Miley's POV
I rolled off of him to his side, breathing heavily, as Nick Jonas and I finished another night of meaningless sex. Well, meaningless to him, anyway. To him, I'm just a quick fuck when he's feeling vulnerable, or hurt from his selfish, conceited, lying, cheating ex-girlfriend, Selena. No matter what she does to him, he loves her. I guess it's very similar to my situation. No matter how many times he uses me, I'll forever be in love with him.
Nick's POV
As Miley rolled off of me , I got up and got dressed. Thank God I have someone who is willing to have sex, whenever I need it. I'm just so upset. Selena has a new boyfriend that she feels she needs to flaunt in front of me, and I needed a way to cope. When I'm in that sort of position, Miley's just a phone call away. The feeling of assurance that the sex gives me unfortunately, is only temporary, though. The next day, I doubt everything again. Selena just has this power over me, and she knows it. She's hurt me so many times but, every time she apologizes, I forgive her. Whether she means it or not, I take her back. She never means it, though. She'll never mean it but, I can't help it.
Miley's POV
Nick got up, got dressed, and left the house, without a word, as always. He's never stayed the night. He'll never stay the night. I'm just going to have to deal with that, though. I'll just sit back, love from afar, and let him use me for his temporary medicine, like the pathetic, love blinded, teenage girl that I am. Can you imagine? Love is actually a beautiful, mutual, and amazing feeling for some people. That's the hardest thing for me to imagine, since love is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.