Publicity

8

Miley's POV

I could still feel Mom's presence in the room after I had told hear to leave, she barged in and asked me to talk and I ignored her until I finally told her to leave, she just wont budge.

I sighed "I'm twenty two, Mom."

"And I'm still your mother," She shot back "I try to not make decisions for you, child, but you just wont see it for yourself; that boy is trouble."

I rolled my eyes, I was sprawled across my bed with my back turned to her, I was too pissed to look at her.

"You cant expect everyone to be a saint, Mom. Isn't that why Nick is obviously your favourite? He's such an angel, huh?" I scoffed.

"Miley, this is not about him. But since you like bringing him up so much I'll tell you one thing about him; he feels really guilty because he thinks this is his fault, he said he wont bring his girlfriend over if you think this is unfair. You've been irresponsible and disobeying my orders and you made him feel like it was all his fault."

"It's not my fault he's such a pet." I spat.

"I don't need to talk about him! Miley, you didn't listen to me and I am furious." She said collectively.

"Didn't I ask you to leave, mom?" I said.

"Didn't I ask you to stop seeing Patrick?"

"Did I fucking ask you to decide who gets to be in my life and who doesn't?!"

"Stop. I don't want to hear another word from you. I always try to give you the best and better than you deserve and if I have to stand here listen to you cussing at me..." She trailed off and her voice slowly weakened "What's the point of threats, love? You just wont listen."

I stayed quiet and didn't respond, I watched her shadow that was lingering on my wall made its exit. I finally felt at ease, but something was tugging on my heart. Have I been too harsh on her? No! She just didn't understand me, and she got so fed up with me and basically left me, as if I was going to think this is all my fault. Just no.

I decided to distract myself and went through my phone, I remembered that I had posted a picture of Nick earlier when I got him high. I chuckled to myself at how easy it is to get him into doing something, I pictured a bunch of people kidnapping him and leading him into a van, telling him they're taking him to host the Tony Awards. So gullible.

Thinking of Nick made me wonder if he's outside right now talking to mom...about me. Mom would probably be apologizing to him on behalf of my behaviour, she shouldn't be. What she should be doing is procrastinate all of this; regret making Nick my bodyguard/babysitter/basically slave because of his irresponsibility--my irresponsibility and his gullibility to trust me, to be fair.

I shook the thought off my head, I should be distracting myself from them. I focused on my phone again, and read the comments on the picture of Nick. A lot of them were calling me a bitch, a bad influence--they always say this whenever I hang out with someone. Lame fuckers.

There were sad comments asking about Olivia like I had seen before that made Nick so sad. I wonder if Olivia had seen this, she was here before--did they talk about it? All I know is that she kissed him goodbye...it was kind of cute, but I hated the fact that Nick didn't seem like he was into it, what an asshole. Olivia deserved better.

I wonder if someone as perfect as Olivia had ever felt rejected by that curly piece of shit. What a downgrade, all these beautiful women feeling less of who they really are all because of men. What does Olivia not have that Nick requires? What is it that made him look so damn uninterested?