Miley's Helpful Hints
Nick's afraid of heights, Selena's afraid of losing him, and Miley fears the day when he comes back to apologize. Well, it looks like everyone will be facing their fears tonight, and only one will be the hero. NILEY.

A/N: It's a joke that I'm actually on a "hiatus" right now, but I just couldn't pass up these ideas that came to me. Thanks for all the reviews on "You Saved Me", I realize it was pretty harsh, on the Jonas fan perspective, but I'm all about variety so this one is going to be a bit different. It's going to be a two-shot, in this first chapter you're going to wonder why I made Miley sound like such a you-know-what. However in the final chapter, there's going to be a turn around of emotions, major niley, so just wait for that. Also, Voices is on hold, there are two chapters left, but those won't be up for quite a bit of time (blame midterms and my lack of confidence).

I don't own anything! Not the people, not the specifics noted in here, nothing!

Problem #1: Knowing Nothing About Your Boyfriend.

"So basically, the Miley and Mandy Show loves you for life."

I smiled brightly and nudged at his side as we walked down the sidewalk together, keeping each other standing as our shoulders pressed against each other. It was dark outside, but the stars were erased by the city lights like chalk on a chalkboard, and his eyes always kept my world glowing.

"Well that's good," the brush of his fingers felt sensual, "Because I plan on making it the Miley and Mandy and Justin Show."

"Yeah alright," I replied sarcastically and shoved him playfully, "We'll see about that one."

We continued to make our way down the concrete, past the endless stores and restaurants and mindless couples who were having a Saturday night out too, just like us. Couple. It felt weird to think about it like that- I love him for being my best friend, not the guy who will give me jewelry and talk about me nonstop. I didn't need that and he didn't need that, we just needed each other but even I begin to question the fatuity of our situation. Because he's way too mature for any silly character like me and I'm surprised that he still hasn't given up faith in me. But ever since my world came crashing down, he's been the only stable boy who I can count on to just love me.

"Miley?!"

I heard a hushed shriek from behind me and whipped around to find two teenage girls, no older than me, with shocked and gleeful expressions on their faces. I walked up to them and waved shyly, "Hi girls."

"We love you so much, like you have no idea, can I have a picture with you," one asked in a rush of fanatical words and girly tones.

"Of course," I said and leaned next to them to fit behind the digital camera that was now held in the air with a wrist of dangling bracelets. The flash shot off, reflecting through the black colors of the night, but it was the sparkle in their eyes and blush in their cheeks that lightened me.

My fans, always bringing out the best in me.

"Thank you so much, Miley!"

The other girl suddenly spoke up with stifling words, "And just as a warning," she whispered, "We just spotted Nick and Selena not too long ago. So watch out."

And apparently my fans notify me of an ex-boyfriend who just so happens to be in the area. That ought to be useful.

She winked at me in attempt to reassure my blank face and skipped away with her best friend in hand. I turned around to find Justin standing as still as I was, with an eyebrow raised in speculation, and I wondered how much of that girl talk he had actually heard. I looked around at all the people, trying to take notice of anybody with curly hair or a girl with perfection written all over her face, but found no match.

"We have a bit of a problem.."

We've paid the price and now we're both alone
And if you call me, you'll find me home
I've found another, someone to take your place
Now if you don't mind, please get outta of my face

We had escaped into our planned restaurant with no spotting of them, thankfully enough, and ate our dinner at our complementary private table in the back. He made me laugh, like usual, and I made him smile, forever, and we constantly looked at each other like we were old and married and celebrating our 50th anniversary. If I was watching it, it probably would have made me sick, but nothing made me feel unhealthier than the sighting of them. And even worse when it's unexpected.

"Thanks for dinner," I said as we walked out the doors and back into the lively streets of Los Angeles. Justin didn't say anything, but the touch of his hand resting gently on my shoulder proved to be a signal of "your welcome". He was always one to speak with actions, rather than bitter words.

"Oh Lord."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at the ingurgitating site in front of my eyes. Here I had thought that I had effectively avoided them for the night, let alone my life, but as they stood right in front of me as stock-still as we were, I realized that I need to start hoping for more effective avoidances. What really stood out to be annoying to me, was not a surprise. Compared to Justin and I, we were practically in jeans and white v-necks, holding onto each other and not caring if anybody knew about it, but they were just so… unreal.

He had on dress pants with those fancy shoes and I stared at his shirt that was pushed up to his sleeves. His diabetes tag was nowhere in sight, but the ring on his finger stood out like a bullet. She was quiet and pursed, sitting in tiny black flats and skinny jeans. Her cardigan blew in the wind, opening and closing in a mocking smile, tempting me to shout out loud.

"Hi Miley," Selena spoke quietly, her eyes darting back and forth between Nick, Justin, and I.

Justin placed me aside with comforting hands and I watched him bravely approach Nick who was looking very scared of the both of us right in front of him. "Hey man, nice to meet you," Justin smiled thoughtfully, "I've heard plenty about you."

"I sure hope she wasn't too honest then," Nick let out a slight laugh but I narrowed my eyes at his fakeness and the two boys' complete comfort with each other. I wanted to know what was running through every one of their minds, so I could tell if this was just an act of courtesy or they were actually looking for peace.

"Congratulations with the whole Golden Globes thing," Nick said in direction towards a bitter me.

I crossed my arms with displeasure, "I lost."

He bounced away from my sadistic tone and insisted, "But two nominations, that's pretty awesome."

"Not as awesome as the Grammy's," I smirked harshly and that shut his mouth quickly.

"Nick," Selena interrupted quietly, "The movie's going to start soon.."

"Oh what are you guys seeing?" Justin asked intriguingly.

"The Unborn," Nick asked cautiously, unsure of the interest in what my hated ex-boyfriend and his too-good-too-be-true girlfriend were up to.

I smirked and turned to face Selena, "Make sure you're there for Nick," I whispered sarcastically, "He's a bit disturbed by scary movies.."

Selena giggled and pushed Nick playfully, "I never knew that."

I frowned at how my comment had gotten a cute response, however I could see the look of resentment in her eyes, wondering how I could have ever known something about him that she didn't. So I decided to go full charge at the enemy with caustic words and sharpened blades.

"That's unfortunate," I shrugged and began to rush my words, "I guess you've never actually been in the dark with him before, in a tour bus, while, well, never mind then, but wow, I bet you don't know a lot of things about him…"

"Okay Miley thank you," Nick broke in loudly, "Really, it's nice seeing you again but we have other plans."

He spoke with an acidic tone and he turned away with Selena at his side, leaving me with the film-reel of his rolling eyes. I watched them walk away, feeling stuck in the middle between defeat and victory, and shifted in position. I knew I was being quite the "female dog" but I had a lot of reasons, didn't I? I had previously forgotten those reasons but now, as I see them looking so perfect together, it rushed back to me in a huge sweep of the retched green monster. Jealousy. And if I was going to be stuck with that for the rest of my life, something definitely had to be done.

"Selena!" I waved as they left and I added sufficiently, "Call me when he tells you to get highlights, I know the perfect place!"

She returned a small smile, faking a welcome and probably wondering if I'd ever just go away, and I sighed acceptably. They turned the corner, hand in hand, making my stomach feel knotted and burned, and they were gone as oddly as they had came, and I turned to Justin with a satisfied look radiating in my eyes.

"Miley," Justin sighed, "Wasn't that a bit cruel?"

"Cruel? Justin please, that boy doesn't know what he's gotten himself into and I don't plan on holding back."

I shook his head at me, as if I were his little sister just trying to get revenge at a backstabber, and we walked away leaving the awkwardness of the previous moment behind. I always knew that Justin was the mature one; he was older and more sensible. But never did I ever think that Nick and Selena were too.

Maybe it wasn't the enlightening man I needed, who would cultivate me into a fine young woman.

All I needed was the sophisticated teenager, the boy who would make me blossom into that compassionate girl I thought I was..

And he makes me dizzy, and he makes me mean,

but when he arrived below my window, it was the boy I loved who was seen.

left you with a bit of a foreshadowing, huh? (and a totally lame rhyme)
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