Sorry it took a little bit. I've been super busy with soccer. This is now going to be story. YAY!! I'll try to get chapters out as quick as possible, but it takes me a while to write things because I take it too seriously and try to write it just the right way. So, hopefully you like it! =D

"She's alive!!" Demi screeched, jumping up from her chair and giving me a hug.

"Hi." I gave a tiny smile.

I talked with everyone for a little but. Then Demi and Selena left to do a promotional photoshoot for PPP and Mandy went to rehearse with the Beach Girl5. My mom, Brandi, Nick, and I were the only one's left.

"So, now that Miley's out of her room, what are you guys going to do, Nick?" Brandi asked.

"I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something. If it's okay of course," he replied.

I looked up at my mommy. Please say no, please say no, please say no I thought to myself. Make her say that it'd be much better if we just hung out at our house. Make her tell him that I shouldn't go out in public right now. Make her…

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," my mom decided.

So much for people letting me do what I want cuz I'm heartbroken. I was forcefully plucked from the comforts of my home and shoved into Nick's Mustang. I sighed and looked out the window.

"You know, if you really don't want to go out to lunch, we can chill at my house or something," Nick suggested, knowing I wasn't all too thrilled about what was going on.

"No, going out to lunch is fine." I really didn't think it was fine, but I knew my mom really wanted me to. And she'd know if I didn't because of the paparazzi. I continued to gaze out the window, checking out my surroundings as we inched our way down the highway.

"Okay. Where do wanna eat?"

"I don't know, the Village Idiot."

"Alright." He took out his iPod and plugged it in. "Are The Killers still your favorite?"

"Yeah."

Brandon Flowers' voice soon filled the car. I smiled and faced forward again, content with the music choice.

It took a while to get there. We were stuck in lunch hour traffic. I'm not sure if that's actually a type of traffic, but we're in LA, there's always traffic. We didn't talk much, just listened to the music, Nick drumming his fingertips on the steering wheel to the beat. When we got to the restaurant, we were immediately attacked by a hoard of paparazzi.

"Miley! Where's Justin??!!"

FLASH FLASH FLASH

"Did you guys break up??!!"

FLASH FLASH FLASH

"Is Niley together again??!!"

FLASH FLASH FLASH

I kept my eyes glued to the ground, swiftly walking towards the entrance. As soon as we were safely inside and the excessive flashing had stopped, I let out the breath I had been holding since I got out of the car.

"Little overwhelming right now?" Nick questioned quietly, touching my arm lightly. I nodded.

The hostess person came up to us. "How many?"

"Table for two," Nick responded politely.

"Right this way," the hostess instructed, leading us to our table. She seemed unfazed by the fact that we were 'Niley' on a date. But she was like 40, so I doubt she was in the loop of the tween world. And that's a good thing. We got to the table. The hostess handed us our menus and left us to our meal decisions.

"The roast chicken sounds really good. What do you think you're gonna get?" Nick asked.

I scanned over the menu. "I think the romaine salad."

He gave me an odd look. "You hate salad."

"You don't know that. Maybe my taste buds have changed."

He shook his head slightly. "Whatever you say Milez."

It got kinda quiet after that. I didn't have much to say. Neither did Nick. He always chooses his words carefully, thinking them over thoroughly before saying them aloud. He used to let me do most of the talking, putting things in when he felt they were needed. Since I'm not exactly in a 'chatting' mood, we've now been left with an awkward silence. The conversation began to unfold once we got our food.

Nick's chicken looked delicious, while my salad looked like a plate of leaves. I know that is technically what salad is, but it just didn't look appetizing. While Nick dug into his savory meal, I twirled my fork around the bowl, pushing all the vegetables in a circle.

"You gonna eat that?" Nick asked with a mouthful of food.

"Chew, swallow, then ask me again," I instructed, stabbing a carrot.

Nick did as he was told and asked again. "Are you going to eat that or are you just going to sit there and poke at it?"

"I'm not that hungry," I lied.

"You haven't eaten yet today though," he commented, cramming more meat in his mouth.

I gave in and placed a forkful of lettuce in my mouth. Nick was right before, I hate salad with a passion. I like carrots and dressing, but that's it. I absolutely despise lettuce and I don't know why. I just find it icky. And I forgot to order dressing to help me stomach it all. The taste of plain lettuce was pretty much unbearable. I swear I almost gagged. I grabbed my napkin and spit out the nasty green wad. (A/N: I hate lettuce)

"So, I'm guessing your taste buds have remained the same."

I nodded sheepishly, putting my napkin back on the table.

"Wanna switch lunches?"

"Yes please."

We switched plates and the intense conversation started.

"Why would you order a salad if you knew you hated it?"

I shrugged. "It was healthy."

"That's dumb."

"Maybe I'm trying to pick up better eating habits," I defended. I knew where this was going to lead.

"That doesn't have to anything with Justin, does it? Did he say you needed to go on a diet or something?" Would you look at that? I'm psychic.

I suddenly found myself absorbed in studying the 'intricate' patterns on the plain white table cloth. This was the topic I was trying to avoid.

"I'll take that as a yes. Care to explain what happened?"

I brought my head up, looking at him. "I don't know."

"Have you told anyone what's happened yet?"

"Not the whole story." I had told my mom, Brandi, and Mandy small pieces of it. I really hadn't felt like spilling everything.

"Don't you think you'll feel better if you tell someone all of it?"

"Probably."

"Well, I'm all ears Smilez."

"Well…."

Flashback to 2weeks before

Justin and I were at the mall. He was helping me shop for new outfits I could take to Europe with me. I was going to promote the Hannah Montana Movie later in April. We were in Pac Sun and I was trying on jeans. I found these super cute red skinny jeans. I found them in a size three and went right to the dressing room. I slid them on but I couldn't get them to button. They were too small.

"Justin?" I called.

"Yeah Milez?" He was standing right outside the dressing room, waiting for me like the sweetheart he was.

"Can you get me these in the next size?" I asked, handing him the jeans.

"Wow Milez. You must have been putting on weight. Maybe you should go on a diet."

I'm pretty sure he was joking so I shook off his comment and continued my little shopping spree. I ended up not buying the jeans though. They made me look like the Teletubby, Po, no matter what size I tried them in.

Fast forward to a couple days before the current situation

Justin just texted me. He wants to meet at Starbucks to talk about something. It was probably about when he wanted to record next or just to talk. We haven't gotten to do that in a while because I've been pretty busy. I didn't really want to get up from my current position on my bed because I didn't feel good. My little 'friend' was visiting and I had super bad cramps. He really wanted to talk so I slid on some old sweatpants and drove to Starbucks.

"Well, you're making this easy for me," Justin commented when I greeted him.

Not the hug I expected. I was confused. Justin looked angry. I don't think I did anything to him. "What are you talking about?" I sat down on the comfy chair opposite him.

"I've been thinking, we should break up."

"What?!"

"You've got me a record deal and plenty of press attention which is good. But then I realized that I had what I wanted and I didn't need you anymore."

"What the hell Justin?" Okay… what the FUCK was this kid talking about?

"Let's put it this way. You're not very pretty and you're not very bright. You're kinda chubby and I think I can do much better. I'm so glad we had this talk. Bye." Quoting from A Cinderella Story and adding words to break up with me. What a bastard. I slapped him across the face and ran back to my car. I drove home, went straight to my room, and cried.

End Of Flashback

"I'm sorry Miley," Nick said when I had finished.

"It's okay. You were right. It felt good telling someone all of it. Thanks for listening."

"No problem. You ready to go?"

"Yeah."

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