Unexpected

35

Miley's POV

  I attended the meeting downstairs while Justin refused to and decided that laying down was a better choice. I didn't argue with him on it, although I wish his attitude about everything would turn around. Where has all of this came from? It had me kind of worried.
  "Miley," Scooter said while standing next to me,"Are you good?"
  I notice that I am the only one still sitting. Everyone has left the room except for Scooter and me. I guess I zoned out.
  "Um," I say, trying to recollect my thoughts,"yeah...yeah I'm good."
  I stand up and tuck my hair behind my ears. I let out a heavy sigh, and I give Scooter a light smile.
  "Are you sure? You seemed kind of out of it during the meeting," Scooter states.
  "Was I really? I'm so sorry," I say.
  "I just need to know what's going on, don't apologize."
  He looks at me, truly concerned. He probably figures that it has something to do with Justin which would be even more concerning because of the fact that since he's not being himself.
"Justin just...he's being weird," I state.
"I've noticed, too," Scooter murmurs.
"Do you think he would just leave us?" I question, my voice quiet.
Scooter looks confused by my question. He glances at the stairs, and back at me. He lets out a deep breath.
"Why?" He asks.
"He just...he mentioned it to me but I told him that we can't," I answer.
Scooter looks upset at what I had just said. He sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
"I don't know anymore," he mumbles,"you should probably get some rest."
I nod and don't say anything else to him. Him being unsure saddens me. I don't know if any of us are sure anymore. I head upstairs and into the bedroom. When I open the door, it reveals a dark room. The television is on, shining it's dim light on the bed. Justin is asleep, and I can't help but smile at the sight. He's truly so cute. I take off my clothes so that the only thing I'm wearing is my panties. I grab one of Justin's tshirts from his dresser and pull it over my head. I walk over to my side of the bed, and crawl under the blanket next to Justin.
  "Hey," I hear him quietly say as he turns to face me.
  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I apologize.
  He locks his eyes with mine and doesn't say anything for a little bit. His hand finds my lower back, and he pulls me close. His hand creeps under my shirt, and his warm touch sends chills through out my body as his fingers slowly and softly drag across my back.
  "You didn't," he murmurs.
  I study his face and I can't quite make out his emotion because it's dark. From what I do see he looks upset. I place a hand on the back of his neck, and my fingers mess with some of his hair. He closes his eyes as I do so.
  "Hey," I say.
  "Hm," he replies, opening up his eyes.
  "Are you okay?" I ask.
  His eyes say no, but he gives me a small smile and nods to the best of his ability. He pulls me as close to him as he can, and he places a soft kiss on my forehead.
  "Yeah, I'm fine," he murmurs.
  "Don't lie to me," I order immediately.
  "I'm not," he says into my head, placing a kiss on it now.
  I'm bothered because I know that he is. Doesn't he know that I could read him well?
  "Do you still love me?" I ask.
He pushes himself up and looks down at me. He looks confused at my question.
"What?" He asks.
  "Do you-"
  "How the hell can you question my love for you?" He starts to sound angry.
  "You've just been acting different," I murmur.
  He places his face in his hands, and shakes his head. He lets out a sigh, and removes his hands from his face. He looks back down at me, and it's hard for me to read how he is feeling. He gets out of bed, and motions for me to come to him. I just look over at him as he stands next to the bed.
  "Come here," he says quietly.
  Knowing that I upset him, I crawl out of bed and walk over to him. I stand in front of him, and make eye contact with him. He moves his hand to my hair, and tucks a strand behind my ear. He places his hand on my cheek, and leans in to softly place a kiss on my lips. I kiss back, not wanting him to remove his lips from mine. He does though.
  "I do love you," he says,"If I didn't love you I wouldn't be here right now."
  I immediately think of how he told me that he wanted to kill himself. I frown at the thought. His thumb skims my cheek.
  "I'm here though. I'm alive and I'm in love with you. Don't ever question that for a second, okay?"
  I nod in reply, and every part of me starts to get emotional. Why did I question it? I love him so damn much.
  "I know everything has been hard. I know that I've fucked up your life. I know that this isn't how you would have never expected your life to even be like this. I know that you love me, though, and I know that right now you're probably thinking about interrupting me to tell me that this was all worth it; but right now I just need you to listen, no interruptions. Alright?"
It has been all worth it. I nod in reply, and wait for him to go on.
  "I know I've been acting different, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. I've just been doing a lot of thinking, and this just isn't where I want to be anymore. I want us to be done with this shit for good, but the shitty thing about the business is it feels so fucking impossible to leave. I'm done with it though. I don't want you getting involved, and I don't want us to get deeper into this.
  Miley, I know you said we can't leave but the more that I think about it the more I want to. I want to go away with you and start an actual life with you. That's all that I want. We can do it if you would just say yes to me. I have money. I have a place we can go to. I have it all planned out. The only thing that I don't have is you."
  His hands are holding mine now, and his eyes never leave mine. I try to think of something to say back, but I feel like I can't speak. He breaks the eye contact and looks down at our hands. His thumb skims across my knuckles before he gives my hands a squeeze. He looks back up at me and wets his lips before speaking again.
  "Close your eyes," he orders in a soft voice.
  "Why?" I ask.
  "Please."
  I let out a deep breath, and I close my eyes like he asks me to.
  "Think back to the first time you met me," he says.
  I do as he asks, and I visualize the high school Justin in his varsity jacket. I smile at the thought of him showing me to my class.
  "What did that encounter mean to you at the time?" He questions.
  "Nothing I guess, besides for the fact that being around you made Selena hate me," I shrug, my eyes still closed.
  I can hear him chuckle at my comment. I smile at the sound of his quiet laugh.
  "To me, that was everything. I knew you were special as soon as I saw you. You're the reason I felt emotion again," he reminds me.
  "Think back to the first time we hung out," he orders.
  I remember running into him at the store. I remember him coming over and keeping me company. I remember him and I getting high. I remember innocently falling asleep with him.
  "You running into me was not an accident by the way," he informs me.
  "What did you do, follow me?" I tease.
  "Yeah, I actually did," he laughed a little.
  I open my eyes and my mouth drops open. I see him watching me with a huge grin on his face.
  "Justin!!! You weirdo!!!" I laugh.
  "Okay, best thing I've ever decided to do. Close your eyes, you're supposed to be reliving these moments, babe," he laughs.
  I roll my eye before closing them again. I still wear a smile on my face, amused by the new information.
  "I have something to confess, too," I say.
  "What?" He asks, sounding intrigued by this.
  "The day after we hung out for the first time I fell asleep at school and...I had a dirty dream with you in it," I confess.
  I hear his laugh, and I giggle.
  "Oh baby, you don't have to dream about that anymore though," he says, probably wearing a smirk on his face. "Okay, think back to our first kiss," he orders.
  Justin came over to my house while I was in the shower. After my shower he and I laid in my bed and talked. He told me to do what I wanted. I got on top of him and we made out. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me.
  I start to get butterflies just at the thought of it all. I bite my lip, and smile at it.
  "You left me right after," I remind him.
  "Yeah, I had druggy business to take care of. Not the point. What was our first kiss to you then?"
  "I just remember being really attracted to you and I liked it a lot but I was confused because I thought that you just wanted to be friends," I explain.
  "That kiss was confirmation for me. When our lips touched for the first time I felt...everything. It was like a rush through me. Fucking crazy, I knew you had to be mine," he says.
  My heart beats fast at his words. The butterflies come back, and I don't know why. Hearing his feelings during the beginning of our relationship is so...so...crazy considering the fact that I didn't know that he felt that way at the time.
  "Think back to our first fight," he says.
  "Oh my god...Yeah, when you weren't doing things for your parents and I saw you having a blast in the club," I say immediately with annoyance laced through out my voice.
  "Same fucking night as the kiss, crazy huh?" He says.
  "I was so pissed. You acted like you didn't like me and said we weren't anything. Oh my goodness, pissed."
"Hey, it was really hard getting out of that one. But remember I took you to the most romantic restaurant?"
"McDonalds," I laugh.
"Then my house," he says.
"Yeah, I remember it all."
"What was it to you at the time?" He questions.
"Um, I thought it was the end of us. You actually had me so confused that whole day."
"Well, it made me realize how hard it was going to be when we were eventually going to get together--yes I had the mind set that we would be together--because you didn't know about my actual life. Speaking of that, I want you to think back on the day that you found out about who I really am."
I remember that I went to a bonfire with Linds and Jake and Justin came to get me. He took me to Canada. We stayed. Then the next day I saw that he had killed someone on the television. I was furious and I was scared.
"I didn't want to be around you at all. I was scared to be around you, and I was angry but I was also sad," I frown.
I feel him give my hands a squeeze.
"I didn't know what to do, it was a disappointing moment for me, too," he says. "Alright, big jump from all of that. Think back to when we had sex for the first time."
  I think back on the perfect day that it was. He was so happy. He had all of these cute things planned for us. What a good day that was. I smiled at the memory.
  "That was probably one of the best days of my life," I smile,"and not just because we had sex."
  "I know, baby, that was one of the best days of my life, too," he says.
  "What's the point of this?" I ask.
  "How do these memories make you feel?" He questions.
  "Happy."
  "We've been through a lot, and I don't really want to look back on the bad times but I want to thank you for sticking by my side during it all. I want to thank you for loving me."
  "Thank you for doing the same baby."
  I felt him remove his hands from mine, but I kept my eyes closed. I figured he would tell me when to open them.
  "I can't go a day without thinking about how lucky I am to have you. I know things are hard now, and I know I've been acting different but my love for you only grows stronger and stronger every day. I'm not sure what the future holds, but all that I know is that I want you in it. Open your eyes."
  I do as he says. I look down and see Justin down on one knee, holding a small box in his hand that is open and revealing a ring. I bring my hands to my mouth, and my heart beats fast.
  "I know that a lot of people wait longer. I know that we're still young. I know that everything is crazy right now. I also know that I love you, and you're all that I want. Miley, will you marry me?"
  I can't speak. Nothing will come out. Tears unexpectedly fall from my eyes. I nod my head in reply, and somehow I am able to squeak out a "yes".
  Justin gets up from the ground, and brings me into his embrace. He places his lips on mine, giving me a long and meaningful kiss.
  "Yes, yes, yes," I repeat.
  "I love you," he says.
  "I love you" I cry.
  I think that this is now the best day of my life.