Brothers

Chapter 14-Its For The Best

[EDITED]

::Jason McCann::

Its been 3 months since our surgery. Everything's gone great. I have no cancer whatsoever. Justin's been doing good. We go for our weekly checkups every Friday. Justin is back on tour and everything is just going fine. You can't even tell where the surgery was on Justin's head. That's how amazing it is. My hair grew back but I ended it up cutting it short. No more shaggy hair.

"Go long Justin!" I yelled. He ran across the park and I threw the football at him. We've been busy lately so this is our free time. We came to the park. Like Justin said. We didn't go to the park exactly after we got our of the hospital because he still had to go back for checkups and stuff but we did today. Miley hasn't been able to visit me but she sent me tons of get-well baskets filled with all my favorite.

"Caught it!" Justin yelled. I laughed. He sounded like a little kid yelling at his father trying to make him proud. Or better yet. Like a younger brother trying to make his older brother proud. He has. He's gone through so much. He's so strong and he's still going strong. I'll never be disappointed in Justin.

Yes we've learned our lesson coming to the park without body guards is very stupid of us to this time we brought body guards and asked for extra body guards. There was a few fans around us looking at us play but they weren't the annoying kind. Not trying to be mean or anything but fans do get kinda annoying. They respected our wishes.

You can't live with them but you can't live without them. We tossed the football a few times before my mom called us in. "Justin. Jason." She called out. We ran towards the tour bus. We were in Atlanta for the 3 months but as we started touring we traveled on the tour bus and visited other hospitals or have our private doctor come visit us when he can. We were currently in our home town. Ontario. But we sold our house a few years back but we were only staying here for a day so they didn't see the reason in getting a hotel. So were basically staying in the tour bus.

"Justin. Your dad's gonna pick you up." She said as soon as we walked in. "Jason I'm afraid he's not gonna have any room for you. Jazzy and Jaxon are going." She looked over at me. Dad doesn't like me. He always liked Justin more. I just know it.

"Hello! My panic attacks? Does that ring a bell?" I looked at her as if she grew 3 heads.

"You haven't had them for a while now. Wouldn't you like to find out if they gone away?" She asked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Jason but it's his turn." She mumbled. She turned on her heals and walked back in. Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the tour bus.

"Jason you'll be fine right?" He asked cautiously. I nodded. I don't need him to worry. He doesn't know my dad hates me. My dad hasn't exactly said the words aloud but when I do see him he gives me the cold shoulder and try's his best to make me feel bad.

"I'm sure I will." I smiled. I heard a honk. Great he's here early. I didn't want to let Justin go. I need him here with me but I know that he needs this. I do too.

"I gotta go." He kissed my cheek and grabbed his sweater and ran out the tour bus. I'll be fine. I know I will be. I'll distract myself.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Miley's number and waited for her to answer. "Hey baby. How you doing? Is anything wrong?" Her tired voice came through the speaker. She was probably sleeping or working out.

"Sorry did I wake you?" I asked. I heard her laugh on the other line.

"No I was working with Shel and my work out instructor. We can take a break if you'd like. I miss you so much." She sighed. I smiled at that.

"I miss you too baby. I understand you're busy with the movie and your album and the world tour and all but you should take a week off and come over." I more like whined. I miss her like crazy. I haven't seen her in months. I talk to her on skype and all but that's not the same.

"Yeah for sure. We have about a month for our movie and about a week for our album." She said. I sighed. Maybe our relationship isn't meant to be.

"Miles."

"Jason. Before you say anything. I think it's best if we take a break. I'm tired of feeling like it's my fault that our relationship isn't working. Were both busy. I'm sorry." she said and hung up.

I held into my phone tightly and let a few tears fall down. Miley and I have been dating for a long time and having her just braking up with me over the phone just hurts a lot more. We could've made it work.

I put my phone down before getting up and throwing the lamp against the wall. I was mad. She didn't put an effort into helping. I yelled out in anger and slammed my fist repeatedly against the wall. She done this to me. She made me fall for her and then she broke me.

Mom walked in with a worried expression on her face. She walked right up to me and enveloped me in a hug. She kissed my forehead and whispered soothing things into my ear. I cried and cried and I couldn't stop crying. Miley and I had so much in common. We had fun together. We were carefree. Our relationship wasn't revolved around sex. It was just all about having fun. Not caring what people said.

Now it's all over and it feels like it's my fault. I soon calmed down and mom helped me to bed. I laid down as she ran her fingers through my hair. Soon enough I fell asleep.