Dear Taylor,

I know I'm stupid, and a jerk, and anything else you can think to call me. I know I hurt you and I am so sorry. Would you believe me if I said I didn't mean to hurt you, and I didn't think breaking up with you would hurt you? I know that's not a very good reason, but I didn't really think about it. I just really didn't want to hurt you, and I know you said you were okay with us not being able to see each other all the time; but you deserved someone who could be there for you 24/7. I only broke up with you over the phone because I knew if I tried to do it in person I wouldn't be able to. So can we just start over? Please?

Hi, I'm Joe…

P.S When I said forever and always, I did mean it.

Taylor tacked the note that Joe had sent her up onto the bulletin board in Miley's room. "After I kill him, I think I'm going to tell him I love him. Is that a good idea, or not?" Taylor looked nervously at Miley.

Miley grinned at her, "I think that's a great idea Taylor. You can do all of that at the charity concert. But you won't be able to do anymore break up songs, cause I don't think Joe's going to make the same mistake twice."

The older girl scoffed, "Oh, I'm not going to let him make that mistake twice. It's okay, we're not going to get along all the time. I can write songs about how boys need to be able to read minds and other stuff like that."

"Sounds good, Tay. So what do you want to do? We've got two hours to blow until mom said we had to go to sleep." Miley slipped on her 'Hello Beautiful' as Taylor slipped on Miley's 'Gray Brothers are Losers' shirt. Miley giggled when she saw Taylor's shirt of choice.

"How about we got to…PINKBERRY!" Taylor shouted as she grabbed Miley's hands and the two girls ran towards the car.

"Okay, but I totally called driving!" They raced towards the 2008 pearly white Eclipse (my dream car :]) and Miley won, to Taylor's dismay. "Stop being a sore loser and get in the car, ya diva."

Taylor rolled her eyes at Miley as she got in. They backed up out of Miley's driveway, dodging paparazzi in the process. "Come on Miles, drive faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!"

Miley glanced at the country singer, "Taylor, this is exactly why I don't let you drive." That girl sure did have a need for speed. Even with Miley following the speed limits, they made it there in less than twenty minutes.

"I would like one scoop of banana ice cream, and one scoop of chocolate and mix it with brownie and gumballs, please?" Taylor asked the person, who then began to fix her extremely odd ice cream choice.

Shaking her head at the crazy blonde Miley decided to go for a more plain ice cream, "I'd like one scoop of cookies and cream, and one of cake batter. I don't want anything mixed in."

"Miles, you are so boring. Oh look! Selena and Demi!" Taylor was so easily distracted. Miley looked over to see her other two best friends walk into the ice cream parlor.

Taylor waved them over and the two girls joined them after they received their ice cream. "Hey Miles, hey Tay tay, what's up?" Selena asked as she took the seat next to Taylor. Both girls shrugged.

"What about the two of you?" Miley asked, but Demi and Selena both looked at her, smirks on their faces.

"Do you believe us now, Miles?" Demi asked, looking pointedly at Miley and Taylor's shirts. Miley glared at her as the other two girls laughed. "I don't know what you're talking about Demetria."

Demi rolled her eyes, "Sure you don't, Destiny. Because Selena, Taylor, and I totally didn't repeatedly tell you that the boys still cared about you or anything. So I would just like to take this moment to say what I said I would say if those idiots did ever work up the nerve to apologize."

"I TOLD YOU SO!" Taylor, Demi, and Selena screamed and then burst into giggles as Miley's face turned beet red.

"I really, really, really hate you guys right now. I mean, do you have to be so loud, and so rude?" But they could tell she was smiling with them. She hadn't even used her I-really-hate-you-guys voice.

Selena's phone started ringing in the midst of their laughter, "Hello?" Her face went from smiling to smirking, "Oh, hey Nick." Miley was kind of scared of the look Selena was giving her. "Yeah, Miley's not here, but yeah, I've talked to her."

She discreetly put the phone on speaker and set it in the middle of the table and the four girls huddled over it. "What did she think of the shirts, so far?"

"Oh she loved them, she's practically glowing." Demi told him, joining the conversation.

"Hey Dems," Joe and Kevin said from Nick's end of the conversation.

"Tay—" Demi was about to say that Taylor was there but Taylor stopped her. She didn't want the boys to know. "Taylor…liked her shirt too," Demi saved.

They heard a sigh from the other end, "Really? Did she say anything about the note? I hope she didn't think it was to forward! I was just trying to get out everything I had to say, it was kind of rambling-ish, and—"

"Joe, you're rambling now." Nick growled, "I called Selena to discuss Miley, now go away and be pathetic by yourself."

"You're pathetic too! Miley this, Miley that." Joe defended.

"Shut up, you're all like that. And you're all pathetic, but you shouldn't stuff all of the pathetic-ness into one room." Demi said, rolling her eyes.

"Ouch, Dems, that hurt," Kevin said and Demi blushed, she hadn't meant to insult her crush. Selena, Miley, and Taylor giggled under their breath.

"Sorry, Kev, but you're pathetic too. You gotta tell the girl you like that you like her too, at least Joe and Nick are making an effort. I have to go before Demi kills me, I'll talk to you guys later." Selena quickly hung up and Demi slapped her arm.

"We are so not best friends anymore!"

They all laughed after she said that. "Sel's right, Kevin does need to get over his fears or whatever and just tell you he's madly in love with you." Taylor told Demi, and Demi blushed.

"Oh my gosh, I did not realize how late it was. Taylor, we've gotta go, my mom is so going to kill us!" Miley and Taylor rushed off after saying hurried goodbyes to Selena and Demi. This time, driving, Miley did go a tad bit over the speed limit. They made it home at exactly the time that Miley's mom had told them they had to be in bed.

"Whew, that was a close one," Taylor said as they practically fell into Miley's room. "I wonder what the shirt is going to say tomorrow. You want to talk about it?" She always had been the night owl.

Miley groaned, "Just go to sleep, Tay."

"Fine, grumpypants."

Sorry it's so rambling-ish, as Joe said. But I really wanted to get a new chapter up for all my great reviewers, and for the people who put it on their alerts, who should absolutely review. Next chapter should be up sometime later tonight :]