unfortunately, there’s something else I love - Justin Bieber. And because I love him so much, I do whatever he tells me to, including not eating. My mom and dad and my friends are beginning to get worried about me because they see that I’m not eating. I just come up with whatever excuse I can think of. In the morning, when I don’t eat breakfast, I tell my parents that I’m stopping at Dunkin Donuts before school starts. Then at lunch, I tell my friends I had a big breakfast. And for dinner, I tell my parents I had a HUGE lunch and a bunch of snacks. It’s amazing how you can manipulate the people are you to make them think everything is okay and that you’re perfectly healthy when that’s not the case. After “breakfast,” and by breakfast I mean feeding the pancakes to my dogs when mom wasn’t looking, I got dressed for school in a black dress that stopped right above the knee and dark purple boots that went halfway up my calf. Justin didn’t like it when I showed too much skin. He said that it gave other guys the wrong idea and no one else, but him should be thinking about me in that way. God, it was so hard to love him sometimes. He had this power over me and could get me to do anything he wanted. When he was around, it’s like my brain gets shut off and the ability to make my own decisions vanishes. There were definitely many more negatives to dating Justin than there were positives but it wasn’t like I could just end things with him. If I did, and got a new boyfriend, who knows what he would do? I know what I would do though. If I was to be single soon, the very first thing I would do is ask out the guy I’ve had a crush on for years now… Joe Jonas.
“JOE JONAS, ARE YOU READING MY DIARY?!” Oh shit!
QUESTIONS:
1. Uh oh, looks like Joe's busted! What do you think he'll do?
2. How's Miley going to react?
3. What did you think of Miley's journal entry? Kind of depressing, right?
4. I also want to make it clear - I am in no way saying I think Miley is fat. I would KILL to have her body! And also, absolutely no hate towards Justin Bieber. Anything and everything I use in my stories do not in ANY WAY reflect my actual views. I just want to make sure that's clear(:
5. What do you think of me posting the questions on here? Is it easier? Harder? Stupid? Whatever your thoughts may be, I'm curious to know
^^ From now on, I'm going to be putting the questions at the end of every chapter I post because I think it will be more likely to catch people's attention so they'll actually answer my questions and hopefully, it will stop people from being lazy and just ignoring everything that's written in the description box.