Always Number One (Niley)

Always Second Best

Always Second Best

Time has past since I had last held her like I currently was, three whole years to be exact. Life has been way to harsh to her, and I knew she finally had enough. How did I know this? Maybe it had to do with the fact I'm current rubbing her back as she sobs and cusses at life. People think she is a lost cause, but to me she is simply on the wrong path and now it's my job to lead her to the right.

I rest my head on hers and try to calm her down with no success might I add. My heart fills with pain as I see her so weak and helpless, she has never been this broken before. I always thought of her as the strong one, the one who was always better than all the rest of us. But now I realize she is just as human as the rest of us in this crazy business called Hollywood. Who am I talking about you ask? The one and only Miss. Miley Ray Stewart.

It had been an hour since I had come over after a desperate voice was heard thru my phone's speaker in the middle of the night. I had found her curled on the couch in the dark clinging to a picture frame as if her life depended on it. Once I rushed over and sat down she immediately dug her head into my chest and continued to let the waterworks fall from her blue gray eyes. I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong but gave up half an hour later after realizing she just need to be held nothing more. So I sat there and let her crumbled down like she never has before. I will be the first to say that I was shock when I saw her so sad and depressed. This was Smiley Miley we were talking about, she's the strong, independent, unbreakable almost immortal human being I have ever met. She doesn't let anyone take her down, I was one of the first who tried. I broke her heart, but she made the best of it and wrote a number one single who spoke the truth, even if I have repeatedly denied it.

Another hour later and her breathing slowed showing that sleep had overtaken her body. I shifted only for her to cuddle deeper into me and prevent me from leaving her side. I starred at her and noticed the dark rings around her eyes that told me this wasn't the first time she had been up all night. Eventually, the sun rose and I managed to get out of her grip. I stood up and walked over to the piano by the window that overlooked the backyard. The black piano was covered in music sheets and old pictures. Three pictures caught my attention, maybe it was because of the fact they had been torn in half. The first one was a picture of the whole Stewart family. The second one was one of Miley and Liam with their dogs. The final picture was the one that confused me, it was Demi and Miley on the set of Send It On. They were playing music, Miley on the guitar and Demi sat on the piano bench. Why would Miley rip a picture of her best friend?

"You're confused," she stated with that sleepy angel like voice, you know the one that I never could say no to. I turned around and saw her sitting up with her legs crossed Indian style. I spoke "I thought you were sleeping?" She shrugged and said, "I couldn't sleep anymore," I starred at her while she starred at the torn up pictures in my hands, like they were evil and had the power to break her. It took me a few minutes to realize that my girl was scared of these pictures I had in my hand. I took a step closer to her and she froze which make her look like a statue she never took her beautiful blue gray eyes off the pictures. I automatically put the pictures down on top of the shiny black piano and put my hands up in surrender. Miley finally looked at me and smiled softly, "Sorry I'm kinda tired and a bit distracted..." Her eyes flashed to the pictures before looking back at me.

I sighed in sadness, "Mi, you don't have to pretend your okay. I know you and your hurt. I've never seen you this hurt before and it scares me to death. Your Smiley Miley, the girl who doesn't let anything break her down. But wanna know what scares me more? The fact that I'm afraid the reason your hurt is because you love people unconditionally. You love people who don't really have the ability to love you back." I waited for her reaction but got nothing except her looking away. I sighed and spoke, "What's going on in the mind of yours, Mi?" She looked at me and sighed, "Have you ever felt like you were always second best to a person? Like no matter what you do you will never be good enough?" I was confused, yet curious. Miley was always number one to everyone. Number one friend, number one sister, number one daughter, number one artist, and number one lover. Miley was never second best.