I sighed, walking into a Disney meeting with the Executives to figure out what all of us are going to do now that Hannah's over. They didn't want to let me go, but they didn't want to hold a tie that wasn't doing anything. There were other unassigned people or unbusy-on-a-break people coming to get a new act, or record idea, however, I was the only one who was just finishing a series.

There was the normal long table filled with thirty or so chairs. The Boss was seated at the head of the table, the black-suited men all beside him, leaving us teenagers to sit wherever we wanted of the majority of empty chairs.

The first place I bolted was towards Demi. We were one of the first ones to arrive. Soon enough Alyson came in, followed by Gray's, and Vanessa (who came with Zac), Emily, with more and more people trickling in.

"We're aware that you all don't have any type of acting going on, are on a break, or we just have something to give you." Boss said after everyone had arrived. "Today, we made some of you parts in movies already, and others have auditions to schedule."

"If you have an audition, come up when I call your name," the man sitting next to him said. "Vanessa Montez... Zachary Bolton... Alyson and Amanda Machalka... (that's legal [; it's spelled with an I – i checked.) Hilary McGuire..."

It seemed to go on forever. I looked over to Vanessa, giving her a small smile. She held up a hand with a ring. My eyes widened. Zac had popped the question, confirming that they were both for real about this and committed. I mouthed congrats before turning my attention back to the man at the head of the table.

"Next, we have some of you placed for movies that are going to be made. You have no auditions, but you do have to come up to get the details." he instructed. "Emily Truscott, you have Underwater. Joe, Kevin, and Nick Gray, you are all going to be part of the Camp Rock sequel. Raven Symone, you've been placed in a movie called Never Forget. Demi Torres, you're with the Gray's on Camp Rock 2. Alyson, you're the same. Jesse McCarthy, you'll be co-starring in Forever 21." I waited as everyone else got their papers. Go figure that I would be last to get called. "Miley Stewart, you'll be shooting Camp Rock 2 as well, starring as Daphne Duke."

"WHAT?!" I jumped up, screaming simultaneously with Nick.

"Is that a problem?" he asked us, his ice eyes going back and forth.

"YES!" we both told him.

"Why?"

"Miley, sit-" Demi tried to pull me down.

"Because I can't stand him!" I protested.

"I hate her!"

He huffed, leaning his body back. "Nobody says you have to get along."

I felt my eyes fill with tears that I knew wouldn't be held back. How come I didn't get a say in this? "Excuse me," I piped out. Before anyone could say anything I ran to the door.

Even once it shut I could hear the fuss inside the room. Nick yelled something incoherent before another Disney Executive that I couldn't tell the voice of hushed them all.

"ENOUGH!" he boomed. There was no longer a murmur of talking. The room silenced from outside and nothing was heard by me.

Beside me the door opened. I automatically turned my head away from whoever it was, trying to cut off the tears that were still pouring down. I knew that there are bigger problems in the world, but this was my big problem. I didn't like the feeling of being controlled, or the thought of working with enemies.

"Miley," Vanessa called from behind me. I heard a shuffle of feet as Zac walked right past, facing me. He pulled me close to him, softly rubbing my back. "You'll be okay, Mi."

"How do you know that?" I turned to her.

"Demi and Alyson will be there. Then you'll have me, Ash, Zac, Logan – everyone just a phone call away."

I shook my head. They didn't get it. I dug my head into Zac.

"Just... remember the good times." he tried. "Like, remember when you two met?"

"I guess so."

"I remember. You guys were going out the next day."

I closed my eyes thinking back to the exact moment at the AIDS benefit. I seemed to be the misfit. I had met a lot of new friends that day that would later become my best friends, but somehow I wasn't having much fun. I was too nervous.

Vanessa stayed with me the entire time once she met me, along with Ashley. High School Musical had just came out in January of that year, and they weren't as famous then, but they were much more famous than I was. I knew for a fact that they could do better than me when it came to people to hang out with.

We didn't talk about anything particular, and honestly, after awhile I was beginning to get bored there. Vanessa didn't trust me back then, and I don't think Ashley did either, so we couldn't gossip. It was all the small talk everyone gets bored of, with some occasional dancing.

Suddenly, Vanessa's eyes brightened. Ashley giggled, but I looked around clueless. Once Zac came up with some of his guy friends it was obvious that they were going out. She ran to him, grasping him into a tight hug with a small peck on the lips. I knew right then, that that was the relationship I wanted to have. I knew right then that I wanted to have someone that remotely perfect for me, that he could make me smile just at his presence.

They both stood with goofy grins on their faces until Ashley yelled at them to get off their planet.

"Right!" Zac said. "Oh yeah, and guys, this is Nick. Him and his brother's are in this new band. I guess they just got signed."

"Sweet," Vanessa said, shaking his hand.

I stared at him from a distance. His curls hung softly off of his head. It was one of the last times he wore jeans to a party. The next time he went to one was a year later and their band was beginning to become famous.

"He called you pretty," Zac told me winking. "Go say hi."

I walked over to him, tapping his shoulder delicately. He spun around, and that moment when I first saw his chocolate brown eyes I wanted everyone else to leave us alone. I blushed.

"Hey. I'm Miley."

"Nick."

He held out his hand for a shake but I rose one eyebrow at him, smiling slyly. "I don't do handshakes, I do hugs."

It was a lie, but I'd do anything to intertwine with his body. He nodded, and we hugged.

"I hate your shirt," I blurted. That was the first comment I ever said to him.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" I screamed, coming back to reality where I was crying into his chest. "YOU INTRODUCED ME TO HIM!" I started to punch him furiously, and we both stood up. He tried to stop me, push me away, do anything, but it didn't work. "It's all your fault!" I repeated. "It's all your fault!"

"Miley," he tried to coax me off. "Miley, stop it! You're hurting me."

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I continued, loosing control. "It's your fault I met him. You ruined my life!" I screamed. My hair started to stick to my face from the heat of my crying. "I hate you!"

"Miley, stop it now!" Vanessa yelled, coming between us. She pursed her lips, nostrils flaring. It was usually a sign to run, because she was pissed. Her voice was firm, and demanding, "Zac, go back in the room."

He nodded with a frazzled expression on his face. The look he gave me was pure horror, as he began to massage his chest. Our eyes followed him until the door shut, everyone in the room looking towards it out of our view.

"I understand that you don't like Nick, Miley, but that was just unreasonable. You hurt Zac, and you could've of really hurt him."

She cupped her hands softly around my cheeks. "I know that you don't want to work with him – hell, I don't blame you. You can't go around hitting other people though, Mi. You really hurt his feelings."

"I know." I felt the guilt begin to build in my gut. "I really hate Nick, Nessa. I really, really hate him." Water started to come down from my eyes again. "I don't want to do this."

"I wouldn't either. However, life sucks. You're the strongest person I know. No one says that you need to love him – you don't even need to like him. All you need to do is say a script to him. Okay?"

"Thanks," I nodded hugging her.

"No problem." she wiped the last tear from my eye. "Let's go back. The Disney Men will get angry if we don't get our asses in there."

I grinned. "Okay."

She gave me one last reassuring look before we were met with twenty-six pairs of eyes. Joe and Nick weren't there, but everyone else fell silent at our entrance. I gave a weak smile.

"Here." Demi handed me a confidential yellow envelope. "It's your copy of the script."

I nodded. "Thank-you."

"Are you okay?"

"Dandy," I grunted. "Be right back."

I walked over to Zac, squeezing him tightly. I rested my head casually on his shoulders. "I'm really really sorry."

He started to play with my hair. "It's okay.... Are you okay?"

"Your girlfriend set me straight. I'm good." I chuckled.

"She does that to a person," he let me go.

"You may all leave now. We do request that Nicholas Gray, Joseph Gray, Paul Gray II, Demetria Torres, and Miley Stewart all stay behind to discuss some problems," a Disney Man announced.

I groaned, letting Zac go. Once he disappeared Demi was by my side in an instant.

"We seem to have a problem between some of you," the Boss said once it was only us five. "Now, we know that each of you would be perfect for the roles you're playing. The question is, what seems to be the problem here?"

"Miley," Nick huffed under his breath. My mouth hung open.

"Me? You're the problem here, Nicholas," I spat.

"What's the issue?"

"The girl – if she is a girl – sitting across from me." Nick glared.

"Nicholas is the one-"

"Okay." Demi interrupted me. "Miley wanted a little break from Nick, because they were always fighting. She wanted a little one, but then, he started to ignore her. She tried for two months, then gave up on all three of them. He then went out with Selena, which made Miley even more upset. All the time he was becoming a huge Hollywood brat – which now controls him."

"Thank-you, Demetria," he replied.

"Call me, Demi."

"This is not a reason for recasting you all. It's teenage drama, that won't be shown on camera. Got it?"

A chorus of mm-hmm's and yes' were heard before he released us.

"You and Nick still fighting?" I asked once the Gray's left.

"Yup," she shrugged. "He's a dip-shit."

"So, excited about the movie?" I didn't want to talk about it. Or get involved in the topic. It wasn't my business, and I would only end up saying something I'd regret. Especially when Demi swore. A swear is a swear, and Demi never said anything inappropriate.

"I suppose. I'll see you everyday."

"You already see me Monday through Friday. Aren't you sick of me?"

"Nah. Not quite. Are you excited?"

"Eh. I mean, I spent a year in Canada and loved it, but I don't want to spend three months with Nick."

"You would anyways for school," Demi pointed out as we exited into the California sun. "Maybe that's why they put us all in school. They knew about the projects and how we'd all be mixed up. They wanted to make us more comfortable with each other."

"Or they hate me."

"I doubt it."

I pulled out my sidekick, calling my ride as Demi did the same. It rang three times.

"Hello?" Logan answered.

"Hola," I greeted. "Told you I was getting better at my espanol."

"Ready to be picked up?" I could hear the humor in his voice.

"Yes, please."

"I'm on my way." The call ended and I smiled.

He was so... perfect. We never fought. Ever. Even if we both knew that he was right, one of us dropped the subject and never went back. He did everything when he should from remembering our dates, to teaching me new things, to simply making me happy. In a perfect way we were perfect for each other.

The silver pick-up truck appeared out of nowhere. "Bye Dems!"

"Miley!" she yelled.

I turned around impatient. "Can you hang out this weekend?"

"Well, tomorrow I'm hanging out with Taylor and Selena all day, again. Selena's sleeping over at my house, though... you can come!"

"Ex-Girlfriend's night out," Joe mumbled under his breath. Kevin chuckled lightly.

"Shut up Joe!" Demi scolded. "I'll call Sel, and figure things out with her."

I gave a nod before running to his car. This was the highlight of my day. I had needed him an hour ago when he wasn't there to tell me how it would all be okay. Nick didn't and never would matter as long as I didn't let him. I knew exactly what Logan would say to calm me down, only at the time I didn't care. I needed to hear him say it.

I gave him a kiss, letting it last for a few seconds before pulling away. I bit my bottom lip. The feeling never got old.

"You should have meetings more often." He pulled off the curb. I looked back at the building once to see Joe smiling at us. I grabbed my seatbelt, ignoring him.

"Oh really? Because I found out in this meeting that I'll be leaving in a month to shoot a movie."

"You're bluffing."

"Nope, first day of summer. Camp Rock 2."

I watched his expression carefully. I expected him to choke on air, his eyes to widen, even question how serious I was. He would freak out, tell me no, that I couldn't possibly go. He didn't. He played his poker face well, not showing the slightest bit of emotion. His head started to bob up, then down.

"That should be fun. You and Demi can become closer."

"Logan! It won't be fun! I have to sit with Joe, Kev, and Nick for three freaking months while I should be spending all day with you!"

"I'll run lines with you until you leave, then, you can call me every single time you need anything, and I'll call you right before I go to bed each day. It will be fine. They don't matter until you make them matter."

I smiled. I knew he would say that.

"Promise?"

"I promise. And if you meet any cute guys, call me before you kiss them."

I playfully hit him. "I'll try."

He dropped me off at my gate, the flashes already going off. I ignored the questions for once. I slammed the door, going straight to my room. I heard the family all call after me, but I didn't care. I would be gone in two weeks without most of them, stuck with the Gray's. In one hotel with rooms directly next to each other, it would be complete torture. I jumped on the bed, screaming into my pillow. These last past five months were almost over.

Once I pulled it together I picked up the yellow envelope for the first time, pulling out the many papers. There was the typical 'Thanks for doing this, we appreciate it' speech before the script started. Quickly I scanned each page wondering who 'Daphne Duke' was. Going on I noticed a constant name that appeared by mine. Nate.

Slowly, getting to the end I realized exactly who I was playing. Acting was a universal thing, but this would take real acting. I wasn't only playing a simple girl, but Nate's love interest. Last, on page seventy-two I saw the most terrifying line of all.

(Kiss Nate)

Well, Miley's screwed(:

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