I ran out of the room and down the hall. I had no clue where I was going, I was in a radio station. I opened a door and it seemed to be like a janitor’s closet, so I just sat down and cried. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this! Then, the door swung open. It was Nick. He looked all red and puffy.
“Are you crying?” he asked. His voice was all, webble wobbleish?
“Are you crying?” I asked. He sat down next to me.
“I don’t know how much of this I can take,” I said. Nick put his hand on my shoulder.
“We have each other,”. I smiled.
“Yeah, but Miley….she wants me to be pissed off!” I said. My face was steaming again.
“I know, I”m sorry,” said Nick. A tear dripped off his face. Wow. I’ve never seen him cry before. I guess he was the sensitive one. I liked that in a guy. Ever since I meet Nick, he never looked, well, happy. I was waiting for that moment. When he’d just be happy. Not sad about Miley or stressed about a tour or something. Just content and happy…......with me.