Jason's POV
I found myself aimlessly looking at my Instagram feed, its what I suddenly tend to do anytime I am bored. Technically, it's just a bunch of pictures Miley had posted. She is the only person I follow, aside from Calvin who doesn't really count, and the only person who follows me.
I know; I am lame. It's not my fault I have a pointless Instagram account. Miley is the one who made me get it and I feel awkward using it but it seems that I don't have a choice. I am so lame that I got notifications anytime Miley posted anything but I didn't tell her that. It is easy for me to like one of her posts and it goes unnoticed. At least, I think it is unnoticed. God, if she knew that I got alerts when she posted she would think I'm a creep.
Considering I can't seem to tell Miley 'no', I might as well post a selfie. I didn't know exactly what to do so I just took a picture and made it look black and white before posting it. I hadn't even seen Miley since we got back from filming. She hasn't really needed me for much of anything and I was feeling lonely. It wasn't long before my phone buzzed pulling me out of lame thoughts.
Instagram sent me a notification showing me that Miley liked my picture. I laughed to myself and then realized how much of an idiot I am. Not long after that, Miley texted me. Was it strange that I was happy?
Miley: Nice photography skills.
Jason: Thanks...?
Miley: I'll have to teach you the proper way to take a selfie.
Jason: I guess.
I don't exactly know how to carry on a conversation with her. With other girls, I had a game, but when it came to Miley I don't have anything.
I found my pathetic self downloading Twitter. I knew Miley was going to make me it eventually so I might as well beat her to the punch. I created an account with the same username as my Instagram: @bodyguardjason.
I made my page private and uploaded the selfie I just took of myself as the profile picture. Even though I wasn't sure what I was doing it seemed to look okay.
I decided to follow Miley knowing that she probably wouldn't even notice, hopefully.
Miley: Did you get a Twitter?
Jason: Damn, are you stalking me?
Miley: No.
I checked the app and saw the Miley had requested to follow me and, of course, I accepted. God, I am so lame.
Miley: Just so you know, you are the worst at texting.
Jason: Thanks?
Miley: Do you even know how to carry on a conversation.
Jason: Don't you have something to do?
Miley: If you actually had memorized my schedule, you would know that I am not doing ANYTHING.
Jason: Don't you have friends?
Miley: Yeah.
Jason: k
Miley: Oh my god. Seriously? You sent me 'k'?
Jason: Sorry
Miley: What are you doing?
Jason: Texting you
Miley: Don't you have any friends?
Jason: Some
Miley: Wow. Good talk.
Jason: Wait.
Miley: ...
Jason: What are you doing?
Miley: Nothing! Just bored out of my mind trying to talk to the worst conversationalist that ever lived.
Jason: You seem grumpy.
Miley: I blame mother nature.
Jason: Oh.
Miley: Ugh!
Jason: What's wrong?
Miley: I hate boys.
Jason: Explain?
Miley: I was supposed to hang out with Patrick but he found out about my period and suddenly doesn't want to come over. All he wanted was sex.
Jason: I'm sorry. I can beat him up if you want?
Miley: No.
Jason: Why not?
Miley: Because you might get arrested and then I would have to get a new bodyguard.
Jason: That would suck.
Miley: Bye.
Jason: Wait.
Miley: Why?
Jason: We can hang out.
Miley: Really?
Jason: If you want.
Miley: Please! Go get some movies and snacks and come over!
Jason: k
Jason: I mean, okay?
Miley: Good boy.
