Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.

"Wait, Nick!" I ran down the sidewalk trying to catch up to him. Fast boy, I tell you. He stopped.

"Yes?" he asked, turning around. As always, he had a huge smile on his face. He said I had the effect on him.

"You left your phone at my house." I handed him his iPhone and he laughed.

"You probably hid it so you could have an excuse to come running after me."

"Actually, this time, you left it yourself. I was too busy to hide your phone." I smiled at him, his smile was contagious.

He laughed. "Busy doing what? Staring at me?" he joked. We were an odd pair. I was loud and obnoxious, he was quiet and reserved. But honestly, opposites attract.

"Well I just came to give you your phone… the phone... which is in your hand now." His smile never left, nor did mine.

"I should get going, it's late. My mom will be worrying, you know her. Worry monster." Nick liked to use my words. Like worry monster, which was my combination.

"Alrighty. Have a nice night, today was fun." As was every day spent him, though I'd never tell him that.

"Yeah, so, goodnight." He smiled and turned back around and started to walk away. I walked away in the opposite direction.

"Miley?" I turned around and Nick was facing me again. "I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too. Goodnight, Nick. See you tomorrow, okay? It's my turn to come over your house. Twelve?"

"Twelve it is. I'll be looking forward to it. I'll be home alone tomorrow, so just let yourself in. You might scare me to death if you knock." He smiled and turned back around, we both walked away smiling.

I never thought I'd meet someone like Nick. He was something special, my Prince Charming.

We did this every weekend when we were both free (which nowadays was rare). I loved it, it was our time. If we were playing a weird game or just talking, it was our special time.

I truly did care about Nick, I loved everything about him, even his few flaws. He was the peanut butter and I was the jelly, perfect match. And that was probably the cheesiest thing I have ever thought in my life and ever will think.

I smiled to myself as I punched in the code to get past the gate that guarded our home. If I was Hannah Montana in the twenties, we'd have an old mule protecting the house with a sign strapped on him saying "Do Not Enter".

People would listen to the mule. But no, this is now. Paparazzi are mentally insane; they'd kill to get a picture of a celebrity's thumb.

I don't understand why they follow me. I mean, I'm Miley. I'm no Madonna or Jennifer Lopez or Beyoncé, for crying out loud. Why follow me?

As I was thinking this, I turned around and saw a camera lens in the bushes. How classy. I waved a sarcastic wave and closed the gate.

Tomorrow the tabloids would read "Miley's late night with Nick Jonas." I would bet you cash on that.

I walked up the eleven stairs that led to my part of the house, which was my bedroom. I was surprisingly exhausted. I opened the door and walked in to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

I turned out the light and got into my unmade bed. I pulled the covers over my head and fell asleep.

-

I yawned and turned over, falling off the bed with a big thud. I got up quickly and blinked a few times. Yeah, I was still alive.

I picked up the covers I took along with me and put them back on the bed. I looked for my bedside clock to see the time, but couldn't find it. Turns out I took that with me too. I picked it up and put it back on the bedside table.

It was 11:28 AM, I over slept. I rushed to get ready, throwing on a Metro Station shirt and some random sweat pants.

By time I did that, it was 11:34. I went over to my stack of movies and looked through them. A movie would be nice, I guess.

The Notebook, too long. A Walk to Remember, too emotional. Dora the Explorer, how in the world did that get there? I couldn't find a movie at all. I kept looking and finally found something funny: Blades of Glory.

I slipped on a pair of shoes and went down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was in there cleaning out the fridge which she did every week.

You see, she has Braison as a child. She has to clean the fridge weekly. Once she found a sock in there…

"Morning, Miley." She never turned around from her mission of cleaning the fridge. My mother…

"Ello mom-o." I scanned the pantry for the popcorn. Bingo. "What are you doing today?" she asked.

"Going over to Nick's. It's so great that we both are off this weekend, isn't it?" I smiled, walking out of the pantry.

"Don't be out too late, be home for dinner. Your dad decided he wanted to make chicken nachos tonight and you know none of us want to object to that."

"Oh mommy," I laughed, "I wouldn't miss chicken nachos for Braz in a pink dress. See you later."

"Have fun, sweetheart. Tell Nick I said hey." Mom turned away from her fridge duty to kiss my forehead.

"You work those yellow gloves, momma!" I laughed and walked out the kitchen door, which led right to the gate.

I walked out the gate and it looked like the paparazzi had woken up. How did they even know I was going out?

"Where are you going Miley? Movie night?" One of the guys, Danny asked taking a picture.

"Yup. Blades of Glory and buttered popcorn. Yummy." I laughed. I liked talking to the paparazzi, I actually made friends with some of them. Like Danny, someone said he lived around here, so I saw him a lot.

"Who are you going to watch it with, Miley?" Here come the questions.

"My friend and this popcorn, hopefully an iced tea… I really don't want to make it myself, I hope his mom bought Snapple again."

"His? A guy friend? Who is it Miley?" Everyone started asking and hounding… again.

"Yeah, my friend. Well, this is my stop." They all had shocked expressions.

"This is the Jonas house! Kevin, Nick or Joe?! All three?" Everyone was buzzing now. Thank God there were only like five guys, easy to ask to leave.

"Guys, have a nice day. Please don't try anything." I put in the code to the gate power-walked in and pushed it closed and smiled into one of the guys cameras- face on. "Bye Danny."

"Tell them we said hi!" Danny exclaimed as I walked away. I got up to the door and let myself in, like Nick requested.

He wasn't anywhere around, so I went up the stairs to see if he was in his bedroom. I heard the TV coming from his room. Yeah, he was in there.

I was about half way through the door when I heard a voice. Not Nick's, not the TV's, Selena Gomez's. I decided just to listen and see what was going on.

"Nick, you're so adorable." I could not believe what I was hearing. Then again, everyone thinks Nick is adorable, including me…

"Look who's talking, you're pretty adorable yourself." Now this I couldn't believe. No one thinks Selena is adorable, I mean seriously.

I poked my head sort of past the door not enough for them to see me, but enough for me to see them.

They were sitting on the blue couch in Nick's room, cuddled up. I couldn't believe it.

"How adorable?" Selena was such a freaking whore! How dare she, I felt like turning the corner and ripping out her weave.

"So adorable I could just kiss you." No… no... This wasn't real. Nightmare, right? Very funny! I tried to wake up, but I wasn't sleeping.

She moved closer, their lips were almost touching and my tears were almost coming.

"Selena, I can't do this." Nick pushed away and sat back. "It's not fair to Miley."

"Forget her, don't start acting like you actually care about her!" Selena was mad, as well was I.

"Selena, I can't help it. She cares about me, she cares about me a lot. And I feel bad." He should feel bad.

She grabbed his shirt and practically forced herself onto him. But he didn't resist. His hand found its way to the back of her neck. Selena ran her fingers through his hair.

She pulled away. "Never mind about Miley." Nick's smile disturbed me. He smiled as if he actually enjoyed this; breaking my heart. I couldn't take it anymore, the tears were already dripping from my face.

"Nick…" I came into the room fully and Nick put his head in his hands, as if he were going to cry. "I cannot begin to tell you how badly you've just hurt me, you don't know how much I seriously want to injure you."

"Miley, you didn't read my text?" He still didn't look up at me.

"What text?" I was confused now, I never got a text… then again I never checked my phone.

"I told you not to come over, that something came up." He did not just say that. Something came up?

"Excuse me? Something came up? Nick have you lost your mind? How the hell could you do this to me? I thought you loved me… You said you did. I believed you, but you go behind my back and do this? Nick, I trusted you! How long has this been going on?" I screamed.

"3 and a half months." Selena answered for him with obvious pride in her voice.

"Don't you even think you can talk. How could you do this? I know we aren't friends- we defiantly aren't now- but we were getting there. You know how much…" I broke down into heavy sobs. "I loved him." I manage to get out.

The crying was getting worse, it was turning into hysterics. "I can't believe you would do this, Nick." I cried.

It was getting bad, I couldn't help it. I was in total shock. I wouldn't expect this from Nick.

I was crying so badly, I hardly noticed the pair of arms that wrapped around me. I opened my eyes and saw Nick. I pushed him away.

"Miley I'm so sorry. Selena's gone. She's gone, I'm sorry. I love you not her. Please Miley, forgive me." He practically begged.

I shook my head. I felt so confused, so lost. Nick was mine for all this time, so I thought. I'd been sharing him with Selena Gomez.

"Do you love me?" What kind of question was that, Nick?

"Yeah." I answered honestly.

"Will you give me a second chance?"

"No." I pushed past him and walked out the door. He ran after me. "Miley, please!"

"No! Just- just leave me alone!" I exclaimed. I turned around to face him once I was down the stairs. "I don't know how you could do this. I'm serious, I'm not only sorry for myself, I'm sorry for you. You don't know what you just lost."

Since I was walking backward, I tripped over a shoe. "Shit. You know what, I'm leaving now." I turned back around and wiped my eyes, trying to look like I hadn't just had a breakdown.

I opened the door and walked out, slamming it in Nick's face.

The paparazzi were outside. Great, I have to face this. I prayed that they wouldn't notice as I walked down the steps. This was probably past praying for.