It's My Spotlight Too (on hold)

Chapter Five: Trying

MILEY'S P.O.V

I was currently finishing up my song. I really needed to get this song done because Scooter was requesting it. My lyrics showed a side of me that needed to be seen.

"Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel, like your nothing, you are perfect to me." I finished up with my lyrics and wrote them down in an email and sent them to Scooter.

Email:

To: Scooter Braun

Message: Just finished the song. Just in need to studio and should be done by next week. Thanks Scoot.

I clicked send and closed my computer as I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. My beautiful nap was interrupted as I sat up to check the door.

"What's up Justin?" I asked yawning and fixing my hair that was just a mess.

"You wanna go out right now? To the movies or dinner?" He asked as he scratched the back of his head and looked at me.

"I mean sure. Just let me get dressed and we'll be on our way." I agreed as I closed the door, but he stopped it with his foot.

"May I step in. I want to wait for you inside," he said quickly as he let himself in.

"Yeah that's fine." I said confused and ignored him as I went looking through my drawers. I pulled out my tight black jeans with my dark grey shirt and my timberlands. I straightened my hair quickly and applied a thin winged eye-liner.

He got the message of me being ready as I stood in front of him and grabbed my hotel key.

He clicked the button for the elevator and we stepped in. I could tell he was scared. He was standing in a corner as he closed his eyes and began to count. The elevator had stopped and I walked out.

"Cars this way." He said as he pointed to the left and guided the way. I don't know if it's just me, but he's acting strange.

He opened up the door as I stepped in and he jogged over to his side.

"Where we going?" I asked while not looking up from my phone.

"Italian. I'm in the mood of some spaghetti," he said as he rolled down his window and put his hand on the edge.

We pulled into the fancy Italian restaurant and I walked out with my Michael Kors bag wrapped around my elbow and my Ray Ban glasses on. Justin took a strong hold of my hand as paparazzi began to huddle us.

"Justin, Miley? You guys on a date?" One of the paparazzi asked, but I ignored him. Justin didn't though. "Yeah, just wanted to show my lady around." We finally made it inside as someone guided us to our table. I sat down confused. I didn't know what to say? I'm his lady?

"What do you want-"
"I'm your lady?" I interrupted him as I was more confused than ever.

"Miley, listen. I only said that because Scooter said I had to make this look real. Plus, I actually want to be with you." Once he said, I began to blush. He wanted to be with me?

"Plus, Scooter said if I dated you for a while, I can go to Hawaii with Selena. Might as well agree to this for her," he said he brought the menu up to his face and my face changed. I was upset. The person who I mostly looked up to, doesn't even look at me the same. He's so selfish.

"What do you want?" He asked as he skimmed the menu.

"To go home." I said whispering.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I'll just get a pizza." I said and closed my menu.

The waitress came and took our orders. I sat down with a mad face and a broken heart. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. If I knew he was such a douche, why didn't I understand he would still be the same?

"Miley? You okay? You look out of thought." He said as he chugged down his Coke.

"Just feeling sick a bit." I shrugged it off and bit my lip.

"Tell me about yourself?" He asked as he leaned back on the seat.

"What do you wanna know?"

"What was your life like before this? Did you always like writing music? Who do you look up to? Have you ever been in love?"

I sat up and cleared my throat.

"My life was never perfect Justin. In 6th grade I suffered with depression and anxiety. I taken to a clinic and left there for 3 months. Then I was diagnosed with bipolar-ness and then I suffered from extreme depression. Writing music was the only way I stood alive. I didn't have friends or a family. My family was always busy. I had to find a way to be happy on my own and music was the answer. Now me writing music is because I look up to the next artist ever. Michael Jackson. Have I ever been in love? I don't believe in love. Love is for the people who are weak and need someone to love them rather then themselves." I finished off and began to drink my Dr. Pepper.

"Wow, and I thought I had it rough." He cleared his throat and began to play with his fingers. "I also suffered like you Miley. I didn't have depression to be honest. I was close though. I was put on anti-depressants and was judged a lot. I felt like this industry put me up at a young age. I felt like an outcast. Being called gay every second of your life is tough. I always feel like I need to have this strong appearance to seem the best."

"The best are strong because they're strong on the inside. Someone who goes out and smokes weed to be happy is nothing but a loser. You think weed is the answer because it makes you feel good, but only for a couple seconds. You need to find something that makes you happy without hurting your health or your family." I advised him as he nodded his head.

"Miley? I'm so sorry I misjudged you. You didn't deserve to be treated like that." He came off his chair and came around to hug me.

The food had arrived so we began to eat as he told jokes and I would laugh at them.

Justin dropped me off at my room and to my surprise he kissed me cheek. I closed the door and to the fact that I didn't even fangirl made me happy. I have to understand that he's only doing this because he wants to be with Selena. There's no doubt about that.

JUSTIN'S P.O.V

My plan is working. She's falling for it. The closer I get to Miley, the closer I am to lyric book. I'm going to steal Miley's songs and I'm going to make her a fool.

I know it's wrong, but I hate her with all my guts.