I'm sorry Stephy, I really am.

"Will you sign my cast?" Noah smiled happily, pointing at the pink cast on her right leg. I rolled my eyes and sat down on a chair that was places across the room from the bed where Noah was laying. "Will you?" She looked at me with those puppy eyes and I laughed at her.

"Of course I will silly." I said and took a pen from a table and went to her bed to write something to her cast. My dad walked in to the room with a doctor, they were talking about her condition.

"Your daughter was really lucky, she could've died in that accident." I felt tears in my eyes remembering the sight I had witnessed just hours ago. "She does have to wear the cast for a month and then well take it off and hopefully it has fully recovered by then. After that, some physical therapy and she'll be as good as new." The doctor smiled and I looked at Noah who didn't seem to mind at all, which was weird cause basically it meant that she had to give up dancing until then.

"How's Mate?" I asked looking at my dad, and the room got silent. I doubt anyone really thought about him, because we were so busy with thinking about Noah. My dad frowned and sat on the bed next to us.

"He's at the veterinarian, but he's not looking too well, the car did hurt him pretty bad too." He took my hand do his and I felt the tears coming.

"I need to go there right now." I whispered and got up. I ran outside to the next building, where the veterinarian was. I rushed trough the doors to the guy who sat on the front desk. "My dog is here, where is he?" I cried out loud and he asked about Mate and I told him. Soon he showed me the room where Mate was laying on a desk. A doctor came in with me and I patted Mate as he laid there with no movement.

"We're doing everything we can, but it doesn't look good. He is old for a dog, already 10 years, but we'll try to get him recover." The doctor smiled at me sadly. I nodded and turned my gaze back to Mate. I had been so wrapped up with Nick and Noah that I almost forgot about my own dog, the one who had been with me trough everything. I looked at him peacefully sleeping on the desk and ran my hand trough his back. I tried convincing myself that he was going to be fine, but it only got me depressed.

After a while my dad walked to the room and put his hands to my shoulders. "At least he isn't suffering.." He whispered and I nodded with tears dropping from my eyes again. "I called your mother." He stated and I lifted my gaze to meet his. "When you called about Noah, I called her, but she was too busy with work to come over." He said and I felt the anger boiling inside of me. Her own fucking daughter was in danger and could've died and she was too busy? "There's nothing we can do here, let's go home, alright?" My dad suggested and I nodded, and walked away from Mate. We walked hand in hand to home, we didn't say a word during that time. Losing Mate would be hard for both of us. I couldn't imagine coming home and not have Mate there waiting for me. I couldn't imagine life without that one friend who always loved me, no matter what. We got into our house and I quickly made my way to my home and to my trashcan, where I found the letter I had addressed to my mom. I opened it quickly and sat on my bed to read it.

Dear mom

I've been thinking about you a lot lately and why you left us. I've used half of my life hating you, without fully knowing why you really left in the first place. I also think, that you might like to know something about us, your daughters.

Noah is eight years old now, you probably knew that already though. She's the sweetest kid ever, sometimes I hope she'd never grow up because of the sincerity she has, like nothing in this world is bad. I guess that's how kids are in that age. She's into dancing, like me when I was little, remember? But Noah actually has the patience to learn about ballet, unlike me. Noah also loves animals, right now her favorites are monkeys. I put a picture with this letter, it's a picture of Noah a few weeks back when she was at the zoo with dad.

I'm 18 now, almost feel like an adult, but I guess I had to grew up pretty fast, huh? I've been learning how to play guitar, and I actually like writing songs too. I'd like for you hear some of them sometime. And I have a boyfriend. If you were here we could talk about it I guess...

I stopped reading and scrunched up the letter throwing it on my floor. She was my mother, she was supposed to care. She was supposed to be here to pick up the pieces. She wasn't supposed to have a life somewhere else.

I gazed at the clock on my wall, it was already eight pm, I didn't feel like going to Sarah's, but Demi was probably waiting for me there. I hadn't had a change to call her or call Nick back, because when I dropped my phone it actually broke. I put a dark blue dress on me, it didn't show much cleavage, but it ended around mid thigh. took my blue converses and added them, thinking I didn't have the energy to walk around in high heels.

"Dad?" I asked walking to the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He asked packing food to a large bag from the refrigerator.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked with a wary voice and sat down next to the kitchen table.

"Just getting some food before heading back to the hospital." He smiled and kept taking all random things out of the refrigerator. "You going somewhere?" He asked and quickly looked at me over his shoulder.

"To friends I guess.." I muttered and played with my fingers. I was anxious to ask questions about my mother, but knew this wasn't the right time. Especially with everything else going on I shouldn't concentrate on someone who didn't care about me.

"Miley.." My dad sighed and turned around to look at me. "Do you want to talk about it? About what happened today?" He studied my face carefully, so I quickly lifted my hands to hide my face.

"Not really." I admitted, I didn't want to think about, let alone talk about it.

"Fine, but you are going to have to talk about it later, these kind of things can be traumatic." He whispered and turned around to face the refrigerator again. I rolled my eyes and got up from my seat. I didn't even bother to say anything to my dad, he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. I walked outside and a few blocks down the street to Sarah's.

From outside her house looked dead silent and like no one was in, but once I opened the door and walked inside I found people drinking, dancing, playing Sing Star and basically just getting wasted. I located Demi from the other side of the room and walked to her, taking a seat next to her on a couch.

"Hi.." I whispered and a smile spread to her face.

"Where have you been? I thought you were ditching me.." She muttered.

"Noah was in a car accident.." I said and her expression went from sad to shocked. Noah was like a little sister to her.

"Is she okay?" She asked panicking.

"Yeah, she broke her leg though.. But Mate's not doing that good.." I frowned and Demi picked up my hand and squeezed it.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine.." Her eyes wandered from mine to look at the other side of the room. "Is he okay?" She nodded at the other direction and I gazed there, seeing Nick drinking heavily from a bottle of some vodka mixer.

"I don't know, have you talked with him?" I asked awkwardly, thinking that maybe this was Demi's situation to deal with.

"Not sense school yesterday, why?" She lifted her eyebrow and I shruggered. "Should I go talk with him?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Nah, he'll just think you're like intruding or something.. I can do it and then come tell you?" I lied because if he hadn't told Demi then probably I was the only person who knew what was going on. I got up from the sofa and walked to him, wrapping my hand around his waist and leading him outside. "Having fun?" I asked and he gave a dry laugh.

"You hanged up on me today." I looked down at my feet, not knowing what to say. "Why would you hang up on me? Am I not important enough?" He asked angrily and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not like that, Noah and Mate got into a car crash.." I frowned and he looked at me worryingly. "Noah's okay though.." I gave a sad smile and felt his hands wrap around me.

"I'm sorry, for Mate. But at least you didn't lose your sister.." He said a little bitterly, but the hug gave me honest comfort that was much needed. He sat down to the sidewalk and I sat next to him.

"Any news from your mom?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, it definitely was Joe's body they found.."

"I'm sorry." I patted his back trying to give him some comfort.

"It's alright.." He whispered and I smiled again. "I'm kinda drunk.." He admitted and I laughed at his antics. "I like your laugh, it makes me smile." He smiled and I laughed even more.

"Yeah, you're definitely drunk." I laughed, pressing my forehead against his shoulder, only for him to take his hand and lift my head from my chin to face him directly.

"Tell me all this isn't just in my imagination?" My heart jumped and I suddenly felt like I couldn't talk anymore. He was so close, I could feel his breathing on my lips, I could see every different colour in his eyes. I felt the butterflies coming rushing up in my stomach. But I still refused to tell him that.

"What this?" I tried to joke, make him a good way to escape what he said.

"If I were to kiss you now, what would you say?" He asked, dead serious. I gulped but couldn't look away from his eyes.

"I think.." I whispered and felt his breathing deepening and he moved slowly closer to me. I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to meet mine.

But then at the last second I realized how wrong I was. "I think that you're drunk and upset and just like last night, you'd just regret it later." I smiled sadly. "Look, Demi's inside, wouldn't just go there and have a good time, I think I'll just go home.." I laughed dryly. I took my phone out and looked at the time, was it too early to go home, when it was 10 pm? No one would be there though, dad and Olive would be at the hospital for the night. Even Mate wasn't there.

"Fine. But you know what Miley, you can say that I'm drunk or you can say that it'd be wrong, but I know as well as you do that there is something between us and you're just too scared to find out." Nick blasted and walked inside, slamming the door closed. I was left alone at the sidewalk wondering my messed up situation. Nick had just said that he thought there was something between me and him, he had made my heart do cartwheels but at the same time I felt numb, knowing that all I did was screwing around, toying with peoples emotions.

Instead of going home, I went back inside. I walked trough the house, trying to locate someone I liked. I saw Logan and walked to him. "Hi baby." He smiled and pressed his lips against my forehead. I forced a smile and took his hand to mine. For a while I just listened Logan and his friend talking about soccer and boring things.

"Logan have you seen Demi?" I asked from him and some other boy told me that she was in the kitchen. I quickly said bye to the boys and walked around the house, looking for the kitchen. I opened the door I assumed was the kitchen, but saw no one there, I walked inside and hear giggling from a closet, I listened closely and recognized Demi's voice. I opened the door carefully and saw non other than Demi and the curly haired boy I had learned to care so much about these past weeks. Demi was leaning against the wall and Nick's hands were wondering all over her body. I took in the picture and saw them both turning their head to my way, but quickly slammed the door closed. The moment would be too embarrassed, and I was too hurt to look at them.

I know I was supposed to bury all these feelings I had for Nick, but the moment I actually saw Demi kissing him, my heart broke in to thousands of pieces. It was that feeling, when you deny something, but still give hope to it and then in the end it all just comes down on you and you don't know how to act.

I ran home wanting to just lay on my bed for the rest of the night, crying my pain away. But when I got to my house, I saw someone standing on the porch. It was too dark to actually see who it was, so I slowly walked closer, scared that it was some rapist that would rape and kill me and I'd never see anyone I loved again. But when I moved closer and saw those brown locks that I saw everyday in the mirror, I saw how the person carried herself like she was the queen of England. I saw those brown eyes I had inherited. I couldn't believe what was before my eyes.

"Mom?" I asked, my voice breaking and tears falling down my face. The woman in front of me, the woman I last saw 10 years ago formed a smile on her face and I cried even more. So many nights I had wished she'd come back, so many times I had cried myself to sleep because my mother abandoned me and now she was standing there like it was the most normal thing ever.

Author's note: Hi ya, sooo. What did ya think? What do you think will happen with Nick,Miley&Demi now? How do ya think Miley's mom coming back will effect this story?

Stephy, I'm really sorry about Mate, but at least Noah's fine. :)

But yeaah, review? :) Oh and also, you can follow me in Twitter Ainoknows :) And then to other things, I just had the most awkward moment ever today. I was at the gym and practising in this mirror room with my friend. Then we go downstairs and see no one until some employee