melodiousyellow | justprompts :: Miley Cyrus

Sometimes she felt like this city hated her.

Back in Reefside, she had a fanbase. It was small, and pretty much limited to her classmates and anyone who frequented Cyberspace. She missed that internet cafe, Hayley's smiling face behind the counter, the times Tori would drive from Blue Bay Harbor just to hear her play. In New York, nobody seemed to care about Kira Ford. When she was on stage, she was singing to air, strumming her guitar to the tune of billiard balls and Samuel Adams. If anyone even looked at her, she never saw them.

Tonight didn't seem any different. It was open mic at one of her frequent visits and the same old thing. She picked a song and everyone ignored her.

I see that you wanna get lost inside me
Too many words
People say too many things
They take you away
Whether you wanna go
Let it all sadden
Drown your tears in my pettled hair

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

Whisper to me in the voice
The one that's only heard by me
Tell me all the things you only told me in your dreams
Whatever you say
I won't leave
I won't judge you for what you believe
Be it good or bad
It's all the same to me

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

So baby just scream and shout
Anything to get it out
Maybe even throw things
Hurt my feelings
Zip it up, said enough
But you know it's not enough
Don't you know by now
Forgiveness, it's a steal
They're just words

They're just words
So talk to me
I promise no one else will hear
They're just words
It won't hurt me
So if you wanna say something
Just say it, say it to me

Say it to me

When she was done, she thanked her nonexistent audience and went to the bar for a drink. It wouldn't always be this way, she told herself. She just had to keep pushing through her lameass waitress job and take every opportunity that came her way. Eventually, somebody had to notice her.

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Kira wasn't a demon, and therefore very comfortable sitting there. The car, however classic, wasn't helping his game as much as he probably thought. She was just happy to have something to brag about when she went back to Reefside.

"Just a few blocks that way," she said, indicating a direction. "It's a dump, you can't miss it."

"Sounds like every artists beginning. Playing for pennies and living where ever they can afford."

She grinned to herself. "Yeah. I had a couple of friends who wanted to help me get someplace better, but...I don't know. I kinda like doing things myself. Besides, it's not like I spend a lot of time there. It doesn't need to be all that extravagant."

"Just a place you can leave your crap then, huh?" Dean chuckled.

Kira laughed. "Pretty much, yeah. And a place to sleep and be slept with."

Dean raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "And to occasionally bite and be bitten?" His smirk just grew.

She looked over at him with a big, playful smile on her face. "You're really not gonna let that go, are you?"

Dean's eyes shone with mischief. "Hey, it as your line."

She laughed again. "The biting depends on how good you are."

She purposely phrased the sentence to be personal. Dean was definitely coming in.

Dean's smile just grew. "I'll just have to be on my best behavior then."

He was happy to know that.

When they arrived at her apartment building, she took her guitar from the back just as carefully as she'd put it there. Dean had his baby, she had hers.

It didn't take them long to reach the door of her room on the first floor, and as soon as she opened it she wished she'd tried to keep the place a little straighter. Not that it was dirty, just—a little cluttered.

"Well, here it is. Home sweet dump."

"I've stayed in worse." Dean took his jacket off but held onto it, slinging it over his shoulder.

Kira grinned to herself as she found a place for her guitar and removed her own jacket to rest on the back of a chair. "Makes me feel better."

"You should see some of the motels in the mid-west. I think they stayed in the sixties..."

She smiled and moved closer to him. "I guess you must travel a lot, huh?"

"All the time. Never been one to stick around in one spot too long. Might get comfortable otherwise."

"Don't wanna get comfortable?"

"That life ain't for me."

She nodded as she moved closer, understanding. "You don't get lonely? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

justprompts :: Miley Cyrus - The Climb

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