Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Reuinions.

*Miley's POV cont.*

I could barely recognize him now. He looked so...different. From what I could see, he got a lot more tattoos. His whole arm was covered in them. He's also gotten much taller, nearly standing 6 feet. His jawline became more defined too, I couldn't help but see the light stubble of facial hair growing.

"I can't believe it's actually you...How have you been?" He sat down in the seat in front of my table, setting his own drink on the table.

*Justin's POV*

I can't believe it's actually her. I mean, she doesn't even look the same.

I looked over at her now blonde hair and how it suited her well. The was no denying that she was still the beautiful girl I once knew.

"I've been alright. How are you though? It's been a while." Miley smiled.

"I'm fine actually. I've just been adjusting to New York. I moved here a few weeks ago." I share an apartment with my roommate- who is also my girlfriend. We've been dating for three years now.

"That's amazing. How are you liking the big city?" She cocked her head to the side, drumming her fingers against the table.

I couldn't help but notice the diamond ring on her finger. She's engaged...

"Uh," My eyes were stuck on the ring.

Who could she possibly be engaged to? How long had she been engaged? I noticed I was taking too long to respond so I averted my eyes back to her face.

"It's way different from Canada, but I'm getting used to it. Though I still haven't gotten a chance to actually explore the city."

Miley tucked a strand of her hair under her ear and pursed her lips slightly. "You have to. It's a really beautiful city. There's tons of things to do here."

I drank my coffee and nodded. I put my drink back down and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket.

As I got a closer look at her face, I noticed that nothing's changed. The only thing that's different about is her freshly dyed hair, and the diamond ring that's resting on her ring finger.

Don't get me wrong, I am over Miley and I'm perfectly happy with my girlfriend now. But it's still hard seeing the first girl you've ever loved, engaged to somebody else.

Breaking me from my thoughts I hear Miley curse under her breath, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Justin, I'm really sorry but I can't stay any longer. I'm already late for a meeting." I watched as she stood up and slung her handbag over her shoulder.

Just as she was about to leave, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"Can I have your number? I mean, maybe we can hangout sometime." I blurted out. She looked down at my hand and bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.

"Yeah, I'd like that." She agreed. She dug into her bag for a moment, then pulled out a small notepad and pen.

She quickly scribbled her number in and handed the paper to me. She gave me a quick smile, then walked out of the now nearly empty coffee shop.

I hate to admit it, but I really missed her. A lot.

As a friend though, and nothing more. Right?

She was my best friend through all of high school. I told her all of my dark secrets, and she told me hers. She was the only person I could trust at the time.

I missed having a friend like that.

It was awkward seeing her again though. And I can tell just by the look on her face that she felt the same way. I don't blame her. We had a nasty break up, so bad that we couldn't even have a relationship as friends. We tried to once we both went away to college, but she was busy with her life, and so was I.

We just grew apart, I guess.

I just hope she knew that I missed her like crazy. As a friend and as a lover.

Until I met Alex. She just got out of a serious relationship as well, so we got along easily. Whenever she needed someone, I was there.

The sad thing is that overtime, I began to forget about Miley. I was caught up between school and Alex, she drifted away from my thoughts. Until now.

After sitting alone in the now nearly empty coffee shop, I decided that it was time to go. Throwing away my empty container I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I walked out of the almost empty Starbucks.

I crossed the street and walked to the subway station. Since I didn't have a car yet and I didn't want to spend all of the money I had on a cab, the train seemed to be the best option.

I took the metrocard I had out of my pocket and swiped at the turnstile. I made it just in time to catch my train before it closed.

I stepped inside and sighed to myself, noticing that there were no empty seats. I leaned against the double doors and pulled my earbuds out of my pockets. Putting each bud in my ear and plugging it up to my phone, I closed my eyes as the music filled my ears.

It's crazy how just in a few years, everything about her has changed. She has such a bright future now, and back then I thought I would be apart of it.

Things don't always work out the way it's supposed to, I guess.

Time passes and people move on, that's what happens. You can't try to stop it, no matter how hard you try.

You just have to learn how to deal with it.

After a few more stops and an old lady shoving me to move out of her way, I arrived at my destination. I live just outside of Brooklyn in a small apartment. I guess it's alright, despite the paint coming off the walls and the floorboard always creaking no matter how gentle you walk. Alex always says she's going to made the apartment feel like a home, but even she knows it's nothing like one.

Walking out of the train station I zippered my sweater up, putting my hands into the pockets as I walked down the street. With music still filling my ears I briefly nodded at whoever looked my way and sent a small smile to the beggar I saw on the street. I still wasn't used to seeing people out on the streets with no family, no one to love and no where to go. It made me feel bad that I judged the apartment so much, while some people didn't have one.

I reached the brick stoned building and pulled out my key. I unlocked the front door. hearing it creak as I opened it.

Since there were only 6 floors, there was no elevator. It didn't bother me much because I only lived on the 3rd floor.

I jogged up the flight of stairs and walked down the narrow hallway until I reached my apartment. Our door was a dark blue, like the color of the sky at midnight. Alex hated the color. She claimed it was too depressing, and that she'd prefer a more brighter color.

I used my key to unlock the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me as I entered my home. Since we were still in the process of decorating the living room was filled with only a couch, small coffee table, and a dining room table which was currently cluttered with empty takeout boxes.

I sat down on the couch and dug into my pockets, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper which had Miley's number written on it.

I immediately programed it in my phone, listing her simply as 'Miles.'