Guysss. In this story, Joe, Kevin and Nick aren't brothers. NICK GRAY. JOE ADAMS. KEVIN DELEASA. MILEY STEWART. Kay? ; ] Hope you like ittt.

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Chapter 1

"I love you Joe, but I hate your choice of friends" I explained to my thoroughly confused friend, why I avoided him at all costs during school when I wasn't in a lesson with just him, or why I never agreed to meet him outside school unless it was on my terms.

"But you're my best friend," he argued.

"I chose you, you didn't stand a chance," I tilted my head up and pecked my lips against his cheek. He was walking me home, despite it being a full twenty minutes out of his way. That was how desperately he wanted to ask me that question.

"But you like Zac and you don't seem to mind Jason or Kevin..."

"Oh, did I say plural?" I fluttered my eyelashes innocently.

"So it's just Nick?"

"Yes"

"Nick Gray who all girls adore?"

"Yep, that one."

"Nick Gray who you have a fat crush on and want to jump?"

I saw what he was trying to do. Clever for Joe if that was the case.

"Nope, not that one. Definitely the one I despise enough to wish ill-fortune on."

Joe sighed, looking defeated. He pushed his glasses up from halfway down his nose and seemed to lose interest in pestering me. We fell into a silence, but I was with Joe, so I was already waiting for him to cut the absence of speech short.

"So it's actually not sexual tension?" Joe asked

I sighed, meeting with his eyes. Hoping mine clearly showed my increasing agitation. "It isn't even that. Pure hatred."

"Damn," Joe snapped his fingers "I was hoping you two could be the key characters in a moving trashy romance novel."

I laughed, knowing he wasn't even joking. He was too lame in that type of way. He really did eat liters of Ben and Jerry ice cream in front of classic films after a break up, he genuinely wants me and Nick to realize we don't detest each other and that we want to screw each other senseless and he definitely cares about Paris Hilton's episodes too much.

"When you get home, turn on the TV and I bet you'll see what you're looking for in fiction. There is a place for fiction and the only place you find it in reality Joe, get this, is fictional sources."

"When you say smart things like that, worded so nicely too, it actually puts me right in the mood," Joe wiggled his eyebrows suggestively

I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm playfully. We stopped walking by a patch of grass with a solitary tree in the middle of the island surrounded by tarmac. We looked at each other, then sat down in unison, knowing it wasn't quite time to go our separate ways yet. Joe loosened his tie and undid his top button on his standard uniform shirt. I just removed the blue blazer that was the vain of my school life, exposing my rosy porcelain arms to the gentle sun rays.

"Seriously though Mi, you and Nick are very similar,"

"What's with all the Nick talk Joe?" I groaned, growing extremely tedious of the seconds of my life that were being contaminated by the mentioning and the thought of him.

"You're my two closest friends. It makes life easier if you two could just get along." he paused "Did you know that Nick shares your love for music and written text?"

I snorted in disbelief. "I'm sorry, but I doubt it." Somebody so self resolving as him couldn't have the same appreciation or gratitude for something as beautiful and complex. The only beautiful thing he likes is what he sees in mirrors and the girls that throw themselves at his feet.

"I don't know what your opinion of him is based on, but you don't give him half the credit he deserves." Joe continued to press the situation. The way he was talking, he should have been wearing a "I NJG" badge.

"Do you say the same to him about me? He isn't exactly welcoming to me is he? I don't see him being a civil human being to me."

Joe turned his head away from my questioning glance. This told me he didn't anyway. Probably because he knew Nick was a lost cause to change his opinions. Well, so am I when it comes to that boy.

"I better get home Joe. I need to attend to my siblings." I bent over and kissed his cheek before getting up and dusting off my skirt from any grass strands that might have attached themselves to the fabric. Double checking I had everything that belonged to me, I began to walk away from the boy still sitting.

I went up a pathway, leading to a house. I knocked twice, and threw a quick glance over my shoulder to the patch of grass. He had fell onto his back to stare at the sky. He would be there for another ten minutes at least.

The door opened and I stepped inside my house, kicking off my shoes immediately. I pushed the door to a close behind me and walked into the living room. Glued to the television screen were my sister and brother. No signs of movement from either of them. Not even bothering to give me acknowledgement. However they weren't bickering, so I wasn't in a position to complain.

I went up to the solitude of my room, where I could be alone with just my thoughts for the first time today. I flicked my computer on, and while I waited, I picked up my copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream to read and annotate for revision notes. My phone rang. I expected to see Joe flashing on the screen, but it was Selena.

"Hey Sel."
"Hiya hun. You okay?"
"Yeah thanks, you?"
"That's good, are you still with Joe?"
"Errr, no."
"Oh. Alright. I have to go, my mom's calling me, Bye. Love ya."

She hadn't fallen for Joe. She wasn't curious about him, but instead she sought as much information out about Nick as possible. I did believe it was Joe she liked for a short while, and was ecstatic since my male friend held a torch for her. Until her recent comment. "You're so lucky to be close to Joe" "Why?" "Because you can easily get close to Nick."

Everybody but me adored him. Often I found myself searching for something remotely charming about him- but I've never succeeded. I find myself wanting to see what everyone loved about him, because like Joe said, life would be simpler.

We bickered. He tormented me. In fact, he is mostly in the blame for our "situation"

"Miley!" I heard Noah shriek from downstairs.

I ran, not knowing what to expect from the two of them being left alone. I have no doubt, that the two of them were capable of seriously harming each other.

But no. I flew down the stairs and she had no blood or scratch marks. In fact, Braison was still in the living room. Noah was waving around a piece of paper, before thrusting it into my hands.

"What's the point? You're not listening."

It was scrawled onto the scrap piece of lined paper. The only other thing on it was my name.

I folded it in half and clenched it in the palm of my hand. Pushing it to the back of my mind. I made a mental note not to dwell on it currently. I would wait until I received more things similar to it. I knew this wasn't a one-time thing. This was part of a jigsaw.

That's when I realized no idiot wrote it. Lyrically speaking, the words knitted together perfectly. It could possibly be the work of a genius.