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I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it. I closed all the windows and turned off every light. I lit one of my millions of small chocolate scented candles… yummy. I looked around for my cell phone and found it in my pocket.

I dialed her number and heard 3 rings until… "Hi." Mandy hummed with a guilty tone to her little song.

"You knew didn't you?" I kicked off my shoes and sat on my bed.

Mandy's hum stopped and turned into a complete blab. "I… Taylor… She… Secrecy… Pie… Money… Lies… Betrayal… Sex… Cheating… Older women…"

"Mandy. Shut up already! Stop naming stuff from Gossip Girl. You are not Blair and Taylor Momsen's character is named Jenny! Gosh, just get it right already." I sighed and grabbed a notebook from my side table. The pen hooked on it wouldn't come off.

"I want my life to be that interesting though! I mean wouldn't you?" I finally got the pen off and started doodling.

"Let me see if I can match it up. I went to do a duet charity concert. Taylor lied to me. She didn't tell me Nick and his douche bag brothers would be there. She swore my mother to secrecy. She betrayed me by rubbing Joe in my face. Um… pie, money, sex and older women… no. But, cheating! Oh don't get me started on that one…" I was about to go off when Mandy cleared her throat.

"Nick?" she asked with a shocked tone to her voice. "Taylor lied to you about Nick?"

"She thought I'd cancel if I knew that they were going to be there. I probably would have… but still. That's just cruel."

"That's so not like Taylor. What has Joe done to her?" My heart stopped. What has he done to her?

I remembered how timid she was around him, she looked like the wrong move he'd… "Oh my God… Mandy… what do you think… I'm gonna call you back later."

"Okay?" Mandy hung up as well did I. What has that little pants stuffer done to Taylor? I laid on my bed and thought back to the good days when Taylor was the Taylor I had known for so long.

"Miley, Nick is just a phone call away." Taylor laughed as I pouted at the TV.

"But it's different. I'm here in Nashville and he's there in Los Angeles. I hate being so far away from him. It's heartbreaking." I sighed as I paused the TV on Nick's face.

Taylor just laughed and grabbed the remote, unpausing the TV. "You'll be home in a few days."

"I don't like hearing his voice." I sighed and turned off the TV. "I miss him too much."

"Aw! Puppy love is so adorable." She smiled.

"This isn't puppy love!" I explained. "It's really real. I'm serious. He'd never do anything to throw us away. Neither would I. And that is not puppy love!"

"Just watch your back. Something about those Jonas' just… smells fishy." Taylor played with her hands and refused to look at me.

"Nick doesn't smell fishy. He smells like Hollister." I got up off the couch and grabbed the phone. "I should really call him…"

"You called him an hour ago!" Taylor just shook her head and spread out across the couch. "I like the single life. We in Taylor Town don't need puppy love to make us happy."

"Taylor!" I whined. "This is not puppy love."

"I know, I know. It's real, it's true love. Miley when I was fourteen I had my first boyfriend. He was perfect and we were 'in love'. So I thought. He turned out to be a total jerk. I'd just hate to see you get hurt. I hope for the best for you and Nick, I just have my doubts. But hey, that's just me. I have doubts about everything." Taylor only wanted the best for me, I knew that deep down, but she was serious about this.

Was Nick really that bad?

I sighed and picked up my phone again. I didn't remember his number anymore, so I had to go into my contacts. I know already, I got it; he hated me for being a "clingy control freak who only liked Nick for his looks".

Where did that come from anyway? Nick was the clingy one until the day we broke up and I saw past the curly head of hair, the smile, the eyes… Shove it, Miley. Shove it already!

I finally found his number in my crowded contact list and hit send. I was not doing this for myself. I was doing this for Taylor.

This guy wasn't one to keep people waiting. He always answered after less than three rings. One… two… "Hello?" Kevin's voice was a familiar one, but also a forgotten one.

"Look, this is strictly business. I'm not looking for a peace offering, an apology or even a conversation. I will not take anything but the truth. You can not hang up on me because I know where you live and I still have a key. So we're going to clear this up and I'll let you go. What the fuck is your brother doing to Taylor?" I was as straight forward as possible.

"What?" Was all he managed to spit out of his mouth.

"You heard me. I'm not stupid and I know how close you and your brothers are. You tell each other everything. What has he done to Taylor? She's a mess. She's just not herself. I'm not calling you as your little brother's ex girlfriend, the slut you hate or the ex little sister. I'm calling you as the scared best friend. So you're going to tell me. Don't cover anything up either. Raw answers… unless it's graphic then ew. Just keep it simple."

"Look, Miley. I know nothing about this 'messed up Taylor' because Joe and Tay are very happy together." Kevin seemed honestly confused about the whole encounter. "I have noticed nothing different then the Taylor I've always known."

Then again, he really doesn't have anything up in the noggin. Stupid and bitchy: what a bad combination.

"The Taylor you know and the Taylor I know are two different people. I'm getting no answers out of you and you're pretty boring. I still don't forgive you. Bye." I hung up on Dopey and threw my phone in my bag.

I really had no interest in talking to someone that brain dead. He turned off the brain ever since his band started meaning something.

To millions of girls they mean eye candy, catchy music and their favorite guys on the face of the earth. To me they mean three ass holes, one skill… heartbreaking.

I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Taylor was going out with such an idiot like Joe. He's more interested in stuffing his crotch then his is in her.

I was loosing one of my closest friends to one of my most missed friends. Joe wasn't always like this. For the longest time he was the bear hug giving big brother every girl could ever want.

But something changed. He became arrogant and cocky and all the fame went to his head. The only thing that mattered was him and nothing else.

He started buying creepy German hair products made from goat's milk and buying skinny jeans from Forever 21. I had heard he went on a no card diet for a week to loose weight. Joe was already skinny.

I missed my Joe. But my Joe was long gone and he was never ever coming back. That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to face in my whole entire life.

Taylor is the complete opposite of Joe. She's down-to-earth and the sweetest person I've ever met. She's always thinking of others before herself but knew when enough was enough.

She buys clothes from Target and such and is actually very frugal. If there was a designer bag that looked exactly like the one in a bargain store she'd by the bargain one. That was just Taylor.

I knew Taylor like the back of my hand. But I wasn't so sure who she was anymore. It hurt knowing she was slipping away slowly. It was seriously tearing my soul in two.

I knew I couldn't control this, it was Taylor's life. But I used to be her little sister and little sisters speak up. At least Noah does.

She rats me out every single time she hears me tell someone something I don't want mom to know. It's the little sister policy. I did it to Brandi and Noah does it to me. It's just the circle of life.

Love finds love, love breaks apart, you cry to your friend, who slowly drifts away into the arms of your ex boyfriend's brother, you cry, you move on.

This was too much to handle. I cried into my pillow and erased every thought from my head except one.

Mission: Save Taylor.

A/N: This one's for you, Autumn. ;]