A/N: I Don't own the characters, except for Sadie and Christina (who appear later). I own the plot, but none of the songs.
Oh and throughout the entire story, Leslie will be on Miley's side no matter what. She's the only one who has faith in Miley and never doubts her. Just…fyi!
Chapter 1
Miley P.O.V.
My name is Destiny Hope Cyrus. Better known as Miley Cyrus or Hannah Montana, daughter of Billy Ray, friend to many famous people. I have my own CD out, 2 soundtracks out, my own TV show, and I am currently on tour with my friends The Jonas Brothers, Emily, and Leslie.
Emily and I go way back. Basically, we met at auditions for Hannah Montana. We were paired together for auditions and hit it off immediately. We run lines together all the time, and she is ALWAYS at my house. She is a sister to me. I love her to death. She is dating Kevin Jonas, who is like an older brother to me.
Kevvy and I have gotten really close. He is the eldest of the Jonas Clan, and is always watching out for me. He is so romantic too! Emily tells me the things he does for her…that boy is good!
Leslie. My best friend. My life. My other half. The cheese to my Macaroni. Best friends since age 2. We did cheerleading together, we sang together, and when I moved out to L.A., she came with. We rarely fight, we always say and do the same things. We even look alike! We are basically sisters separated at birth. We spend every waking hour together, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Les is dating Joe.
Joe is the middle boy of the Jonas Clan. He is the lead singer of the Jonas Brothers, though the others sing as well. He likes to play the tambourine. That boy never ceases to amaze me. He's the cute funny one, and boy does he play that title well. He constantly has me rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off.
Lastly, Nicky. Nick Jonas. The first boy I've fallen in love with, the first boy that I've cared for more than myself, the boy that I have liked for a consecutive 2 years. But does he know? NO! He thinks of us as best friends. And I mean, who am I kidding. I'd rather be the best friend, than not be in his life at all. It's just so hard. Seeing him around other girls KILLS ME. I want to be with him, to hold his hand, and kiss him. But I'm guessing he doesn't, because he's had ample opportunity.
The tour had been going well. So well, in fact, that I would call it the best time of my life.
However, that took a turn for the worse on December 16th. The worst day of my life. The day it all started to go downhill. Now, I'm sitting here, in this dark attic of my dad's tour bus (A/N: I know tour buses don't have attics, but this one does for the sake of the story) wrapped in a blanket, crying myself to sleep. I wish things could've ended differently, but they aren't. They haven't. Don't get me wrong-I'm not suicidal or anything. But I am depressed. How can things change so drastically in the blink of an eye? One minute, we are laughing and joking, and the next im being screamed at and blamed for things I didn't do. I don't understand what I did to deserve this.
And the worst part of it all? I need my friends. I need them now more than ever. While this whole ordeal was taking place, my mother passed away. No one has been there for me. And its not something that is easy to go through on your own.
I just wish someone cared.
