It's been a couple days since Mitchel and I got back from our honeymoon. So today Miley and I were taking our daughters to go eat. I drove to the restaurant with Jordan and Hope in their car seats in the back. When we got there, Miley and I took our daughters out and walked in. When we got a table, Miley pulled out something from her purse. It was a People magazine.

"Look who's on the cover." she said.

The cover was a picture of Mitchel and I. The headline said Mitchel Musso and Emily Osment are married!

I flipped opened the magazine and found the article. It was really pictures from our wedding. There was a picture of Mitchel and I, a picture of Mitchel, Jordan, and me, a picture of Miley and me holding our daughters, and so on. When I finished the magazine, I closed it.

"You can keep it." Miley said.

I put the magazine in my purse and pulled out baby food for Jordan. Miley pulled out baby food for Hope from her purse. Miley and I ordered our food.

"Emily, I need to tell you something. It involves Nick." Miley said.

"What? You're not pregnant again?" I asked.

"No. Nick asked me to marry him." Miley told me.

"Did you say yes?" I asked.

"Yes." Miley said.

"So is that it?"

"No. For my wedding since you're married and all." Miley began.

"And?"

"I want you to be my matron of honor. My sister is going to be my maid of honor and Noah is going to be a flower girl." Miley said.

I stared at her.

"So?" Miley asked.

"I'll do it! I feel so honored!" I smiled.

Jordan and Hope started giggling at each other in their chairs.

"Our daughters are going to be best friends." Miley smiled.

Suddenly some teenage boys came up.

"Look it's the sluts from Hannah Montana!" one laughed.

Miley and I ignored them.

Then I girl joined the boys.

"I don't know what Nick Jonas sees in you Miley. You whore!" the girl laughed.

I saw tears in Miley's eyes.

"Emily, you brother Haley Joel Osment is way better. Cause you are a slutty bitch." the girl laughed.

Ouch, that hurt. I felt tears in my eyes. I felt bad that Jordan and Hope had to hear this. Suddenly somebody wrapped around me. I turned my head, it was Mitchel. I started crying.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I pointed to the teenagers.

"What did they do?" Mitchel asked.

"We called them sluts." one boy said.

"And I called Miley a whore and Emily a slutty bitch." the girl said.

"You have a lot of nerve." Mitchel told the girl.

"That's what my mom says." the girl said.

"And why are you call Emily and Miley sluts and whores. When you are the slutty whore bitch." Mitchel told her.

The girl's mouth dropped.

"Don't say that about my girlfriend!" one boy said.

"She called my wife a bitch." Mitchel reminded him.

Wife. Weird. I'm Mitchel's wife and he is my husband.

The teenagers stood there.

"Let's go." Mitchel said.

Miley grabbed Hope and I grabbed Jordan, we got our stuff together and left.

"Thanks." I told Mitchel.

"No problem." Mitchel said as he kiss me.

"Well I have to drop Miley off at her house. Meet you at home?" I asked.

Mitchel nodded. Miley and I got into our car. We drove off towards Miley's house. It was then when Miley started to break down crying.

"Miles, you ok?" I asked.

"No. Emily, you have it better than me. I looked on YouTube and found hate videos of me. I know about some people don't like me, but can't they keep it to their selves?" Miley cried.

"Miley, you're a big star. Some people will hate you and there is nothing to do about it. The world can be cruel, all we can do is deal with it." I told her.

"Thanks Emily. I'm glad we're friends." Miley said drying her tears.

When I got back home, I put Jordan in her crib. And laid down on my bed. Jordan and I needed a break.

"Hey." Mitchel said as he walked in.

"I'm talking a nap." I told him.

"I'll take one with you." Mitchel said as he laid next to me. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." Mitchel said.

Then we fell asleep.