Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Flatline.

*Miley's POV*

The rest of the day went by slowly. I reviewed all of the work that Gloria had given me and also got the chance to speak to the model for the cover of the magazine. My mother was supposed to land in New York around midnight, so I didn't really have to worry about her right now. I wanted to enjoy the few hours of peace before I would be harassed about bridal decor and other things involving a wedding. After I finished in the office I left the building, my jacket tightly buttoned around my body. I stuck my hands in my pockets and stood at the corner of the street to get a cab. Nick told me that he was leaving work early today so I assumed that he would already be home.

He told me that he had already bought his suit and picked his groomsmen, which would be easy for him because he has a such a wide circle of friends unlike me. It's not that I don't have any friends, I do. But I don't have close friends that I would want to be my bridesmaids. My only and closest friend was really Justin an just look what happened to us. Friendship isn't my best skill. I used to have a whole bunch of friends back in high school, but those relationships fell apart the second I graduated. Those friendships held no meaning to me. Those were all artificial friends that I was only friends with because we were all stuck together for 4 years.

Moments later, a cab driver finally stopped his car in front of me and I hopped into the yellow taxi. I told him my destination, to which he replied with a simple head nod. I leaned my back against the cool black leather of the car seat. Still cold from the wind I had my hands buried deep in my pockets in an attempt to warm my body up.

A couple minutes into my car ride I heard my phone ringing. I took it out of my purse and answered the phone, noticing from the caller ID that it was my mom.

"Hey mom, shouldn't you be already on your flight?" I questioned, checking the time on the small golden watch I wore on my wrist. A Christmas present from distant relatives with quite the good taste. Usually they send a crappy sweater along with a card telling me how I should come visit. I never do.

"I'm just about to board the plane but I needed to speak to you real quick. Did you hear about what happened to Justin's grandfather? Poor soul."

I forgot to tell her what happened between the two of us. I had told her that we reconnected and were friends again, but since then she hasn't had a clue on all of the drama we've been though. She's always liked me and Justin together. In her eyes we were the cutest couple in the world, just two high school sweethearts madly in love with each other. She never spoken of him in a bad way. When I told her that we broke up she let me cry on her shoulder for the entire night, whispering sweet nothings in my ear to try to soothe me. Nothing she could do helped though. There was still an empty hole in my heart that I didn't think will ever be filled again.

I don't think this would be such a good time to tell her now. I didn't need her trying to get all of the information as to what happened. She could be really nosey at times. "Uh, no. What happened?"

"Well, I heard from Pattie that he's getting real sick. She doesn't know if he's going to make it this time, that's just so sad."

For some reason, hearing this news brought a sense of saddness to me. Justin's grandfather was a wise man, I never really had any real conversations with him but whenever he was around he would tell Justin all these stories from when he was younger and of course, I listened in on them. Though I acted like I didn't care, every word he said soaked in my mind.

I wonder how Justin is feeling right now. He admired his grandfather.

"I haven't spoken to Justin in a while. We've both been busy." Lie #1. "I'll call him later on and check on him." Lie #2. I was almost sad how lying to my mother had become such an easy thing. She trusted me enough to know that I won't lie to her about anything serious, which could be partially correct. But I have told my fair share of little white lies that she would kill me if she found out about. Like the time where I stole a pregnancy test from the pharmacy and told her that it was for a friend but it wasn't. It was actually for me.

That's a whole other stoy.

"Please give him by best regards. I have to go now, the plane is about to take off any minute now. See you soon." Giving her a quick goodbye, I hung up the phone.

I thought about whether to call Justin or not. I don't want to make it seem like I'm getting into his personal business, but I ado wanted to make sure if he was okay. Whenever he was going through something he would turn to me for advice and help, but now that we aren't speaking to each other anymore I don't want him to keep all of these feelings to himself. I should look past all of the relationship issues that we're going through and just be there for him as a friend. Nick wouldn't be too happy if he knew about this though, even if I told him I was only trying to help Justin. He wanted me to have nothing to do with him. 

Chewing on my bottom lip, I dialed Justin's number. I looked out of the window and watched as the car drove past the many people walking down the street, making them look almost blurry. My heart beat quickened listening to ringing of the phone, a part of me hoping that Justin would answer my call. Sadly though, all I heard on the other line was his voicemail.

 "Hey it's Justin here. I'm sorry that I'm not avalible right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe." 

Hearing his voice always made me feel...different. It made me feel like I was at home, if that made sense. 

I took a deep breath. "H-Hey...It's Miley. Look, I just want to make sure you're okay and all. Can you please call me back as soon as you get this? Please..." I nervously picked at the fabic of my jacket. "I should go now. Goodbye." And with that, I hung up the phone. 

I don't care if I sounded desprate to talk to Justin because I am. Leaning my head against the seat, I let out a deep sigh. 

I want him to be okay.