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BTW this is sort of a filler chapter. Kind of explains everything.

Chapter Four

I could pick up all your tears
throw em in your backseat
leave with
out a second glance
somehow i'm to blame
for this never-ending racetrack you call life

Miley POV

"Well, it started about twenty years before We were born," I said with a bitter laugh "You see my mom, and Denise were best friends. And my dad, and Kevin the first, were best friends as well. In university, Denise and Kevin started dating, and when they got serious they introduced my parents. After marriage they stayed really close, through out everythingthey worked together. So, when my Dad got discovered, and my mom became his manager, Mr and Mrs Gray would treat me and My older brother Jackson as their own kids," I said really quickly, all in one breathe almost

"So, as we grew up, we got closer. Jason and Kevin, since they have so many years on me always looked at me as a little sister, While Nate. Nate was a different case. We'd been really close since we were able to speak. And soon we progressed to being really close, to really good friends, to best friends, and than to something more. By the time we were nine everyone at school already said we were dating, and by age ten we really were. Well, sort of, he wrote "Just Friends" for me. Yepp, he wrote just friends at age TEN!," I laughed. It really hurt to talk about this. But Mitchie Is an amazing friend, and it wouldn't be fair to her unless I gave her the full truth.

"I was honestly on cloud nine, my boyfriend was my best friend. I had Four great brothers, Jackson ,Jason, Shane , and Frankie. And my parents, their career was at an all time high. And then at the speed of light it all came crashing down," I said. My heart hurt just thinking about it

"My, my mom died," I said and then I was no longer able of holding back my tears. "And when I thought it couldn't get any worse, they got discovered, and became Connect Three. I know I sound selfish. But at first it was great, I want to every concert, got free stuff, back stage passes, and my best friend Lily almost died she was a hu-uge fan! God she loved them," I said smiling at the memory of Lily, I'll probably call her. I miss her

"But then, they went on their first tour, Six months and not a single phone call, e-mail, letter NOTHING! They were all over the news, they had new songs, new girlfriends, new best friends who replaced the twelve years of friendship I gave to them. And soon, soon, I was just a memory," I said staring at the ground.

"I lost my blood mom, my Mom and Pop G, and my best friends, they traded fame in, for their best friend. And honestly Mitchie I felt like shit!" I said as the tears just continued to pore. "Why wasn't I good enough? Why wasn't I special enough to get a shout out at a concert? Or at least a phone call on my birthday? I went from my thirteenth, to my sixteenth birthday with out receiving a single call from my best friends. It hurt Mitchie, it hurt so bad," I whispered

"I even stopped coming here, I stopped trying to live my dream because I was afraid of running into them. Until I realized that I needed to get off my lazy ass and understand that if I wasn't good enough for them, well they aren't worth my tears. But Mitchie do you know what the worst part is?" I asked

"What Miles," She asked no longer bothering to hold back her own tears, "Whats the worst part?" she asked as she cried for me.

"The worst part is , he broke my heart. Tore it into a million pieces and doesn't care. Shane, and Jason, at least their trying, and Frankie, he e-mails me once a month. But Nate, Nate doesn't care, it makes me wonder if he ever did. So now he has officially moved on, and is rubbing it in my face by singing my song, to some other girl," I finally stopped. I couldn't continue any more. I looked and I saw Mitchie's face, her eyes puffy and red, and her face tear stained. She pulled me into a deep hug and didn't let go, she let me rest their, and cry my eyes out. She is a sweet heart. And together we cried.

"You deserve so much better Miley, don't forget that," She whispered into my ear, and I wanted to believe it I truly did. I just couldn't .

turn right
into my arms
turn right
you won't be alone
you might
fall off this track sometimes
hope to see you on the finish line

Shockingly enough on the other side of the camp, Nate sat, strummed on his guitar and hummed to himself. What exactly is his inspiration you ask?
Miley.