Summary: You were the game creator and I was the player. I guess you never expected to fall in love somewhere along the way, did you?

Miley Stewart (LEGAL!) was only thirteen when she became one of the world's biggest pop stars. However, she was young and naive. She was a girl still searching for her-self, nobody really ever understood that. Now, she's the sixteen year old whose new reference is "slut" or the "next Britney Spears." If only people knew how much their words hurt. She puts on a brave face, but behind the fake smiles is a girl with a broken heart. One that will never be healed. She was scarred with the memories and the feelings about a certain curly haired, brown eyed boy.

They had begun dating in 2006, things were going great. Or at least she thought, until that cold December night in 2007.

"Miley," He asked as he walked into her dressing room "can we talk?"

"Sure!" She smiled at her boyfriend.

"Look Miley, you're a great person, and I really do love you, I do. But, we can't see each other anymore." The boy looked away and whispered "I'm sorry" and walked out of the dressing room leaving behind a broken hearted girl who would never be the same.

Miley sat up in bed sweating, she had done it again. Why did she keep having this same dream? Why couldn't she just forget about him? Simple, she loved him. She always will. He was the love of her life, he always had been. Ever since she had read his interview in 2006 and learned that she was his celebrity crush, she had been in love with him. She thought he loved her too, but people never really turn out to be who you think they really are. He was just another typical boy; he wanted his fame more than he wanted her, so much for promises. The teen began to cry in her bed, she missed him; she needed him, but was he here? No. He was never there, and he will never be there. It took her a long time to realize that, but she finally had. He had begun breaking promises long before they every broke up. She was just too blinded by her love for him she hadn't noticed.

She sighed as she looked at the clock, today was the start of the Send It On music video shooting, she was going to have to see him again in less than three hours. She got out of bed and went into her bathroom to take a shower, and three hours later she was arriving at the set. She took a deep breath as she pushed open the doors to the building. Why was she so nervous? It's not like she hadn't seen him since the breakup, but this time was different. This time she was going to have to interact with him, and sing with him, and pretend like she didn't hate him. This actually wouldn't be too hard considering she was still madly in love with him. However, he had moved on to Miss Selena Gomez (I know I used her real name, sorry!) Her so called best friend, who on the night of the breakup was badmouthing him like no tomorrow, only to turn around TWO WEEKS later and date him. Let's just say that Selena and Miley are not friends anymore…..not even close. Selena had turned into a real fame whore. (Don't hate me, I love Selena! Just writing my story here!) We had made a promise when we were younger that we would never date the others ex-boyfriend, but I guess promises don't mean much to anybody anymore. Miley sighed as she walked into her dressing room and began to do her hair and make-up. She had decided she was going to make sure she looked great, show everybody that she was doing okay without them, that they hadn't broken her when really she was so close to her cracking point, one simple thing could push her to the end. Miley had never been one to hurt her-self, but lately she hadn't been able to come up with a reason to live anymore.

Miley walked out onto the stage and saw everybody else was already out there, the three Jonas' were all gathered around Selena laughing and talking and Demi was off to the side strumming on the guitar. Miley decided to go join Demi since the two of them were actually really good friends since Selena and Demi had, had a huge fight and no longer got along.

"Hi Dems!"

"Heyy Smiles! How's it going?" Demi replied cheerfully.

"I've been better…." Miley trailed off glancing at the Jonas' and Selena laughing at one of Joe's obnoxious jokes. Miley felt the tug at her heart, that used to be her. It used to be her they were always hanging around, she used to be the ticket to their fame, she used to be their best friend. Not her.

"I know Miles, it'll be okay though. I promise."

"I don't believe in promises anymore Demi."

Demi sighed and hugged her best friend. "If only they knew what they had done to you, they wouldn't act like this Miley, but because you're so strong they think you're okay."

"I'm only strong when I have to be, nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors, not even you." And with that Miley walked off the set and sat in her dressing room and began to cry. This was going to be a long day.

****Disclaimer: I own nothingggg! Ahhhhh! I'm so excited to write this story, and I know I deleted my other ones but that is because I want to start over with all of my stories. I think I have really changed as a writer. I have big plans for this story (jumps and squeals)! Review please! It means a lot!****