Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Questions.

*Miley's POV*

After my encounter with Justin, my thoughts have been a complete mess. We've talked a lot over the past 2 weeks, sometimes even getting coffee together.

It was fun to be around my bestfriend again.

It's crazy thinking about how much he's changed, more physically than personality wise. He's still the smart-mouth, sarcastic boy I used to know. The last time I saw him before going off to college he was very thin, despite being on every sport team possible. He had a baby face as well, with barely any facial hair on him. It was like looking at another person.

Being with him was...different. Though we're both in serious relationships, there's still that little bit of awkwardness. We did date for nearly three years, after all. We both haven't mentioned our breakup yet.

What could we say? "Oh, I'm sorry I broke your heart and never talked to you again."

We're both probably not ready to bring it up. When the time comes, we will. But for now I want to reconnect with him.

I sat at the edge of my bed, flipping through the different channels. Nick left earlier for some business meeting and since I didn't have work today, I was left alone and bored.

Okay I will admit it, I am a workaholic. I worked hard to get the job of my dreams and loved every minute of it.

I sighed and decided to watch some boring talk show. As I listened to one of the guests complain about their failing love life, I laid back on the bed and ran my fingers through my short hair, still used to the feeling of having it past my shoulders.

I needed a change. Something to make me stand out. I had just graduated from college and still looked like I could be a high schooler. So, I dyed my hair blonde and chopped it all off. It was edgy and different, which was exactly what I wanted.

I got up from bed and walked out of the room to the kitchen. I opened one of the many cabinets and pulled out a mug.

I guess regular ol' coffee will have to do since I'm way too lazy to go to Starbucks. I noticed that Nick had already made some coffee, leaving a bit for me.

I filled my mug up and opened the refrigerator. I grabbed a bowl of fruit which I had stored in there and placed it on the counter, eating some grapes as I sipped my coffee.

Out of no where I suddenly began to think about Justin. I wonder what he'd be up to right now? He was never usually a morning person, something I learned from the many nights I've spent at his house.

We would always stay up late at night just to talk. No matter how tired we were, or if he didn't even have anything to talk about, we would just stay awake together in the quietness of his bedroom. He'd tell me all these stories about his past and sometimes even make up stories, just to make me laugh.

I sighed to myself and set my mug down.

Justin was my first love. And I was his.

I took a deep breath and tried to get my thoughts together. I love Nick. He's the one I'm supposed to marry, right?

I looked down at my engagement ring. I'll never forget the day Nick proposed to me.

I'll never also forget the day Justin told me that he loved me.

Sometimes though I think that me and Justin were so in love with each other because we were all we had at the time. No one else understood me the way he did.

Was our entire relationship a lie?

*Justin's POV*

I walked into my apartment and took upon the sight before me which included Alex sleeping on the couch with her strawberry blonde hair sprawled out covering half of her face.