A/N: Hiya! Haha, here's another update. I think I'm getting my groove back with this story haha. Sorry this one's short, but the next chapter is gonna be big! Lots of stuff will happen and this was kind of a set up to that. I'll let you in on a secret: reviews make me very happy! So go ahead, make my day; I dare you. (:
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Demi sighed impatiently, running her fingers through her hair. He's late, she thought just as the bell above the door signaled a new customer. Nick marched in nervously.
"You're late," Demi raised her eyebrows.
"You're early," Nick rubbed his neck anxiously.
"You said meet me in ten and I was here at ten. But let's not skirt the subject any longer. What's wrong with Miley?" she asked curtly. Demi didn't mean to be rude, but she was worried. Something was wrong and she didn't know what. She always did have a fear of the unknown.
"Miley? She ummm, well you see, umm, it's about, ummm, like, umm," he stuttered. Somehow, admitting something was wrong was harder than he thought it would be. Because saying it out loud made it a reality.
"Miley what, Nick? Just spit it out!" she cried exasperated.
"Miley hates herself," Nick said bluntly. "She doesn't eat, throws up, and I'm not certain, but I think that she's depressed and cutting herself." There, he finally said it.
"Oh no," Demi wailed. "Oh no, oh no, oh no! I knew it," she said before she burst into tears.
"You knew what?"
"I knew," she sobbed, "that something was wrong. I didn't know what but I knew. And I wasn't there to stop her," she cried. "Damn it! Don't you think she should have learned from me and my mistakes? God."
"Demi this isn't your fault," Nick tried to console her.
"She doesn't deserve this," Demi whispered. "She doesn't deserve to feel this pain. She's a good person, Nick! A good person! And yet she gets this thrown at her," she murmured.
"She's deeper than everyone thinks. She has secrets too," Nick muttered.
