Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, guys! My internet hasn't been working for the past, like, week, so I hadn't gotten around to uploading this! I have the next one and a half chapters done, so, hopefully they'll be coming out soon!

Now I'm trying to get my heart up off the ground. My confidence is gone, Happiness can not be found. So look what you did to me, you got the best of me, And now I'm stuck with all the rest, It will never be the same..

~Break My Heart, Hilary Duff

"Joseph! You idiot! You can't tell me something like that and then hang up the freaking phone!" I yelled into the speaker, although I knew he was gone.

"Dammit!" I yelled into the silence.

I threw my cell phone down onto the leather of the couch out of frustration, and unhooked the keys to my Mustang while tugging on my green Converse. Hopping on one foot, I tried to lace them while walking to my car. I stumbled into the driver's seat, and ignited the engine.

Fifteen minutes later, I was parked in front of the hospital.

I ran through the doors, and talked to the receptionist.

"Is there a Joseph Gray here?" I asked the blonde lady.

"Um.. yes, he and his family just rushed in a few minutes ago. Why?"

I was starting to lost patience.

"Because I just got an urgent call from him- where the hell is he?"

"Geez, calm down, sweetie. Room 15G."

"Thanks!" I muttered as I sped away, down the hallway. I finally saw my two brothers and mom sitting outside a door.

Not one of them wasn't crying.

"Joseph, you can't just tell me to rush to the hospital, and not tell me why! What's going- Mom, what happened?"

"Your father- he, um.. had a heart attack, Nick. He's, he's dead, sweetie.." My mom was sobbing hysterically.

"Mom.. I'm so sorry," I tried holding back tears, but it was hard. Finally, a couple slid down my cheeks, and I sat down on the white linoleum floor.

A doctor from the room next door stepped out, and walked across the hall, where there was a receptionist desk.

"Can I have Ms. Miley Stewart's file? There's been a change in the progression of her cancer."

My eyes flew open.

What the hell? Miley? Has cancer? My Miley? Has to be. What other Miley Stewart does anybody know? No, no. Not possible. She would have told me. No way.

Except there was a way.

I looked into the window of the next room over, and there she was, sitting on a little table.

She looked like she'd been crying.

Holding a little manilla file, her doctor walked back in, and said something. I saw her scowl. I walked over to the door of her room, and watched her get up slowly, and she stumbled across the room.

Panicked, I ducked, and crouched behind the wall. I heard the wooden door creak open, and I felt her blue eyes penetrate into my face.

I looked up, nervous.

"Nick.. what the hell are you doing on the floor?"

"I- uh.. dropped something,"

"As Lily says, Yeah, and I'm Pete Wentz. Nick, how much of that did you hear?"

"Cancer, Miley? You have fucking cancer and you didn't bother to tell me? I could have helped you!"

"How, Nick, just how could you have helped me? No one can help me, okay? It's a done deal, done! I'm just going to live the rest of my life to the best, and go in peace,"

She couldn't really have cancer.

I just couldn't take it in. It was too much, too complicated to take in, right after my dad.

It was too much for a single day.

"No.. don't, Miley. Don't talk like that! You're going to make it through this! You have to. I love you, Miley! I love you, and I've waited long enough to say it. I couldn't handle it if I lost you, too."

There. I'd said it.

I watched her intently, studying her reaction.

She seemed to freeze. "I.. uh.. have to go. My mom's waiting for me. Sorry, Nick."

I knew this would happen. Why'd I have to go and ruin everything like that? Nick, you're so stupid! How could you ever believe that a girl like her would actually like you. I was such a fool. You're crazy, and you've probably just ruined your friendship with her for good. I stood there, shocked, watching the love of my life slip between my fingers like a grain of sand.

I said goodbye to my family, then jetted out of the building, hot tears trickling down my cheeks. Slamming the door to my car, I jumped in, then slunk down into the seat, resting my head on the steering wheel, sobbing hysterically.

Today just couldn't get any worse. It had been hell for everyone in my family, especially for me.

She had really broken my heart.

I was up all night, thinking about what had happened.

Around midnight, I heard my mom and two brothers sneak in, trying not to wake me. I pulled the navy blue sheets over my head, and when I heard my mom come in to check on me, I pretended to lightly snore. I heard her still crying softly, and it was hard not to break down myself. She closed the door behind her, and I followed the sound of her heels clicking on the wood floor until they faded completely, and I knew she was downstairs.

The next morning, I was woken by the doorbell. I grumbled into my pillow, then staggered downstairs, and swung open the door.

When I saw who was on the other end, I tried to close the door, but she stuck her foot in the crack just before it closed.

"What do you want, Miley? I'm already broken, no need to hurt me even more,"

"Nick, do you think it was my intention to hurt you? I'm sorry, okay? I'm just.. scared to get too close to someone now. If I fall too hard right now, in a month, it'll seem like all this time was wasted. I'm not going to be around much longer, Nick, and I don't want to hurt someone too bad by saying that I loved them, and then leaving forever. It just wouldn't be right, I couldn't do that to you, Nick. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but there's my reason. But, I want you to know that I feel the exact same way about you, Nick. I really never intended to hurt you."

"You- you feel the same way? Really?" The expression on my face was of pure ecstasy.

"I do, Nick. I really and truly do."

I wrapped here in my arms then, cradling her face gently in between my hands. I leaned down, and brought my lips slowly to hers. I couldn't believe that this was happening. She was finally in my arms, and I was finally kissing Miley. My Miley.

I slowly pulled away, not wanting to. I gazed into her amazing eyes for a minute, before I grabbed her hand, and headed out to the door.

I led her outside, and we stopped at my car. I opened the passenger's seat. She climbed in, and sat on the black leather.

She glanced at me, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Where're we goin'?"

I closed the door on her side, then walked around the front of the car and walked to the driver's seat.

"You'll see."

So.. let's say.. at least three reviews for the next chapter? I have it done and everything, so the second I hit three, I'll upload it! How's that sound? Please tell me if you liked it, or if you hated it. I don't care, really. But, I'd appreciate it much more if you said that you didn't hate it. Oh, whatever. I talk too much.