A/N : Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm happy with the way this chapter turned out, I think it's amazing. It goes into detail about Memi's friendship, some Niley mentions, and a surprising phone call. I reposted this chapter because I added more details and a little cliffhanger at the end. Please review, I don't like to be one of those authors that bitch about not getting reviews, but it only takes a minute to review.

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Weeks had passed by since that indescribable day. W e e k s. It's truly amazing how one can impact one's life. The sparkle was back in Miley's blue orbs. The once fake plastered on smile was replaced by a real big genuine smile. Her once pale skin now glowed with happiness. The changes weren't just appearance wise, they started within and shined through. Each feeling and emotion felt so new; fresh. Every moment she experienced, she began living it to the fullest. It felt all so good to be true; dreamlike.

The media was already speculating on the possible causes of the sudden change of attitude. She didn't give a fuck; let them run their mouths. The negativity and press no longer got to her; hell she barely acknowledged it.

Her and Demi's friendship grew closer each and every second they were together. They could tell each other anything and know that it wouldn't leave those four walls. Trust and honesty are a huge factor in their relationship. They know everything about one another. Everything. Including him.

Disney was pissed about their bond, to put it lightly. They thought that their friendship was ruining their marketing scheme for the Semi (AKA Selena + Demi) BFF package deal. It was pretty sickening and pathetic that Disney had turned into that kind of company, but these days it was all about money. They tried to separate them by threatening their careers, but that only strengthened their friendship. Apparently, it was bad for Demi's image to be seen around with Miley. As for Miley, well, people weren't exactly thrilled to see her happy. It's quite sad, actually that people seem so pissed off and act offended over a teenager's happiness. God forbid that someone is actually happy.

Miley would never get some of the people in the world. No matter what she would do, someone would always find a way for her to look bad. When she donated money to charities, people would say things along the line like; 'She just wants attention' or 'She's just trying to make herself look good' Each outfit was criticized. Every move she made was analyzed. She would never be able do anything right in some people's eyes, and she was content with that. For once, it just didn't bother her, and she liked rocking the 'Fuck You' attitude, it suited her quite nice.

Demi was coming later. Tonight was movie night - they would watch classic tearjerker movies, bawling their eyes out as they would dig a spoon through the Ben & Jerry's carton. Sniffing and wiping the countless tears, they would look at each other's disheveled appearance and laugh. This had become a tradition over the past few weeks, it was like a therapy session. As they would cry, it felt like venting the drama and stress they hid away in their minds. Afterwards, they would feel refreshed and cleansed.

As Miley stared at the black modern clock on her wall, she sighed. Everything was so perfect. In the back of her mind, she was just waiting for it to all go wrong. All it could take is just one word or move, and it would all go downhill. Shrugging away the unwanted thoughts, she looked around her once cherished 'safe place.'

She laughed as she realized just how much things had changed. Funny how just about a few weeks ago, she trapped herself in her safe place, never wanting to step a foot outside her comfort zone. Demi had really done her wonders, and she was very thankful.

Part of the reason she was so depressed and out of it was him. Hell, he caused a lot of this and he walked away with his hands clean. She wished that he would just go against his manager's wishes and defend her. He was just at much fault as she was, but no one seemed to realize it. She never really understood what girls would be talking about when it came to the girl always gets the blame. Now she knew, hell she should, she experienced hell and back for it.

No matter how much she wanted to despise him, she couldn't. Her heart simply wouldn't let her. She loved him, and it hurt thinking that he would never return those feelings. She wanted so much to just pick up her blackberry and dial his digits. The worse he could do would be just to hangup. But, something always held her back. She didn't want to get hurt again.

They had so many memories together. Each memory told a story. The memories could easily be brought back to life, they were permanently implanted in her mind. It was the simple things she missed. It sadden her knowing that she took them for granted at that time. She was so young and naive to think that they would be together forever. She thought their relationship was a fairytale, he would be her prince and she would be the princess. But reality shook in and was quite the opposite.

Even though she was happy, she knew If she had him in her life, she would be a lot happier. And knowing that it would never happen, darkened her day. Tears brimmed from her blue orbs as she saw Demi walk through the door.

He had gotten to her again and the sad part, it was all her fault.

Knowing that she had no one else to blame but herself, the tears started streaming down her porcelain face. All the happiness she had been experiencing was nothing, she would never be fully complete; she didn't have him.

She wanted him and he would never want her back, it was a classic storyline that had been overplayed in movies and television. But that's where the comparisons end; in the movies and television, the girl gets the guy and they live happily ever after.

She would never have her happy ending; only the memories.

Cherished memories that haunted her of what she once had.

Her blackberry started vibrating inside of her jeans pocket, interrupting her thought process. A distraction. Slipping her fingers inside of her pocket, the buzzing of her blackberry on her fingertips refreshed her mind. The thoughts of him disappeared into the stale cold air, and the happiness settled back in.

Smiling brightly at Demi, they didn't need words. They knew each other like the back of their hands. It was quite obvious that he had been the cause for her sudden mood change; he was the only one that had that effect on her.

Looking at the caller ID, her eyebrows cringed; unfamiliar number.

Pressing the talk button, she hit the speakerphone button and let out a confident bubbly "Hello"

"Miley," a girl's cracked voice filled the room. Judging from the girl's tone, it was obvious something was wrong. The cackling of her voice insured her of that, the girl was obviously trying to hold back tears.

"It's Selena, I need your help"

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