Alrighty. One shot number 2. Enjoy :)

Btw, this is a songfic to Don't Tell Anyone by JB. If you've never heard it go listen to it now! It's way better than their new "Baby, I love you \ I hate you, " crap.

I think this story's more like Stop The World by Demi, or Before The Storm . . . but I wrote this before those 2 songs released. Sooo, DTA will have to do.

Disclaimer : I don't own the characters…or the song… or NickJ is Off The Chain :(

But I do own the plot. And that's what counts! ;)

Don't Tell Anyone – Niley (One Shot)

Nick's P.O.V

The football team and I laughed as we walked past her. No one had farted or told a funny joke. We just laugh at her for fun. They don't know about my song. Neither does she. She doesn't have to.

I wrote this lyric for you, all by myself…

Joe, my brother, snorted. "Hey look! It's that geek Riley!" he muttered laughing, loud enough for her to hear.

She looked straight at me and then to Joe. "It's Miley," she murmured softly. Miley looked back at me with her blue eyes. They were already glistening with tears. She wanted me to say something. I just scoffed and gave her a dirty look.

What makes you think I need you, or anybody else?...

Suddenly I felt ashamed of myself. Ashamed...but not enough to brake me. There's never enough to brake me. I'm Nicholas Jonas, for crying out loud! Then...why did I look down? Not because I like her, that's for sure.

But when you see me walking, just staring at my feet…

It's because I don't like her.....I think.

I looked up again.

"I don't care what your name is. You're a loser faggot!" Joe sneered, ripping the 1996 glasses off her face and throwing them to the ground.

Miley started whimpering as quietly as she could. She bent down to grab her glasses. She had a hard time. Miley kept staring at me. Why? Why did she stare at me? I'm not going to save her, okay? I'm just not!

'Cause I'm not all about you, I'm already complete.

Kevin, my other brother, faced me and leaned in to my ear. "You wanna finish her off?" he asked, smirking.

"Huh?" I asked. What does he mean by that? I wondered.

He squeezed my shoulder. "You know..." he paused, pointing to my feet. "Give her a few soccer score demos."

I frowned.

Miley's eyes turned frightened. Kevin wanted me to kick her!

I shouldn't. I thought, I can't. I just can't do that to her. She's done so—

"Dude, hurry up." My friend, Mitch, rushed me. "We've got practice in five." He said.

I cleared my throat. "R-Right," I stuttered, nervously, walking closer to Miley. "Let's just make this quick." I blabbered. Secretly I was building the strength. Not the physical kind...the emotional kind.

Her eyes grew wide.

I sighed roughly. Here goes nothing. Three, two… At the thought of one, I start throwing kicks at her curled body.

I hope this doesn't make you cry,

But I don't wanna make you mine,

I told you for the millionth time,

That I don't need you in my life.

She began crying harder. Oh God, I was killing her! I couldn't do it anymore. I slowed down and kicked the air beside her with all my power. Wow. I liked her so much I pretended to kick her. Right before Mitch irrupted my thought I was going to say how much she's done for me. Miley Stewart's my "secret" tutor in English. Nobody knows but me and her...I mean, she and I. You see? I told you she was my tutor, or else I wouldn't have corrected myself there. I've gotten smarter and sometimes my friends question me about it. I lye, of course!

Although I stopped kicking her, Miley kept crying. I shrugged my shoulders.

Kevin approached me. "Awesome job, Nick J. You're so off the chain." He rhymed.

I smirked. It was rapping time. "Yo, I'm so hot just like a tamale!" I shouted.

"So destructive just like a tsunami!" the entire school, but Miley shouted back. She was too in pain. But even if she wasn't in terrible pain, she still wouldn't have chanted. I was a bully.

Miley got up slowly as I continued to rap, hoping not to get kicked again. We locked eyes again. "I can't believe you." I whispered, and then ran away.

- -

After practice I found Miley under the bleachers. She's still crying. She was hugging her knees close to her and had her head bowed.

I coughed. "Miley," I started.

She looked up to see me and bowed her head again. "Just go away, Nick." She sobbed.

I crouched down and made my way under. Then I kneel in front of her. "Listen, I didn't mean to hurt you, Miley, I promise." I vowed.

Miley stared at me by peeking through her sleeves.

But you can see through me (yeah)…

"I know. You said me you loved me." She told me.

I nodded. Good that she knows. I thought.

And how you get to me…

"So," she sighed, lifting her head. "Which part of you is the fake? The part that loves me or the part that loves football?" she asked me seriously.

You know I'm just a fraud…

I looked down to my hands and spotted my purity ring. It was the only part of me that wanted to be honest. I told my friends I did it with Kayllie-Lorraine from chemistry class, who just so happened to move to Wisconsin and said that the ring was for no reason whatsoever. The ring was a huge distraction from Miley's question. I purposely stared at it for too long.

Miley snapped once. "Nick!" she spat.

"Huh?" I asked, playing clueless.

I'm just afraid…

"Which part of you is the real you? The one out there or the one in here?" Miley urged an answered.

I looked her in her eyes. Gosh, they were beautiful. "Definitely the one in here." I whispered, "And since I'd have to hurt you like the way I did today again, I'm giving it all up. Which is why stopped to kick beside you. I just can't handle hurting you anymore." And I finished off with, "I love you."

I feel the same…

I took off her glasses carefully to see her eyes better and pulled out the bun in her hair. I leaned in to kiss her. At last our lips pressed against each other's. I loved kissing her. We only kissed under the bleachers or at her house. Nowhere public.

Getting relaxed with kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She draped her arms around my neck. I grabbed onto her waist tighter and deepened the kiss. I fell onto my back, taking her with me and shoved my hands into her back pockets. I didn't want anybody seeing this episode of affection.

But don't tell anyone…

I broke the kiss hesitantly. "Imagine if the whole school saw us like this. You know, me and you makin' out under the bleachers." I said, taking my hands out of her pockets and rubbing her lower back.

Don't tell anyone.

Miley licked her lips, continuing to play with my hair. "First of all it's "You and I", and secondly, that can't happen." She giggled at me.

I frowned. "Why not?" I questioned confused.

"You hear that silence?" she asked, watching me nod. "Well, guess what?"

"What?" I asked back.

"The whole world stopped after you said you would give it all up just for me. Thus establishing the central theme that life only gets in the manner if you allow it." She explained, smiling.

I still frowned.

Miley rolled her eyes. "You gave up your world to have me. You. Love. Me." She said slowly.

"Ohh," I moaned. I shrugged. "Eh, I guess I should throw out that song I wrote about you." I replied.

"What song?"

"Oh, see I wrote this song about how I pretend to hate you, but I really have feelings for you." I told her.

Miley beamed wider. "Yea. The first verse was probably the poem you read for Arts Night, wasn't it?" she figured.

I blushed hard. "Uh-huh." I hummed.

"Can I hear the rest of it?" she begged, "Please, Nick?"

I sat up. "Oh, okay." I groaned happily. Then I sang the rest.

I wake up thinking of you, and that creeps me out

I try not to call you, but I can't do without

Hearing your voice tell me, that I am on your mind

It wouldn't work to rush this, I'll come around in time.

I hope that you can understand

But now I don't know where I stand

I'd rather hide behind these walls

Pretending I don't care at all.

But you can see through me (yeah)

And how you get to me

You know I'm just a fraud

I'm just afraid

I feel the same

But don't tell anyone

Don't tell anyone.

Life keeps going on

The world keeps spinning round

Can't we stop going in circles?

Am I afraid of what they'll say?

What you confuse to see-- you and me…?

But you can see through me (yeah)

And how you get to me

You know I'm just a fraud

I'm just afraid, (I'm just afraid)

I feel the same

But don't tell anyone

Don't tell anyone (don't tell anyone--)

But you can see through me (you can see through me)

And how you get to me (how you get to me)

You know I'm just a fraud

I'm just afraid

I feel the same

But don't tell anyone

Don't tell anyone.

Miley put her arm around me. "Nick, that was amazing! I love it." She moaned sweetly, resting her head on my shoulder.

It was official. We were cuddling as boyfriend and girlfriend.

I kissed her forehead. "I love it too, Baby." I murmured.

Suddenly thunder struck and lightening zapped in the sky.

I screamed like a little girl. "AHHHHH!!"

"Nick, calm down! The world is just coming back to life!" she assured.

The wind picked up and leaves starting flying through. One hit me in face.

I got up and started to leave. "Come on! Let's go!" I yelled. I ran out from the bleacher. The wind became stronger. At that moment, the bleachers fell apart slightly. I gasped. Miley was still under there!

"Nick!!" She screamed.

"Miley!!" I hollered.

She stretched her arm out to reach my hand.

I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers in her own.

She coughed roughly. "Nick, you have to wake up." She muttered.

"What?" I asked.

"You have to wake up, Nick!"

I frowned deeply. "Wake up!? You're telling me this is a dream?!" I yelled over the wind.

"Yes! It is!" Miley yelled back, "This is your revelation!"

"My what!?"

She groaned. "Your turning point! This is the part of life in which you decide on life changing moments. Don't make the wrong decision, Nick! Please!"

I kissed her hand. "I won't!" I called.

Another gust of wind went by and the bleachers shook. Then it collapsed on her. I heard her scream.

- -

I shot up in bed. MILEY!!!" I yelled at the top of lungs.

I turned to my right. Joe was sitting in a chair, staring at me. He then pointed a finger. "Ha! I knew you loved her! I knew it! You L.U.V Miley!" He mocked me.

I rested my hand on my chest and nodded. "Yea. I do." I agreed, breathing heavily.

Joe frowned at me.

I made the RIGHT decision, Miley. I thought, letting a smirk creep onto my face.

- The End -

A/N : so there ya have it. Did u like it? Hate it? Review.

Hmm, I think I'll do Only Hope by Swiftfoot next.

* .Niley *