-Selena's POV-

I tried to leave the room as quietly as possible. I got up, taking a glance at the girl lying on the bed. Her curly reddish-brown hair was a tangled up mess, her mascara, and eyeliner had run down her face, making smears and revealing red blotchy eyes. All of these, being the result of crying her heart out. I quietly walked out the door and down the stairs to the Stewart kitchen, and opened the fridge.

I grabbed 4 slices of cheese, and a stick of butter. I shut the fridge, and walked over to the breadbox, and grabbed an unopened loaf of bread. I grabbed a skillet from the rack on the wall and turned the eye on the stove to 350, and made 4 grilled cheeses. When I finished, I washed the skillet, fixed 2 glasses of cherry coke, and cut the grilled cheeses in half. I put 4 halfs on 1 plate, and did the same with the other.

Then I set the plates, and glasses on a tray, along with napkins, and headed up the stairs. I quietly crept into the room, and set the tray down on her bedside table. I shook her gently. "Miles? Miley! Wake up!" I said gently. The girl stirred and sat up slowly. "Selena?"

"Yes?" I asked. "Why are you here?" she asked slowly.

I explained to her that I brought her home after a rough day at school. "Oh... I remember." Miley said quietly, looking down. I saw something hit the white, polka-dotted comforter, making a small mark in the giant turquoise colored polka dot, look darker. I quickly wrapped my arms around her. "It'll be okay," I told her.

She wiped her tears and looked up at me. "Now, lets eat!" I said. I handed her a plate and her drink. After we ate, Miley attempted to lay back down. "NO! I don't think so missy! We are strong, independent women. We don't mope around when a guy upsets us. We make the guy jealous!" I said jumping off the bed. "He's still my boyfriend! He's gonna think I have no remorse what-so-ever," she replied.

"You can't just mope around Miles! It wasn't even your fault! You TRIED to push him off!You have to cheer up. Lets go to the mall!" I said excitedly, trying to make her smile. "Okay," she said, slightly smiling, and getting up to go to her closet. Don't you need to call your parents that you're going?" I asked.

"Nah, my dad is on a business trip. He's always busy. He doesn't care what I do. And my mom is in Paris on a business meeting for the next 2 weeks. She's a designer." Miley replied opening up glass double doors. "Oh, I've never heard of a designer with the last name 'Stewart' would I know of her?" I asked. "Oh, she goes by her maiden name because she started her business before she married Dad. Her name is Colline. She goes by Coco Chenille though." Miley replied from somewhere in the closet.

I ran into the closet. "YOU'RE Mom is COCO CHENILLE?!?!?!" I asked excitedly. 'Yep. But you can't tell. You Nick, and Emily are the only ones who know." Miley said seriously, as she walked into the bathroom. She came out a moment later in Purple American Eagle skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt that said "Hollister" in purple metallic letters. She pulled on purple converses and walked over to her mirror.

She brushed her hair, and the curls fell into place, as if she had spent 30 minutes with a curling iron in it. Not 30 seconds with a brush. She pulled the front of it out of her face, and into a clip. She straightened her bangs, and grabbed her blackberry, throwing it in her purse. She adjusted the heart shaped pendant around her neck (A present from Nick), and applied new mascara, eyeliner, purple glittery eyeshadow, and lipgloss.

We walked out the door, and out to her garage. "Aren't we taking my car? I thought you left yours at school," I said confused. "I have another one. I just don't take it out a lot, cause it's personalized and if I take it out, thats the only time I ever get paparazzi attention, because they don't know what my other car looks like." She replied. "Paparazzi?" I asked, curiously. "My Mom and Dad are wealthy and my mom is pretty much a celebrity, but I keep myself hidden from the paparazzi. They don't know where I go to school, where I live, or anything about me. But I'm tired of hiding. So I'm just gonna put it out there." Miley said matter-of-factly.

We walked out to her garage and my mouth dropped pen when I saw a convertible Porsche, with the initials "MS" on the hood in big black letters.(think Sharpay. lol) I felt my mouth drop open. I got in and slowly closed my mouth, as Miley turned on the radio. The words to "Starts With Goodbye" by Carrie Underwood started playing. Miley let down the top and turned the radio up as loud as It would go. This thing has surround sound! All of a sudden, as we pulled onto the freeway, there were cars with paparazzi everywhere. Miley just ignored them. "I love this song!" I commented. Just then, Ryan Seacrest's voice filled the speakers.

"That was Starts With Goodbye, by Carrie Underwood. And here she is! The country starlet herself! Miss Carrie Underwood!" Ryan said in a 'wow' voice. "Hi Ryan!" Carrie said sweetly. "Hello Carrie. So, the first question is, What were you thinking when you wrote this amazing song?" Ryan asked. "Actually, I didn't write this song Ryan." Carrie replied. "What?!" Ryan said unison with me, and probably thousands of other people in the world. "My good friend Miley Stewart wrote it. " Carrie replied. I reached up and turned the radio up, then turned seriously towards Miley. "You didn't tell me that you wrote my favorite song in the whole wide world!!" I exclaimed. "Oh, uhmm, I'm glad you like it." She replied, focusing on the road.

"Oh my goodness! We should write a song together!" I exclaimed. "You write songs too?" She asked curiously. "Yeah! We should write an awesome breakup song!" I said excitedly. "We should!" she laughed. We pulled into the mall parking lot and walked into the mall, ignoring the paparazzi, who weren't allowed in the mall.

After countless hours of American Eagle, Hollister, Abercrombie and Fitch, Aeropostale, Bath & Body Works, Victoria's Secret, Banana Republic, and of course, Suburban Outfitters, all of which was paid by Miley and her unlimited platinum credit card, we walked out to the car, and the paparazzi actually carried most of our bags for us, since we had so many that we couldn't even see in front of us, because our faces were covered in bags. We had problems stuffing them all into the Porsche, but after squeezing stuff into the trunk and place behind our seats, until they were full, we only had two bags left, so we placed them in my floorboard, and set off.

We stopped by Starbucks on the way back to her house and grabbed 2 caramel mocha lates with foam. When we got to her house, she asked me if I wanted to stay the night. "We could work on the song," I agreed. I called my Mom and asked. She said it was fine, but I would need clothes. I told her that I already had some, (not mentioning how I got them) and that I'd see her tomorrow. As I hung up, I walked over to Miley, who was checking her phone for the 100th time that day. "MILES! Stop thinking bout him! He'll come around! Its not like you guys are broken up or anything. He's probably just blowing off steam," I assured her, taking her blackberry away and putting it in my pocket. We sat down and started writing. An hour later, we came up with this.

Miley

Selena

Both (harmony)

I miss you, I'm not okay,

is it these words, you long to hear me say?

Want me to beg forgiveness, though, your the one that walked away,

well, I don't think so, its your turn to be in pain.

So, Don't bother callin, i wont answer the phone,

Might as well cry now, cause I'm already gone.

You can tell me that you miss me,

That without me, you're not complete.

and we both know its true,

But since when do I care about you?

You can call but you'll get the beep.

Remember, I've got caller ID.

Its called a ignore button, yeah I have one too.

You used yours on me, now I'm using mine on you.

So, Don't bother callin, i wont answer the phone,

Might as well cry now, cause I'm already gone.

You can tell me that you miss me,

That without me, your not complete.

and we both know its true,

But since when do I care about you?

So, Don't bother callin, i wont answer the phone,

Might as well cry now, cause I'm already gone.

You can tell me that you miss me,

That without me, your not complete.

and we both know its true,

But since when do I care about you?

Yeah, When I have I cared,

When have I cared, about you?

Oh, Since when do I care about you?

After the song, I went to the bathroom. When I came back, Miley had her blackberry against her ear. I saw a tear slide down her face, as she pressed the end button. I knew exactly what that meant. Voicemail. Again. Oh, boy...

Sorry its been so long! I have been SO busy studying, My finals start on Tuesday, So I'm super nervous! I hope you enjoyed. Please comment! (I took your advice and hit space a few times.) lol Thanks for reading!

Xoxo,

Whitni