It had been a week. A week of just being with Nick, and having fun, and enjoying life... I was on the top of the world at this point, and Demi had sorted out things with Joe.

She said, and I quote, 'He said that Camilla was his first love, and it's not someone you can just drop, and stop talking to forever. He said he's sorry that he texted her during our date, and that he was a jerk and he will never do it again. He says I'm too important to lose over a stupid text, and that if it makes me happy then he will stop texting Camilla as much, or even stop texting her all together. He said that I'm his best friend and the most amazing person he has ever met in his life. And then, wait for it, drum roll please... he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, because he's in love with me, and has been ever since camp rock, he was just too blind to see it. Oh my gosh, Sel! I think I'm in love with him. And the thing about Camilla kind of makes me feel better, because at least now I know that if we ever break up, then he won't just drop me, and stop talking to me. Oh , sel, he's such a great guy, I love him so much, he's like my best friend, I mean, he ties with you, because your my best friend too, but you get what I mean. Cause Nicks like your best friend too. By the way, you two are so cute!"

At that point, she finally shut up. Thank God. I mean, I was happy for her, but did she have to babble like that? Gahh.

So, back to reality, it had been a week since I had officially forgiven Nick, and I had been having the time of my life.

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I was on the phone with my manger when Nick walked in. He came up to my door and said a soft "Knock, knock." To let me know that he was there. I blew him a kiss and mouthed 'one minute' to him. He smiled and strolled over to my bed, plopping down on my pink pillows. I smiled at him and continued to pace, waiting for the news.

"So?" I asked into the phone.

"Well." My manager said on the other side, all the way in L.A. "You got the part!"

"Ahhh!" I screamed down the phone whilst jumping up and down with a huge grin on my face. "Nick! I got the part! I got the part!"

Nick was laughing slightly when he started to come towards me. I turned my attention back to the phone long enough to shout, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'll call you later!" I slammed the phone shut and jumped on Nick, wrapping my legs around his waist, and clutching onto his neck.

"So, I guess you got the part in Monte Carlo?" He asked, chuckling softly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I got it!" I shouted.

He laughed aloud, "I knew you would, baby girl."

I wanted that part so bad! I was so extremely happy that I got the role that I wasn't even going to depress myself with the thought of having to be away from Nick for four months. I would worry about that later.

Nick rubbed my back before placing me back down on the ground. He kissed my forehead and smiled at me for a little bit. After a few moments, his smile got dimmer, and I looked at him, confused. "What's wrong, Nick?"

He sighed heavily, and shifted nervously from foot to foot, "Okay, Sel, baby, I know this is a really bad time, because I really don't want to kill your buzz. But, we need to talk."

That didn't sound good. I immediately went into defensive mode, "What about, Nick?"

He looked at me, and sighed again, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. This really wasn't looking good. He started to speak again, "Promise you won't get mad?"

Okay, this was going to be bad, and I was going to get mad. Oh, Nick, don't you know that when you say something like that, I'm almost guaranteed to get mad? I narrowed my eyes and answered him, "No promises."

He looked really uncomfortable as he uttered the next words, "Well, um... what would you, um, think – I mean – say, if I, uh, told you that..."

"Spit it out, Nick." I said, frustrated. My arms were crossed over my chest.

He looked at me, shook his head, sighed – once again – and then finally said, "Miley is coming."

My heart skipped a beat, but I was quick, "When?"

Nick looked confused, but answered regardless, "Two days."

"Why?" I fired again.

"She's filming a movie close to here, and she's coming for a visit."

"How long?"

"Four days." He answered, quickly this time. It was starting to feel like a game.

"And she's staying..." I raised an eyebrow.

"At my house."

"And who invited her?"

"Me."

My heart skipped again. Not this, not this all over again.

"Because..." I whispered. And after a few seconds, I could tell he couldn't answer. And I knew why he couldn't answer... because the answer hurt – me – too much. He invited her, because he still had feelings for her. I didn't know how strong the feelings were, but they were there. But, in any case, how could he do this to me? Did he try to hurt me on purpose? It certainly felt that way.

I backed away from him, turning around and going out the door.

"Where are you going?" I heard him ask from behind me, obviously following me.

I took the stairs two at a time, rushing to get out of there. Before I pulled open the front door, I shouted, "Away from you!"

I started to quickly walk down the side walk, not really sure where I was going, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stop.

"Selly, please." I heard Nick plea from behind me.

"Nicholas, don't you dare Selly me!" I shouted.

"Selena, please wait. Stop. Can we talk?"

I put my hand up to rub my face, and I noticed it came off wet. I touched the shed tears that I hadn't even noticed before, and kept walking. "There's nothing to talk about Nicholas."

"Please, Selena, I can't lose you. I love you." He said, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and slapped him, straight across the face.

"Don't you dare, ever say those words to me again." I spat. I looked him dead in the eyes, "Do you see this?" I asked, whiping my tears away, "You're the only one who can do this to me. Make me cry." I didn't give him a chance to speak, as I spoke up again, "You see this?" I whispered, pointing to my heart, "You've broken it. Twice now, and I don't think it can take much more." The tears started to pour again. I pointed my finger at his chest, "Nick, the only reason, that you can make me cry, and break my heart, is because of those three words, and I swear, I've loved hearing you say them recently. You made my heart soar. But, god, you can make me hate those words, sometimes. With those three words, you have broken me down to my core. So just stop it. Go break some other girl's heart. Leave mine alone."

I turned around and continued walking, but I heard footsteps behind me. "Please, Selena." His voice sounded broken, "Tell me what to do. Please. What can I do to make you stay?"

I turned around to see tears in his eyes. "Stop it! Stop making mistakes and then just thinking that you can act like they never happened!" I walked straight up to him. "Why in the world would you invite Miley here?"

"It doesn't change anything, Selena. I lo – I mean, it's only you. Nothing can change that." He said, practically begging.

"Nick, look at me, and truthfully tell me that you don't have any feelings left for her." I stared at him. Hoping with all my might that he could do it, hoping that this whole fight was silly and that he thought of her as a sister, a friend or even an acquaintance.

He looked at me and his lip trembled, "I can't. I'm sorry Selena. I can't."

Tears started pouring down my face uncontrollably, "I knew it." I whispered. "Why do you keep coming back to me, Nicholas, if you know you're in love with her?"

He shook his head, "I'm not in love with her, Selena. You're the only one. But it's not like I'll ever lose all my feelings for her. She was my first love."

I stomped my foot, "What is with all you Jonas Boys and your first loves? Huh? Why can't you just treat your girlfriend right, without having to make excuses about talking to your exes?"

Nick shook his head, "You're a hypocrite, Selena."

Was he trying to piss me off further, "Oh yeah, Nick? How is that? How am I the bad person in this situation?"

"Do you still talk to Taylor?" He asked.

That struck a chord, "Nicholas, you know damn well that he's just my friend."

"And Miley is my friend."

I poked his chest, "That you have feelings for!"

"Selena! This is ridiculous! I'm not going to leave you for Miley, okay?" He asked, exasperated.

"She can have you! I don't want you anymore!" I shouted before turning on my heel and starting to stomp off.

Nick grabbed my hand and spun me around, his eyes filled with hurt, "You don't mean that."

"I damn well do! God dammit, Nick! There's only a certain amount of times you can hurt me before I gain some sense!" I tried to turn but he wouldn't let me. "Let go of me."

"Tell me you don't love me." He said in whisper.

"Nick, don't do this to me."

"Say it, and I'll let you go. Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want." He said.

I struggled for a few more seconds before I realised it was useless. I looked at him in the eyes and said, "Please, don't make me lie to get out of here."

With that, he bent down and crushed his lips against mine. His kiss was passionate, and when he pulled back, he whispered, "I love you Selena, forever."

I just pulled away from him, and started back towards my house. "You can call me when she's gone, and I might answer. But don't get your hopes up."

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HIIIII GUYSS!

Sorry this chapter is short, but I wrote the fight (which is not over yet haha) and really wanted to post it.

See, I listen! Someone wanted fighting (granted I have had this whole Miley coming thing planned out for a while) and I gave it to them... so review and tell me what you liked, disliked and what you want to see next chapter.

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