Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Long Way Home.

*Miley's POV*

"Please don't tell me you're watching Titanic again."

I turned around to see Nick hanging his jacket up on the coat hanger. He made his way towards the couch and sat next to me.

"Oh please, young Leonardo DiCaprio is beautiful." I shrugged, then grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl resting on my lap. "He's like my dream guy, besides you of course."

Nick laughed, pulling his tie loose. He leaned his back against the white leather of the couch and sighed.

"Bad day at work?" I questioned. Usually Nick doesn't really let the troubles of work get to him, so it was surprising to see him so distressed now.

He simply nodded. "Terrible. Being a lawyers assistant isn't really the happiest job. I have to run around 24/7 to make sure that everything she needs is done."

I set the bowl of popcorn down and ran my hands over Nick's shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "Just imagine, soon you'll be the one giving some assistant all of these orders." I smiled.

Just then my phone began to ring. I searched for it on the couch for a moment, finding it stuck between two cushions. The caller ID said Justin's name, so I automatically answered it.

"Hey Miles, you busy?"

Nick raised his eyebrow as if to question who it was. I simply mouthed 'Justin' and stood up, walking to the bedroom.

"Actually I'm enjoying a movie right now. A very special movie." I grinned. Pressing the phone against my ear, I opened the window to the fire escape and stepped outside, feeling the wind brush against my skin.

"Let me guess, Titanic?" I could almost see him smirking now.

I leaned against the metal fence. "You still remember, huh?" It's not surprising though, we were best friends after all.

"Of course I remember. You made me watch the movie about a hundred times. Hey, are you wearing a white shirt?"

"Uh, yes." I looked down at my white oversized shirt, which had small holes in it due to the fact that I wore it all the time.

"Look down. I think I see you."

Furrowing my eyebrows together I looked down the fire escape and of course, saw Justin looking back up at me. I hung up the phone and smirked.

"Stalking me now, Bieber?" I called out, making sure that he could hear me.

Justin shook his head. "You wish. You up for a late night adventure?" He smirked back at me.

The only thought in my head was, what is wrong with this kid?

I chewed on my bottom lip. Nick wouldn't be too mad if I hung out with Justin now, right? He knows that we're close and all. He'll understand. But still, I don't want him to think that there's something going on when there obviously isn't.

I sighed. "I'll come down. Just...give me 5 minutes." Giving him one last look, I went back inside and shut the window.

I quickly pulled my shirt off and threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, then slid on a baby blue sweatshirt. Slipping on some white vans I took a look at myself in the mirror. I checked to make sure that my makeup was alright, applying a light coat of lip gloss.

I walked out of the bedroom and saw Nick eating more popcorn. He looked a me, noticing my change in clothes.

"I'm meeting up with Justin real quick. I'll call you when I'm on my way home, alright? Love you." Leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips, I grabbed my jacket and purse.

"Don't stay out too late okay? I know it can get dangerous around here at night." Nick grabbed my hand.

Smiling, I squeezed his hand. "I won't, I promise."

I kissed him again, then walked out of out apartment.

I jogged down the two flights of stairs and walked outside. I saw Justin standing across the street, holding his camera.

As I made my way towards him he snapped a picture of me. The flash caused my to squint my eyes a bit.

"Hey, what was that for?" I rubbed my eyes. "You caught me off guard too. Not fair."

Justin laughed. "I'm a photographer, I take pictures of everyone and everything. You better get used to it."

I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "So where are we going anyways? It's almost midnight."

"That's the point, it's almost midnight. New York is most beautiful when it's dark, now come on, our first stop is Times Square." Justin began to walk ahead of me. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt and dark jeans, his hair slightly spiked up.

I followed behind him, realizing how tall he actually was. I barely was up to his shoulders

We walked for a couple more blocks since Times Square wasn't too far from my apartment. Surprisingly, it was still crowded with people rushing into the nearest shops.

"Why are you even outside at this time of night? Don't you have work tomorrow?" I asked once Justin had stopped to talk a picture of one of the billboards. He shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep. I needed to get out of the house." He took a look at the photo he had just taken. "Usually I take walks around the city alone, but this time I just decided that I wanted some company."

A small smile crept upon my lips. "What about Alex?"

Justin started walking again, tapping his fingers on the brick walls of one of the buildings. "We got into a little argument so she hasn't really been talking to me ever since."

This was surprising. I knew that Justin and Alex were having problems, but I didn't know that it had gotten that bad. He hasn't told me about Alex not talking to him either. It's like he's trying to hide the fact that he's unhappy in his own relationship.

Unaware of what to say, I looked down at the concrete ground.

"What was the argument about?"

"Work. As usual. I tried to take your advice and talk to her but..." His voice seemed to fade for a second. "Nothing seems to work anymore."

Justin sat down at one of the tiny outdoor cafés. I took a seat in the chair across from his, moving a small piece of hair away from my eyes.

"You care about her, right?"

Justin nodded, setting his camera down on the table. "Of course I do. She means the world to me."

I couldn't help but feel a pinch in my heart when he said that. I shook off the feeling, pushing away any memories of when Justin used to tell me how much I meant to him. "Then you should fight for your relationship."

"You mean like I did with ours?"

Crap. The memories ended up filling my mind now, causing my head to slightly ache. I tried to fight the urge to say 'You didn't fight hard enough for ours.'

"Y-Yes..."

Justin seemed to noticed that I tensed up because he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table. "Miley...I know that we didn't really break up in the best way and I just want to apologize for that. I never wished to hurt your feelings, I hope you know that."

A part of me believed him, but there was still a piece of my hanging onto our last conversation up until just a few months ago. Back then he said more than enough to give me the idea that he didn't care about my feelings at all.

"Justin...Can we please not get into this right now?" I begged.

He licked his lips before he spoke, his eyes locking on mine. "Miley, what I'm trying to get at is...I think I still love you. I don't think I've ever stopped loving you." He rested his hand on top of mine.

"Justin..."

*To Be Continued*