Okay guys. I really hope you like this one. I was listening to the song F**cking Perfect by P!nk, and this kind of just came to me. If you don't like it, I wont continue. Review if you like it, or don't, whatever. TEEhEE(:

I walked down the path, looking for my bestfriend. A boy named Nick, Nick Jonas, who I was secretly inlove with.

"Miley!" I heard someone call from behind me.

Turning around, I spotted Nick. A smile capturing my face immediatly, but when I saw the look on his face, my smile quickly transformed into a frown.

I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a quick hug before releasing him. "Whats wrong, Nick?" I asked.

He scratched his arm, looking down. I thought I saw a shadow on his eye, and if it was anybody else, I would have ignored it. But, it wasn't anybody else.

"He hit you again." It wasn't a question, I knew.

He just nodded silently. I gently took his face in my hands and made him look at me, I moved one of my hands to his eye and he winced. "Nick," I started. "You have to tell somebody."

He slapped my hands away. "Yeah, and who would care? Nobody cares about me."

I narrowed my eyes, taking his hand and leading him over to a bench. "I care Nick." I said, looking over at him as we sat down.

He was looking at me too, holding my gaze. "I know that, Mi. Thats why I tell you. But, nobody else would care. And, I can't blame them."

I scooted closer to him on the bench, letting go of his hand and putting my arm around his broad shoulders. "Of course people would care, Nick. At least tell Debbie. You know she'd care. I can't let this keep happening, if you don't tell somebody, I will."

Debbie was our schools guidance counsler. She let me and Nick call her by her first name, instead of Mrs. Atonya. She took a special interest in me and Nick, and set up group sessions for Nick, her, and I every Monday.

He put his face in his hands. "But, what can she do? He'd find me. And, and I don't want to be taken away from everything. I can't leave my mom alone. I can't leave Frankie." He dropped his hands and turned his face in my direction, looking me in the eyes again. "I can't leave you."

I used my hand that wasn't around him to wipe a tear that was slowing starting to trail down his face. At least, I think it was a tear, it may have just been a rain drop, considering it was pouring.

"He wouldn't be able to get you, Nick. And they wouldn't take you away, they'd take him away. They'd lock him up." I paused, not sure if I should continue, but figured I had to get it out. "Especially after what he did to Kevin and Joe. And, Nick, I can't let that happen to you."

I regretted saying that as soon as I saw the pain cross his face. "I-I can't do it, Miley."

I stood up, my arm leaving the semi-embrace I was holding him in. "Then I will." I said, as I started walking away.

He grabbed my hand. "I have a better idea, but you have to do it with me."

I nodded, finally hoping Nick would get the help he needed.

"Miley, you have to promise to do it with me." he said, looking extremely serious.

If he was telling someone, I'd do anything for him. "I promise, Nick."

He took a deep breathe, and squeezed my hand tighter. "Run away with me."