Sixteen year-old Demi Torres let out a long, frustrated sigh. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in her best friend's bedroom contemplating the events that had taken place in these past two days. The never-ending drama and her busy schedule all piled on top of the lack of sleep she'd received in the past month resulted in one thing; that being a migraine the size of her home-state, Texas. Rubbing her temples, she profusely tried to push away all thoughts of herself, being the selfless friend she always strove to be. Miley desperately needed her at a time like this, and she would be there for her, no matter what the circumstances. The very circumstances that could possibly put both of the young girl's lives and careers into a downward spiral of turmoil and chaos.

Miley Stewart was pregnant; three months pregnant to exact. She had found out two months prior, and since struggled to keep the secret of her growing belly between her and her dark haired friend. So while Miley was currently emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet in the adjoining bathroom, Demi was sitting quietly, lost in her wandering thoughts.

Demi POV

Holy shit. How on earth did I get myself into this situation? I love Miley with all my heart but the fact that she was stupid enough to get pregnant by Mr. Purity Ring himself breaks my heart. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging her. All of us Disney 'poster children' have our goody two shoes front with only one rule, and even the company knows it. We don't get caught. We do whatever we want, or in Selena's case, whoever we want, and keep it under wraps. Nobody talks, nobody inquires. Miley and Nick have been dating on and off for God knows how long, and in my opinion, they really love each other. I'm kind of jealous, because I've had no such luck in that department. Not when I'm completely and helplessly in love with---

"I'm gonna tell him."

No POV

Startled, and somewhat annoyed from being so abruptly brought out of her thoughts, Demi looked up to find a somewhat flustered Miley leaning against the door frame. "Tell who?" she inquired, not completely aware of what she was talking about.

Miley bit her lip and whispered, "Nick…"

Demi frowned, the tone of Miley's voice having been slightly below an audible whisper, too quiet for her to catch. "What?"

"Nick!" she said, a little louder this time. Her friend frowned, back in deep thought. After a pregnant pause, she slowly began to nod.

"As well you should…"

"That's it?" Miley asked, frowning. She had expected a little more of a response from her maybe even an objection. But the four word sentence completely caught her off-guard.

Demi sighed. Patting the spot on the bed next to her for Miley to sit she then nodded. "Yeah I guess, I mean don't you think you should?" Miley walked across the room, lightly pounced on the bed and turned to Demi as she continued, "It's his baby too he has a right to know. It's kind of mean that you've kept it from him all this time".

Miley groaned and flopped backwards on her large queen-sized bed, pushing Demi as she fell. "I hate when you're always right." Demi giggled, falling back on the bed with her and pulling her into a warm hug. She grinned her famous day brightening smile, lightening the glum atmosphere that hung thick in the air.

"Yeah, me too."

"I'll never let you go, if you promise not to fade away, never fade away"

"EVERYBODY MAKES MISTAKES! EVERYBODY HAS THOSE DAYS, EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT, WHAT IM TALKING BOUT, EVERYBODY GETS THAT WAY. YEAH!"

Nick Gray grudgingly trudged down the stairs that Saturday morning, mentally cursing the source of the noise that dared wake him up before noon on his day off. He entered the living room, still clad in his pajamas, his hair in its usual curly mess on top of his head. Rolling his eyes, he sat on the couch to observe the entertaining sight.

"Joe, what the hell are you doing?"

His older brother briefly stopped his frantic dancing around the living room, turning his attention to Nick. "Frank the Tank challenged me to every single song on 'Sing It!'." He paused glancing over at the preoccupied seven year-old. "As you can see, I own."

Nick snorted. "Really? 'Cause while you feed your ego, you missed half of the first verse and looks like Frankie just passed your score."

Gasping, Joe picked up the mic and continued singing loudly, resuming his oddly feminine dance moves. Nick rolled his us while pulling his vibrating blackberry out of his pocket. He grinned, seeing a picture of his girlfriend and hit the answer button.

"Morning beautiful!"

"Wow you're awfully chipper this morning."

Nick grinned. "Only after hearing your voice."

She rolled her eyes yawning and saying, "You hadn't heard my voice yet dumbo." After a pause, she frowned. "Is that me singing in the background?"

He chuckled. "Joe, Frankie, and a little game called Sing It!. Don't ask…"

"Oh God, I won't." Miley bit her lip, chewing on her fingernail. "Listen, I have something really important I need to tell you. Do you mind meeting me at the park in an hour?"

Nick frowned, noting the change in her voice, "Yeah of course, is everything alright?"

"Yeah just meet me okay? Bye." She hung up, not waiting for an answer. She had to prepare what she was going to say.