"What do you need help with? Name it and it's yours." Nick said into the phone. "Nick, are you high?" Miley asked, noticing the sudden niceness. "No, I'm realizing what a jerk I've been. I'm not happy with the way I've acted and… I'm done with that." Nick said in a calm tone. "Yup, you're higher than a kite." Miley said. "Miley I'm serious. I don't understand why I did all the shit I did, but if I could take it back I would. I'm so sorry. Sorrier than you probably will ever know." Nick said. "And I'm not freakin' high!" He added quickly. "Back to the help. Come get me. Please, I'm in a hotel." Miley said. "I'll be there in… how long does it take to get to Sacramento?" Nick asked. "I have no idea. Take a bus, or drive. Or get Joe to drive you. Or Kevin. Anything Nick." Miley practically begged.

"I'll just drive to you." Nick said. "Nick." Miley said. "Yes?" He asked. "I'm really sorry for everything I did. You have every right to move on. I didn't have to be so attached; so use to having you there for me. How long has it been now? Almost 5 years? I've been so used to being your girlfriend. And I got mad when you came back to me because you broke up with Selena. I didn't wanna be an alternative. I don't like Adam like that… to be honest… I wanted to make you feel… jealous so you could realize that you love me and how it feels to watch the love of your life be with someone else and…"

"Shh, you have nothing to apologize about. If anyone needs to be saying sorry, it's me." Nick said. "Truce?" Miley asked. "You bet." Nick said. "I promise on my name, that I will never do this to you again. I promise you that Miley Ray." Nick said. "You don't know how much that means to me Nick. You honestly don't." Miley said.

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Miley's eyes shot open. "Taylor that damn nap didn't help my stress of being turned down. Now I'm having weirder dreams! Okay so I didn't come home, I ran away to Sacramento, and Nick apologized and he was getting pep shit from Joe and…" Miley was cut off. "Chill Miley. It was just a dream." "But a dream of what could have been if I ran off to freakin' Sacramento!" Miley said with a slight disappointment in her voice. "Oh yeah and you and mom were in a bus station looking for me. And yeah…" Miley's voice trailed off. "I have some pretty damn weird dreams." She mumbled to herself. "Don't beat yourself up over nothing but a dream." Taylor said. "He was going to save me, Tay." Miley said sadly. "What do you mean?" Taylor asked. "He was going to drive to Sacramento, and come and get me. And I bet we were going to run off into the sunset, and be happy again." Miley said even sadder. Taylor frowned at the sound of her crackly voice. "It's alright Miles, I had dreams like this about this guy who broke my heart." Taylor said.

"Really?" Miley asked. "Yup." Taylor said. "What happened?" Miley asked. "Well we were dating, when I was 15 actually, and he had always stared at me from a far at school. Then one day he asked me out and boom, that's how it started. Daniel Trey… inspiration for 'Cold as You', and probably the jerkiest person ever. He said he loved me; he made all these promises to me… broken promises. I couldn't stay away from him, there was something about him. I couldn't stop loving him. I knew I had to, but I seriously didn't know how I was going to. We kept breaking up, and making up, then breaking up again. He started dating Heather Franks, yeah you remember her? The bitch I told you about? Yeah, she's an ass kisser now that I'm not just Taylor. Anyway, I couldn't stand it. Nick and you remind me very much of me and Daniel. I loved him… I thought he loved me… but… well, turns out I was his trophy girl. I found out he had been telling all his jock friends about our dates, saying they were corny and I liked him too much." Taylor said.

"Wow Tay you never told me that." Miley said shocked. "It's nice to know I'm not alone. How did you get over it?" "I poured my heart out into 'Cold as You'. Try it Miles. It really helps" Taylor said. "Hold on." Miley said getting up. She went to the drawer and opened it. She pulled out a blue book that said "Songs for Him". "What's that?" Taylor asked as Miley plopped the book on Taylor's lap. "All the songs I've written for Nick. They help when you write them, and they don't help when you're done writing." Miley said. Taylor flipped through the many pages of songs. "This is only a verse and a chorus, Miley." Taylor said. "Sing me it." Taylor said handing Miley back the book. Miley cleared her throat and began to open her mouth to sing and then stopped. "Nah, not in the singing mood." Miley laughed. "Rawr!" Taylor fake growled. "Oh my gosh!" Taylor screeched seeing "Goodbye" and "7 Things" towards the back of the book. "You wrote hits on these pages!" She exclaimed. "I could make cash!" A devilish smile entered her face. "What the hell Tay?" Miley asked snatching back the book. The smile vanished. "I'm tired of writing him songs. I'm tired of hearing his sorry's. I want to move on Taylor, but… I just… find it so hard… I love Nick Jonas." Miley said, fighting back a stream of tears. Taylor pulled Miley into a hug and let her cry.

"He's a heart breaker, Tay. I can't stand this! It makes me want to die." Miley said, her words muffled into Taylor's sleeve. Taylor just stared at Miley and said "He's not worth your life Miles." "But Tay… he is my life." Miley cried, her words still muffled into Taylor's sleeve. "You shouldn't depend on a guy to make or break your life Miley. Love is love, yes, but it seriously shouldn't control your every move. It's a necessity, yes, but it's not like you always need a guy type of love. I'm trying to say this in the nicest way possible, but you really need to let go of Nick. You can't live with this weight of hate and love attached to you." Taylor said rubbing Miley's back.

"It's not that easy to let go just like that." Miley said as her words were getting clearer, yet still muffled. Taylor's shoulder was now completely soaked, but she honestly couldn't care less. "I'll be there for you Miley. Even if I'm in Hendersonville, Tennessee, I'm here for you. Are you hungry?" Taylor said. "I'm starving." Miley laughed, whipping her tears from her now tear-stained cheeks. Mascara ran down her cheeks as well as the tears. "We'll I'll take you to eat and I'll fix your make-up. I have tricks for crying cover-ups." Taylor said getting up and extending her hand. Without a doubt, Miley grabbed it and Taylor led her to the bathroom and fixed her make-up.

"I look like I never even cried." Miley said, eyeing her reflection immensely. "Just make-up, Miles. Not a zit the size of Florida." Taylor said noticing the stare. "It's just… amazing how an eyeliner stick, mascara and lip gloss can take away a day of crap. You're an expert." Miley said, finally taking her eyes off her reflection. "Well I have had about 7 years of love problems and crying so much I look like I needed a makeover. You've only had about 4. I can give you some tips before I leave." Taylor laughed. "Okay, enough talking. I need food." Miley said. "Where do you wanna go?" Taylor asked walking out the door as Miley followed. "Well I do love me some Cheesecake Factory." Miley said. "Cheesecake is my favorite food, I'm taking you there and treating you to cheesecake. In the words of you, 'let's go GNO!'" Miley laughed and followed Taylor down the hall. "Mommy can Tay take me to the Cheesecake Factory? Please?" Miley asked her mom, who was lounging on the couch. "Sure sweetheart." Tish said. "I'll bring you back something." Miley said. "Thank you." Tish yawned. Taylor and Miley got into Miley's car and Taylor drove off.

Miley's POV

We got to the Cheesecake Factory, and Tay parked. We walked out and got a table, paparazzi swarming us. I held on to Taylor's hand, making sure I wasn't going to get lost in this hell hole, especially on crutches. We got in, and got a table. "This is the only thing I hate about being famous." Taylor said, staring at the paparazzi out of the window. "Same." I yawned. I turned my head to the booth next to us, only to find the Jonas family. I sighed and hid my face. "What's wrong?" Taylor asked, noticing my position. "Jonas." I said blankly. Taylor turned her head and saw them too. "Pay attention to me. What are you thinking about?" She asked. "Nick." I said. "Okay… what do you dream about?" She asked. "Nick." I said again. "Okay then… who is your celebrity crush?" Tay asked. "Nick." I said again. Taylor sighed and stopped asking questions.

The waitress came up and got our order, then walked away. Classic waitress. I haven't stopped staring at Nick. Finally he looked up. I quickly turned my head, but it was too late. He already saw me. "Shit he saw me!" I mumbled to Taylor. "That's alright, it's not like he's gonna…" Taylor was cut off. Nick walked up to the table. "Hey." He said. "Hi." I said coldly. "Hello." Taylor said playing with her phone. I was terrified of his next words, knowing they'd probably break my heart, but I just watched him open his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry." He said. Did he just say sorry?

Note: I know, VERY short. I couldn't think of any good material, so… sorry.

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