Post by chandy on Dec 26, 2007 17:09:41 GMT -5
Hey guys! This one's a little silly and a bit of a comedy, if you can't tell! It moves fast - hope you like it!
I sat on the front porch with my legs crossed indian-style - remember in Kindergarten, when they forced everyone to sit like that? Random, I know, but I never understood that. Why did it matter how a bunch of five year olds sat on the carpet? My best friend and I used to pointedly sit on our knees and just turn to our teachers when they scolded us and go, "No. Floor. Dirty." Fun times.
I wrapped my fingers around the glass of ice tea, letting the tiny cold droplets of water roll over my fingers, into my palm. I raised it to my lips and took a long, refreshing sip, closing my eyes to shield them from the burning sun. I was used to the Tennessee summer heat, but it was November. I would have killed for a swimming pool, if I had access to one. Usually I'd just ride my bike to my best friend's house, but she was gone. If I remembered correctly, she said in her email that she would be in New York today. Lucky. I bet New York was a whole lot colder than Tennessee.
"Tara?" I turned around to see my mom standing behind the screen door, a telephone in her hand. "It's Miley."
I leaped out of the porch swing and darted to the door, snatching the phone away from my mom and clamping it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked loudly, and a little excitedly. Could you blame me? Miley was my best friend, after all, and I hadn't talked to her for three days.
"Hey, Tara!" she said. I could almost see Miley smile on the other end. "How are you?" That was just like Miley, to ask how I was when her life was obviously much more exciting.
"I'm alright. It's so hot here, Miles. I could really use your pool," I teased. Miley laughed her raspy laugh, although it sounded a little distracted.
"Go ahead - Braison loves you; he'd let you in the house no matter what," she joked. It was true, though. Miley's little brother had always had a thing for me, even though he was two years younger. That was so Braison, to fall in love with his sister's best friend and partial babysitter.
"I think I'm going to go down to Rosie's soon, actually. Tyler invited me," I smirked. Miley sighed on the other end.
"You are torturing me, girl. That boy is too cute for his own good," she said. "He's lucky I'm not there to pounce on him. I don't think I could let go - Joe, stop. I'm on the phone." Miley laughed and I found myself missing her a lot more than before. It was crazy how being away from her for just a few months was torture. We grew up together, after all. I used to change her little sister's diapers, for Heaven's sake.
"Kevin - Nick, no! Put that - hey, put that down! Oww!" Miley shouted, and I listened with a smile to a fumbling around with the phone as it passed through hands. Suddenly, I was on the phone with someone whose voice was definitely too deep to be Miley's.
"Who is this?" whoever it was asked. I shook my head, blushing, and sat down. I was on the phone with a Jonas Brother. The blonde hair on my arms bristled as I hesitated to answer.
"Tara..." There was a smile in my voice as I waited.
"Oh!" he said. "This is Ricky Martin." I had to laugh at that.
"Oh, really?" I smirked, even though he couldn't see me. "Sing me one of your songs, then."
"What?"
"Sing one of your songs for me."
"Nick, she wants to talk to you -" the phone flew through the air again and a loud thump echoed through the phone. A soft, confused voice spoke next. It was a sweeter voice than the sarcastic person I had just talked to.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" I echoed accidentally. I shut my eyes, mentally scolding myself. "Who is this?"
"Nick. Who is this?"
"Tara," I said. Nick seemed to know who I was.
"Oh, yeah. You're Miley's-"
"She's Miley's TRUUUUUE FRIEND. She's here till the END!" the voice from before sang in the background.
"Dude, you sound like a girl," another guy, who I assumed to be Kevin, laughed. He had a nice, genuine laugh.
"She pulls her aside when something ain't right-" he continued.
"Joe, shut up!" Miley yelled playfully, apparently hitting Joe. He started yowling from the pain of whatever Miley had done to him. I was laughing so hard now that I could barely breathe. Nick turned his attention back to the phone, laughing.
"So... what's up?" he said. This made me laugh even harder. "Hello? Tara? Are you - I think she hung up..."
"No, I'm here," I chuckled quickly, holding my side. "Can I talk to Miley?"
"Sure - Miley, she wants to talk to you." There was more fumbling with the phone now as Nick gave her the telephone. Miley, jokingly aggravated, sighed into the speaker.
"Sorry 'bout that - boys are dumb," Miley said. I smiled.
"I think they sounded pretty sexy."
"Oh, really?" Miley obviously smirked. "Joe, Tara thinks you're sex-"
"NO! Miley, nooo!" I laughed. Kevin started laughing again in the background.
"Tara thinks I'm sex? What?" Joe asked. Kevin and Nick were in hysterics. I could have heard them from about five feet away from the telephone.
"Nevermind," Miley giggled, turning back to the phone. "So, back to the reason I called. Guess where our show on Saturday is?"
"Where?"
"Tennessee!" My heart stopped and I beamed like a fool.
"NO WAY!"
"Yes way."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah!"
"Like, totally, totally," Joe said in a valley-girl accent, making fun of us. "Like, O-M-G."
"Shut up, Joe!" Miley laughed. "Anyways - my Dad's going to email your mom with the schedule and stuff, so you can meet us when we fly in! We're staying for four days, it's gonna be awesome." I beamed. Finally, I was going to see my best friend after months of her being on tour! "Aw, man. I gotta go - the guys are kicking me out for lockdown. I'm on Nick's cell phone - hey! Ow! Kevin, stop!"
"Out! Out! Out!" Kevin chanted teasingly.
"Off with her head!" Joe boomed. I laughed loudly, shaking my head. These guys were crazy.
"Bye, Tara!" Miley yelled somewhere outside before Nick picked up the phone.
"See you later, Tara."
"Hah - Bye," I smiled.
I sat on the front porch with my legs crossed indian-style - remember in Kindergarten, when they forced everyone to sit like that? Random, I know, but I never understood that. Why did it matter how a bunch of five year olds sat on the carpet? My best friend and I used to pointedly sit on our knees and just turn to our teachers when they scolded us and go, "No. Floor. Dirty." Fun times.
I wrapped my fingers around the glass of ice tea, letting the tiny cold droplets of water roll over my fingers, into my palm. I raised it to my lips and took a long, refreshing sip, closing my eyes to shield them from the burning sun. I was used to the Tennessee summer heat, but it was November. I would have killed for a swimming pool, if I had access to one. Usually I'd just ride my bike to my best friend's house, but she was gone. If I remembered correctly, she said in her email that she would be in New York today. Lucky. I bet New York was a whole lot colder than Tennessee.
"Tara?" I turned around to see my mom standing behind the screen door, a telephone in her hand. "It's Miley."
I leaped out of the porch swing and darted to the door, snatching the phone away from my mom and clamping it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked loudly, and a little excitedly. Could you blame me? Miley was my best friend, after all, and I hadn't talked to her for three days.
"Hey, Tara!" she said. I could almost see Miley smile on the other end. "How are you?" That was just like Miley, to ask how I was when her life was obviously much more exciting.
"I'm alright. It's so hot here, Miles. I could really use your pool," I teased. Miley laughed her raspy laugh, although it sounded a little distracted.
"Go ahead - Braison loves you; he'd let you in the house no matter what," she joked. It was true, though. Miley's little brother had always had a thing for me, even though he was two years younger. That was so Braison, to fall in love with his sister's best friend and partial babysitter.
"I think I'm going to go down to Rosie's soon, actually. Tyler invited me," I smirked. Miley sighed on the other end.
"You are torturing me, girl. That boy is too cute for his own good," she said. "He's lucky I'm not there to pounce on him. I don't think I could let go - Joe, stop. I'm on the phone." Miley laughed and I found myself missing her a lot more than before. It was crazy how being away from her for just a few months was torture. We grew up together, after all. I used to change her little sister's diapers, for Heaven's sake.
"Kevin - Nick, no! Put that - hey, put that down! Oww!" Miley shouted, and I listened with a smile to a fumbling around with the phone as it passed through hands. Suddenly, I was on the phone with someone whose voice was definitely too deep to be Miley's.
"Who is this?" whoever it was asked. I shook my head, blushing, and sat down. I was on the phone with a Jonas Brother. The blonde hair on my arms bristled as I hesitated to answer.
"Tara..." There was a smile in my voice as I waited.
"Oh!" he said. "This is Ricky Martin." I had to laugh at that.
"Oh, really?" I smirked, even though he couldn't see me. "Sing me one of your songs, then."
"What?"
"Sing one of your songs for me."
"Nick, she wants to talk to you -" the phone flew through the air again and a loud thump echoed through the phone. A soft, confused voice spoke next. It was a sweeter voice than the sarcastic person I had just talked to.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" I echoed accidentally. I shut my eyes, mentally scolding myself. "Who is this?"
"Nick. Who is this?"
"Tara," I said. Nick seemed to know who I was.
"Oh, yeah. You're Miley's-"
"She's Miley's TRUUUUUE FRIEND. She's here till the END!" the voice from before sang in the background.
"Dude, you sound like a girl," another guy, who I assumed to be Kevin, laughed. He had a nice, genuine laugh.
"She pulls her aside when something ain't right-" he continued.
"Joe, shut up!" Miley yelled playfully, apparently hitting Joe. He started yowling from the pain of whatever Miley had done to him. I was laughing so hard now that I could barely breathe. Nick turned his attention back to the phone, laughing.
"So... what's up?" he said. This made me laugh even harder. "Hello? Tara? Are you - I think she hung up..."
"No, I'm here," I chuckled quickly, holding my side. "Can I talk to Miley?"
"Sure - Miley, she wants to talk to you." There was more fumbling with the phone now as Nick gave her the telephone. Miley, jokingly aggravated, sighed into the speaker.
"Sorry 'bout that - boys are dumb," Miley said. I smiled.
"I think they sounded pretty sexy."
"Oh, really?" Miley obviously smirked. "Joe, Tara thinks you're sex-"
"NO! Miley, nooo!" I laughed. Kevin started laughing again in the background.
"Tara thinks I'm sex? What?" Joe asked. Kevin and Nick were in hysterics. I could have heard them from about five feet away from the telephone.
"Nevermind," Miley giggled, turning back to the phone. "So, back to the reason I called. Guess where our show on Saturday is?"
"Where?"
"Tennessee!" My heart stopped and I beamed like a fool.
"NO WAY!"
"Yes way."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah!"
"Like, totally, totally," Joe said in a valley-girl accent, making fun of us. "Like, O-M-G."
"Shut up, Joe!" Miley laughed. "Anyways - my Dad's going to email your mom with the schedule and stuff, so you can meet us when we fly in! We're staying for four days, it's gonna be awesome." I beamed. Finally, I was going to see my best friend after months of her being on tour! "Aw, man. I gotta go - the guys are kicking me out for lockdown. I'm on Nick's cell phone - hey! Ow! Kevin, stop!"
"Out! Out! Out!" Kevin chanted teasingly.
"Off with her head!" Joe boomed. I laughed loudly, shaking my head. These guys were crazy.
"Bye, Tara!" Miley yelled somewhere outside before Nick picked up the phone.
"See you later, Tara."
"Hah - Bye," I smiled.
