Miley's p.o.v
"Nick, how are you?" My mother asked as we started eating the desert she had made. It was Key Lime Pie-perfectly sweetened, my favorite.
"I'm good," he nodded with a soft smile. I could read him better than he was aware of. Maybe part of that statement was true, but there was some hurt in his eyes. I feared that it was hurt that I caused him.
"How about your brothers?" My mother asked digging deeper. Nick had been oddly quiet since we had arrived at the house.
"Great," he started. "Kevin and Dani are having a baby. Joe, well, is being Joe." Nick chuckled.
"That's good." My mother nodded with a smile still plastered on her face.
"What have you been up to?" My father asked. Nick was being put on the spot and I wasn't fond of it. But, he seemed to handle it well.
"Nothing much," he shook his head. "I have been writing songs and selling them to different artists. I am thinking about working on producing some stuff. I have a few friends whom have offered to hire me to work on a few albums for some different artists. I mean, that is better than doing nothing." He shrugged. "I am not sure what I am going to do. But, I just don't want to be in the spot light anymore. I'd rather be behind the scenes, I'm way better at that." He laughed lightly.
"You are a great writer, and produce. You will find your itch soon enough." My father said encouraging.
I couldn't help but smile at my father's words. He was right. I knew Nick was a strong man, and an amazing writer. If he isn't in the spot light then he will work better behind the scenes. He has always loved writing and working on different tracks. It was something that he enjoyed and he was able to relax with.
"Thanks," Nick smiled. "I sure hope so." He sighed. "I don't want to just sit around the house all day doing nothing. I want to do something with my life." He shrugged.
I grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed it slightly. I wanted him to be assured that I was here for him, and I always would be.
"Dinner was great, mom." I said after I finished my desert.
"Glad you all enjoyed it," she smiled.
"The boys and I will clean up while the ladies relax." My father said standing up from the table.
"Thanks hun," my mom smiled at dad.
I loved their relationship. Though they have had hard times they have always found each other again. It reminded me of Nick and me.
Nicks words really made me think. I gave up the spot light, so what am I going to do now? Lay around the house? I didn't want that. I wanted to do something with my life. But what? I didn't want to sing again. I didn't want to get on stage again. I want to be in charge of my life for once, but I didn't know what I could do.
I dismissed myself from the table and went upstairs to get a shower. I thought that could help the sudden wild thoughts that flooded my head. I was becoming scared. I knew that I had made the right decision, but what was next for me.
After my shower I got dressed and put my hair up in a bun. I walked back into my bedroom to see Nick sitting on the bed.
"Hey," he said once I entered.
"Hey," I responded.
"Sorry about my parents at dinner. I didn't think that they were going to bombard you with questions." I started as I walked towards the bed he was sitting on.
"Its fine," he shrugged. "They only ask because they care." He reasoned.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Your words made me think about my life and what was next for me." I sighed.
"I know that I made the right decision, but what am I going to do now? I know that I need a break and I need to relax, but what am I going to do after that? Just stay at home and do nothing?" I said placing my head on his shoulder.
"You can do whatever you want." He smiled. "I just want you to be happy." He said kissing the top of my head.
"Yeah," I breathed. "I want you to be happy too." I said looking up at him.
"What about us?" He asked. Our eyes locked and I feared what was about to happen.
"Nick, I don't know." I sighed standing to my feet. "I think that we should just enjoy the rest of this vacation before we have this conversation." I said looking at him.
"Okay," he stood to his feet.
"No matter what, you are my best friend." I said kissing his cheek.
"And you are my best friend." He smiled down at me.
"I'm ready for bed." I laughed stepping away.
"I'll see you in the morning," he smiled before walking out of the room.
I laid down in my bed and feared the thoughts that roamed about my mind. I needed to see where my life was going before I could commit to Nick. I was still fucked up and I didn't want us to be fucked up together. I knew that relationships were never perfect. They were rough around the edges and that was life, but I just couldn't commit to him when I was still distracted and hurt. I wanted to be there for him, I wanted to root for him and watch him succeed.
Sadly, I don't think that there will ever be a right time for us. Maybe that is what hurts the most. We could never have a fairytale because they didn't exist for us, at least not for me.
I didn't want to hurt him and I was tired of hurting myself. Why couldn't things just be simple for us? Why did my head always have to over think every move I make?
My biggest fear was that Nick and I couldn't just be friends. It's not like I don't ever want a relationship with him, but I knew that I wasn't ready yet.
