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This with a * behind it, will be translated on the end of the chapter :)

I need you like a heart needs a beat,
but that's nothing new, yeah, yeah.

"Het is gewoon niet eerlijk.(*)" Demi whined, her lower lip formed into a small pout. Her arms were crossed across her chest. "Alleen omdat Justin een professionele zanger is mag hij mee als voorprogramma voor je broers. Ik kan toch ook zingen, waarom mag ik niet mee?(1*)"

Miley gasped as she looked at her friend. "Demi, je bent geniaal!(3*)" She threw herself out of the entance of the tour bus, and at her friend. "We kunnen je gewoon als nog een voorprogramma mee nemen! Ik bedoel, voordat m'n broer op dat podium staat is er bijna een uur voorbij! En het voorprogramma duurt normaal twintig minuten tot een half uur!(4*)" She pulled herself away from Demi. "Dit is zo slim!(5*)" She clapped her hands together. "Waarom hebben we hier nog niet aan gedacht?(5*)"

"Mooi dat ik dat wel gedaan heb dan, hmm?(6*)" A smirk appeared on Demi's face. "Want anders zat jij nu op een bus met alleen maar jongens.(6*)"

"Wat bed-(7*)" Miley stopped as she saw her brothers walk up with suitcases. "Wat gebeurt er?(7*)" She watched her brothers put the extra two suitcases with the others, in the space underneath the bus.

"Ik ga mee op tour!(8*)" Demi squealed as she attacked Miley in a hug again. "Kan je het geloven?(9*)" She squealed again.

"Echt waar?(10*)" She looked at her brothers, who were smirking at her. "Is she really going with us?"

"Well, we tought; 'why have only Justin as our opening act, if we can get two opening acts?'." Nick grinned. "And we felt bad about you being surrounded by boys, so we tought about bringing Demi along, since you and her can sing so good together." He pushed the panel into it's place again, hiding their suitcases from their view. "You would not be lonely with only guys around, but I doubt you would be with Justin around," He glanced at the sixteen year old in question, who was standing in the entrance of the bus. "and we got two opening acts. It's a win-win situation, really."

"Thank you!" Miley shrieked and flung her arms around her brother for a moment. Then turned around to grab onto Demi's arm. "Laat me je de bus showen!(11*)" She dragged the brunette after her, pushing her boyfriend out of the way, causing him to slam into the front window.

"Ow." Justin moaned, rubbing the back of his head. "That hurt." He stumbled to the couch, trying to ignore the excited shrieks of his girlfriend and her best friend.

"I pity you, really." Joe flopped down on the couch next to him. "You're the one who has her as your girlfriend. If we think she's annoying, we can just lock her in her room, or the bathroom." He patted Justin on his head. "I really pity you."

"You were the one that has spent two weeks on a small bus with her, I got those weeks off." Justin smirked at the older boy. "I should pity you."

Joe had his mouth open, as if to say something. "Well," He paused, thinking about what to say next. "Fine," He huffed. "you win." With that he got up and walked towards the front of the bus. "Get your ass in here! I wanna leave!"

"This is so awesome!" Demi's shriek echoed through the quiet buss. "Ik kan het niet geloven! Ik ben een voorprogramma van the Jonas Brothers!(12*)" She came back to the main part of the bus, dancing around, her arms up in the air. "Ik ga touren, ik ga touren, met de Jonas Brothers!(13*)" She did her own little happy-dance. "Je had Gomez haar gezicht moeten zien! Ik wou dat ik een fotocamera had!(14*)"

Don't judge me tomorrow by,
the way I'm acting today.

"Je hebt nooit gezegd dat 't zo saai was om te touren!(15*)" Demi whined. She was sprawled out on the couch, her head on Joe's tighs, who didn't seem to mind at all while he continued to read in his book.

"Je hebt 't nooit gevraagd.(16*)" Miley just shrugged. She was sitting at the table in the small kitchen, her iPod besides her, and a book open infront of her. "Nooit geweten dat 'Harry Potter' zo interessant kon zijn in het Engels.(17*)" She hummed to herself, flipping the page.

Demi looked up to see what book Joe was actually reading. It was; 'Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince' His eyes flicked along the lines in the book, he ever so often pushed his glasses up as they slid down his nose. "You should get them to fit better."

Joe looked down at the girl who was resting her head on his leg. "What?"

"Your glasses, you should get them to fit better. I think it's annoying that they slide down your nose all the time." Demi shrugged. "Glad I don't have glasses." She muttered, tearing her eyes from Joe and to Justin, who was along with Nick, sleeping on the other couch.

"Nah, it's not necessary." Joe had picked his book back up, and pushed his glasses further up his nose again. His eyes were already going along the lines again.

"Whatever gets you through your day." Demi shrugged again, already having lost her interest in the whole conversation. She was busy looking at the chipped, red nailpolish on the thumb of her left hand.

Miley looked at her boyfriend and twin brother. Her head was leaning on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table. "Hoe kunnen ze echt nu al slapen?(18*)" She looked at the two boys, who were in almost identical positions. Both had their heads leaning back, the crown of their head against the wall. Their mouths were slightly open, and soft snores escaped them. The only difference was, that Justin was sitting Indian style, while Nick had his legs sticking forwards.

Demi rolled her eyes at the two. "Het zijn jongens, wat verwacht je nou?" She snorted quietly.

"Waarom is Joe dat niet aan 't slapen? Hij is echt de enige, behalve wij, die wakker is.(19*)" She nodded her head at Joe, who at the mentioning of his name looked up. "Zelfs Kevin slaapt!(19*)" She huffed, referring to her oldest brother, who's snores came flying through the bus from the bunks.

"Ik probeerde ermee te zeggen dat Joe geen jongen is.(20*)" Demi laughed.

"Awe, she's saying you're not a boy." She smirked at Joe, who had been looking confused at the both of them, just a few seconds before.

"Because..?" He still looked confused as she looked at the brunette's head in his lap, she was laughing.

"Because you aren't sleeping." Miley pointed out lazily, her attention already back to her book and iPod, changing the song to a more up beat song to stay awake.

"I'm not a boy, because I'm not sleeping? You know that that doesn't make sense at all." His eyebrows were raised, his book forgotten next to him, some pages flipped themselves over, till it finally came to a halt, somewhere halfway through the book.

"I know." Demi said in a sing song voice. "That was the point." She tapped her feet against the couch in some kind of rythm.

"Miles, your best friend is weird." He shot at his sister, then picked his book back up and flipped through it till he had found the page he was reading a few moments ago. He ignored Demi's cries of; 'Hey, I'm not weird!"

"Why are you telling me? I already knew that." Miley sighed and looked up. "Where are we going anyway?" She sighed again as the only thing she saw were meadows with cows, and some with horses.

"Next stop is Italy, concert's in two days." He didn't tear his eyes from his book. "Now keep it down, I'm trying to read here." He shushed his little sister.

"Met de nadruk op 'trying'.(21*)" Demi giggled, causing Joe to look up from his book again, a glare plastered on his face. "Sorry, mister grumpy pants." She laughed again as Joe continued to glare at her. "Hij is niet precies de vrolijkste vogeltje uit 't nest, hmm?(22*)" Her question was supposed to be for Miley, but her best friend seemed to be more interested in counting the cows that they passed by then to listen to her. "Miley."

"Tweeentwintig, drieentwintig.(23*)" The brunette muttered under her breath, ignoring her friend as her eyes flicked from left to right, and back to the left again. "Vierentwintig, vijfentwintig.(23*)"

"Miley." Demi tried again, now sitting up from her comfortable position. "Miley?" She watched as her best friend seemed to be hypnothized by the cows outside. She looked out the window and scoffed as she saw it had started to rain. Figures, Miley loves to watch the rain. You could never have a decent talk with her as she stared at the rain. "Vindt je niet dat we Joe in een tutu, 'single ladies' moeten laten zingen?(24*)"

"Hmmm, sure you can take it Nick." Miley muttered, her eyes still looking out the window, where it started to grow darker by the second. "It's on the bottom shelf."

Even Joe had forgotten all about his book to watch the odd behavior of his sister. "What's she doing?" He closed his book, but not before placing a piece of paper in between the pages to show him where he had to open his book the next time.

"It's raining." Demi pointed out, lying back down again. "She allways goes totally gaga when it rains, can't have a decent conversation with her as she watches it." She laid her head back on Joe's tigh again. "It's really annoying sometimes, but it are the only times she's really quiet and not jumping all over the place."

Nick suddenly shot up from his sleeping position, his eyes wide open. "No, not Pandie!" He gasped, then looked around him, dazed. "What, what happened?" He rubbed his eyes, then looked at Demi and Joe. "Where are we?"

Demi blinked her eyes a few times as she stared at the middle brother. "Pandie?" She asked, more to herself then anyone else. Then she started laughing hysterically, clutching her stomach. "Oh my gosh."

"Gah, my neck hurts." Nick moaned as he rolled his head, making it crack at some points. "Ah, that's better." He sighed, still rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, you shouldn't just fall asleep, now I'm not a boy because you guys did that." Joe took a quick moment to glare at his brother, then he looked back at Miley, who seemed like she did not know what was happening around her.

"Huh?" Nick stared at his brother, then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever pulls you through the day, bro."

Oh why, that's what I keep asking,
was there anything, I could have said or done?

"Ik weet heus wel hoe hij werkt hoor!(25*)" Miley snapped as she twisted the flipvideo camera in her hand. "Zullen we het maar g'woon proberen?(26*)" She looked up at Demi, who was sitting on the tourbus' couch, her arms folded together.

"Ach wat, probeer maar gewoon.(27*)" Demi shrugged, tired of watching Miley fiddle with the tiny camcorder. "Als we het verkloten maakt 't niks uit.(28*)"

Miley grinned, pushing a button. To her suprise the small screen now showed Demi, the direction the lens was pointing at. "Hij doet 't!(29*)" She cried out in happyness. "Nu nog..(29*)" She trailed of, hitting the record button. She quickly placed it down, making sure Demi's head was still in view. Then she made her way next to her best friend.

"Hi!" Demi giggled. "I'm Demi, and this is my bff, Miley!" She swung her arms around Miley's neck, hugging her best friend tightly. "So, tell them where we are!" She giggled as she let go of Miley, almost jumping with excitement.

"We are, on the Jonas Brother's tourbus!" Miley threw her arms up, as if she was showing something, wich she actually was. "And we're on our way to Italy today!"

"Did we like, pass the border already?" Demi looked at Miley, then back at the camera. "Because then I should say; 'ciao'. Ha, beat that, I never learned Italian!"

"Sei uno stupido.(30*)" Miley rolled her eyes at he best friend. "But, anyways!" She ignored Demi's confused look, as the girl next to her tried to figure out what she just said to her. "To all Jobro's fans out there, we have a lil' something for the concert tomorrow night!" She looked at Demi. "Right Dems?"

But Demi was still frowning, trying to figure out what Miley had just said to her. "What did you just say to me?" She whined, her bottom lip sticking out slightly.

"Nothing that was important." Miley brushed it off. "Anyway, we hope to see all you Italian peepz out there tomorrow! My brothers love you all!" She grinned. "Peace!" She held her fingers up in a peace sign, and nudged Demi with her shoulder as the girl didn't say anything. "Demi." She hissed quietly. "Say something."

"Yeah, bye." Demi said absentmindley, waving to the camera. Miley just sighed as she stopped the recording. "Alright, let's upload this." She got up from the couch, reaching for her laptop, and sat back down again.

Instead of makin' love,
we both made our separate ways.

Miley looked at the clock that was hanging on one of the metal bars that held the gigantic stage up. It revealed that it was less than 45 minutes till her brothers had to get on stage, so that meant less then 5 minutes for her and Demi to get up there. She could clearly hear her boyfriend sing one of his hits up there, pumped with energy as he crossed the stage again, and again.

"Vijf minuten tot dat we Milaan een poepie laten ruiken!(31*)" Demi was getting wired up by some Dude, her arms up as the man pushed some kind of machine into the back pocket of her jeans. "Dit gaat tegek worden!(32*)"

Miley gripped the microphone in her hand tighter, nerve butterflies swarming around in her stomach. "Ik ben nerveus.(33*)" She looked at her knuckles, which had turned white from the death grip on the microphone.

"Waarom?(34*)" Demi pulled her eyebrows up, and sat next to Miley, ontop of the black box. "De vorige keer was je ook niet nerveus.(34*)"

"Ik had ook lekker de tijd om nerveus te zijn!(35*)" Miley snapped, but then sighed. "Sorry, ik moet niet boos op jou worden, jij kan er ook niks aan doen dat ik nerveus ben.(36*)" She released her grip on the microphone slightly. She didn't dare to look at the clock again. "Hoe lang nog?(37*)" She could hear Justin finish his last song, Baby, and the crowd cheered for him.

Demi jumped off the box as the platform was lowered. "Nu.(38*)" She grabbed Miley by her arm, pulling her towards the lowered, empty, stage part. "We kunnen dit!(38*)" She stepped onto the platform, that began rotating upwards as soon as they both stood on it secure.

"You've all probably heard of her already, right?" Justin asked as he made his way towards the main part of the stage. "If you haven't, it is my honor to introduce my girlfriend, and the Jonas Brother's little sister, and her best friend. Miley Jonas and Demi Lovato!"

Miley's nerve butterflies dissapeared as soon as she heard the cheering of the people in the crowd. It gave her a kick, having so much people cheer and scream for, and at, her. "How's everybody doing tonight?" She smiled at the man that placed her microphone stand infront of her. "We're happy to be here tonight!"

"Wooh!" Was all Demi said before rushing to Justin, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, the other holding her microphone. "And we want to thank this lil' peanut brain here, for that beautiful introduction." She tightened her grip on him as Justin tried to duck under her arm. "Nuh uh, you're staying right here."

Miley placed her microphone in the stand. "Really Demi, peanut brain?" She laughed. "Anyway, are ya'll ready to hear some good music?" She giggled at Justin's insulted cry of; 'Hey!' "No, I'm just kidding, we're all great singers here, some are just better then others." She shrieked as Justin dived at her, but she jumped out of his way. She grabbed her stand, bringing the microphone to her mouth. "Ready?" She grinned at the cheers she got as an answer.

"I probably shouldn't say this, but sometimes I get so scared." Miley grabbed onto her stand, swaying from left to right along the music. "When I think about the previous, relationship we shared."

"It was awesome, but we lost it. It's not possible for us, not to care." Demi let herself be rotated by the stage, passing by every side of the audience. "And now we're standing in the rain." She looked back at Miley, over her shoulder.

"But nothing's ever gonna change, untill you hear, our dear." Their voice blended together, like it always did.

"The seven things we hate about you!" Miley pulled her microphone from the stand, running of the main part of the stage. "The seven things we hate about you, oh you!" She almost screamed into the microphone.

"Your vain," One of Demi's fingers went up. "your games," Two fingers. "you're insecure." The thirth went up. "You love us, you like her." She grabbed onto her microphonestand, dragging it after her as she went back to the edge of the rotating stage. She placed the stand next to her, holding onto it as a sort of support.

"You make us laugh, you make us cry. We don't know wich side to buy." Miley came back up onto the main stage. "You're friends, they're jerk. When you act like them, you know it hurts." Her eyes fell onto Demi's back, since her best friend was still at the edge, swaying from left to right.

"We wanna be, with the one we know." They sang together. "And the seventh thing, we hate the most is that you,"

"You make me love you." Miley finished, her microphone back in the blue and white stand again.

"It's awkward and it's silent, as you wait for me to say." Justin stepped closer to Miley, singing the next verse of her song by his own. "What you need to hear now, is a sincere apology. If I mean it, you'll believe it. If I text it, you'll delete it."

"Let's be clear, oh I'm not coming back." Miley grabbed onto Justin's outstretched hand, the other holding onto her stand so she could drag it along with her as she stepped closer to him. "You're taking, seven steps here!" She pulled her mictophone from the stand.

"The seven things you hate about me!" Justin pulled his girlfriend even closer to him, staring into her light blue/gray eyes. "My vain."

"Your games, you're insecure."

"I love you, I like her. I make you laugh, I make you cry."

"And I don't even know wich side to buy!" She added an extra word to the sentence.

"My friends, they're jerk. When I act like them, I know it hurts. You just wanna be, with the one you know."

"And the seventh thing, I hate the most, is that you," Miley stepped away from him, pulling her hand from his grip. "You make me love you." She turned around to look at the crowd. "And compared to all the great things, that would take to long to write." She lowered her microphone.

"You probably should mention, the seven that you like."

Miley turned back to face Justin in one swift motion. "The seven things I like about you!" She pointed at him. "Your hair, your eyes,"

"Your old levis." Demi was crouching next to Justin, and pulled on his jeans. "They're nice, I admit." She joked before Miley continued.

"When we kiss, I'm hypnotized. You make me laugh, you make me cry," She traced her finger from her eye, down to her cheek. "But I guess that's both I'll have to buy!"

"Your hand in mine, when we're interwined. Everything's alright!" Justin walked to the other side of the stage, his back now facing Miley. "You just wanna be, with the one you know." He knew Miley was staring at him, but he bent down and started whispering to a man.

"And the seventh thing, I like the most is that you," Miley was curious to what Justin was doing, so she went closer to him. She stopped at centre of the stage, gasping as Justin turned around again. "You make me love you." She finished in a whisper, then lowered her microphone to stare wide eyed, and mouth dropped, at her boyfriend.

Justin walked closer to her, his microphone in his left hand, raised to his mouth. In his other, he was carrying a bouquet of red and pink roses. "Happy six month anniversary, Ley."

Miley didn't even feel Demi take her microphone away from her, as her eyes clouded with unshed tears. "Happy anniversary." She whispered at him, before throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Demi 'awed' along with the crowd, smiling at the sweet moment her two best friends were sharing together. "Mustin, Mustin, Mustin!" She chanted along with the audience.

Keep downing drinks like this
Not tomorrow that just right now, now, now, now, now, now

(*): 'It's just not fair.'
(2*): 'Just because Justin is a professional singer he's allowed to come with you as an opening act. I can sing too, why can't I come?'
(3*): 'Demi, you're a genius!'
(4*): 'We can just take another opening act with us! I mean, before my brothers get on stage an hour has already passed! And an opening act is normally twenty minutes to half an hour!'
(5*): 'This is so smart!' 'Why haven't we thought about this earlier?'
(6*): 'Good that id did then, hmm?' 'Because otherwise you would be all alone with only boys on a bus.'
(7*): 'What do y-' 'What's happening?'
(8*): 'I'm going with you on tour!'
(9*): 'Can you believe it?'
(10*): 'Really?'
(11*): 'Let me show you the bus!'
(12*): 'I can't believe it! I'm an opening act for the Jonas Brothers!'
(13*): 'I'm touring, I'm touring, with the Jonas Brothers!'
(14*): 'You should've seen Gomez' face. I wish I had a camera.'
(15*): 'You never said it was this boring to be touring.'
(16*): 'You never asked.'
(17*): 'Never knew 'Harry Potter' was so interesting in english.'
(18*): 'How can they sleep right now?'

(18.5*): 'They are boys, what did you expect?'
(19*): 'Why isn't Joe sleeping then? He's really the only one, except us, that's awake.' 'Even Kevin is sleeping.'
(20*): 'What I'm trying to say with it is that Joe isn't a boy.'
(21*): 'With the emphasis onm 'trying'.'
(22*): 'He isn't exactly the happyist bird out of the nest, hmm?'
(23*): 'Twenty-two, twenty-three.' 'Twenty-four, twenty-five.'
(24*): 'Don't you think we should let Joe sing 'single ladies' in a tutu?'
(25*): 'I do know how it works!'
(26*): 'Shall we just try?'
(27*): 'Ach, just try it.'
(28*): 'If we fuck up it doesn't matter.'
(29*): 'It's working!' 'Now only..'
(30*): 'You're stupid.'
(31*): 'Five minutes till we're going to rock Milan!'
(32*): 'This is going tob e awesome!'
(33*): 'I'm nervous.'
(34*): 'Why?' 'You weren't nervous last time.'
(35*): 'I didn't have the time to be nervous the last time!'
(36*): 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't get angry at you, you can't help it that I'm nervous.'
(37*): 'How long have we left?'
(38*): 'Now.' 'We can do this!'