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A/N : at the end about the rest of the story, pleasee readd xx

Chapter 11: Fighting The Impossible

I stared at the object in Mandy's hand and shook my head, refusing to take it. She thursted it further and further towards my body and eventually it was in my hand. I just looked at it in fear. My hand began to shake as I thought of the consequences.

"Hello?" I whispered as I placed it to my ear.

"Miley Ray Stewart, you tell me what the heck you were doing last night outside in the rain and only your underwear?" My dad screamed from the other end, Mandy's head whipped round as she heard every word my father had just said. When I didn't answer his anger grew. "Miley Ray answer me."

"W-we were playing d-dares daddy. That's all." I stuttered out.

"Dares? That's all. So I shouldn't be freaking out because there's pictures of my sixteen year old daughter standing outside in her underwear in the rain with three boys there, not to mention one of them is her ex. I mean why should I be annoyed cause she was just playing dares."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be a normal teenage girl, I wanted to do things most people my age do. How was I to know there'd be paparazzi there?" I cried. The rest of the group stood at the kitchen door, watching me argue with my dad. After my father hanging up on me and trying to call him back I finally set the phone back to it's orignal place on the counter. Nick wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Why'd you even do it Miles?" Taylor half laughed.

"I don't know, ok? I don't know." I yelled and she took a step backwards and cowered behind Joe.

"I know, I mean we should of been more careful. I mean the paps are everywhere these days, but seriously Miley you shouldn't of done it anyway. You could of got a chill or something or someone could of seen anyone." Demi said.

"Don't anger it." Joe whispered to her from the side of his mouth.

"Real mature Joe." I sneered. "And anyway it was a dare and if I didn't do it, you's would of all made fun of me. Either way I lose and I don't care, I never win in life."

The group had somehow managed to drift off into seperate groups within a matter of only hours. There was Joe and Taylor then Kevin and Demi and Mandy, Nick and myself. Right now I didn't want to be with anyone. I didn't even want to be with myself. Everywhere I went it was headlines. The internet, radio and TV, I just couldn't escape reality. It was all 'Miley and Gray Brothers: Not so pure after all?' or 'A Niley Strip Tease'. The comments consisted of the words hate her or ew slut? with the occasional I still love you Miley and She's bound to make mistakes, give her some space.

This was were I realised just how strong the love of my fans was. How many actually love me and support me and count on me. It made me feel stupid, guilty and selfish. They were counting on me to be the perfect role model, someone they can look up to and say I want to be like her. I closed my eyes. I always took everything to heart, even the nasty comments even though I knew I shouldn't. You can't help it, it's natural and human. It's the impossible and you can't fight the impossible.

The door creaked open and small thuds were heard as they made their way over to me.

"Why does it always happen to me?" I whispered, watching Kevin below in the garden on the phone.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he sighed before answering. "I don't know."

"It's not fair Nick." I moaned.

He gently kissed my jaw line, "I know baby, but I'll be here for you. I promise."

"Promise me something else?" I turned to face him.

"Anything."

"Never promise anything to me, please. It hurts too much when it's broken." I begged.

He just shook his head, "I can't, because then I'd be breaking the promise by promising to you." I laughed slightly at his bad joke. "There's that smile." He said running his finger over my lips. I pulled him into a hug, burying my head in his chest.

"Will my life ever be normal again?" I mumbled.

"Yeah."

I wasn't convinced, and neither was he. I held on tighter to him and just wished it'd all be over.

I sat with my hands in my lap. My gaze was kept down and I sat in silence as everyone around me was engaged in some sort of conversation. It was just so unreal to me. Joe bumped shoulders with me and I looked up to see him giving me a small comforting smile. I forced a smile out and looked back down at my hands again.

"So, what's going to happen now?" Mandy whispered aloud.

"Well our parents think it's probably best if we go home and try and get our - " But he stopped and I looked at him.

"Your image clean again?" I finished for him.

"No Miley, I didn't mean it like that."

"No I know exactly what you meant and thank you. Your just like your brother, making promises and then break them. What happened to you'll always be there for me, but was that only in private? Not when it was a problem which was known world wide, well thanks. I now know who to trust and who to go to when I have a problem." I gulped. "You know I actually believed you when you said you'd be there for me, but all you Gray's are the same. Making promises, but never coming through with them." I dug my head into my hands and silently burst into tears.

"Are we going home?" Joe asked.

"Yeah." Kevin whispered.

"Aw no, I was having fun." Joe hung his head in disappointment and I heard Taylor beg him to stay in the background.

It was happening all over again. I had just gotten them all back and now I was losing them all. Why did I even borther to try and be their friends again? Their friendship hurt so much and was it really worth all this pain and ache? Because at the end of the day I was always the one who got the worst end of the stick. I was the one who got bashed and dissed on the internet and they were the ones who came out without a mark on them.

"You know maybe you's should go home and sort this out. Maybe you could keep that promise to me and explain how it wasn't my fault. Maybe Joe you could tell them that it was your idea." I suggested.

"I-uh .. " Joe stuttered.

"Please? You've got to help me, I can't deal with this on my own. I need help. I need your help"

"I guess I could." Joe whispered.

"What? Joe, no. You can't, you'll get in even more trouble. The band will suffer." Nick blurted.

"So what? You're going to leave me to suffer alone? Gee thanks Nick."

"No listen Miles, I didn't mean it like that. I just. I don't know anymore." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"No I know what you meant. You know Nick when I first met you I was like wow, he's special. He's different and you were, but when it came to choosing between your family and heart you never gave it a second look. You always choose family and do you know how that made me feel?" He shook his head. "Unwanted. Just once I would like you to choose me over your family and I know it sounds selfish, but you said you loved me. I know that if I had to choose I'd choose you because never in a million years will I ever love a boy like I love you Nicholas." I pulled my knees up to my chest and watched as Nick allowed the tears to fall.

Mandy, Demi and Taylor sat in shock. That was an image they never imagined they'd see, Nick Gray crying and over a girl.

"But you know what, I don't care. Defend yourself and leave me to deal with this on my own. See if I care. I give up fighting for you guys, I can't handle it. Us being a couple isn't working out, I'm sick of being the one having to handle everything in the relationship. I'm sick of being the bad guy. I can't even handle being friends with the three of you's. I'm constantly fighting to keep you's close to me, none of you's make an effort to see if I'm okay and I can't deal with it. I want friends who'll be there for me, no matter what. Friends who I don't have to go to the ends of the world just to keep. So go home and forget all about me, see if I care."

I walked over to the back door and pulled it open. I stepped out into the darkness and screamed. I screamed and screamed. I kicked the plant pots over and ripped out the grass. I threw the garden chairs about the garden and just let my anger out. I climbed up the tree house and saw my guitar sitting there. I grabbed it and climbed back down again. I threw it over my head and paused before I allowed my arms to swing back down, the guitar smashing into the ground.

"Miley." They screamed, trying to grab my arms. "Mi, stop!" They yelled, begging me to stop.

"Why should I? My life's over. Music means nothing to me now. It's not a passion anymore. I hate it! I hate it! I hate him!" I cried. "He said he'd be there for me, he promised. They all promised. Why do I mean so little to them? I do everything to try and keep them close to me and they just take advantage of me."

"Miles stop it. They love you, they all love you. You know that, I know you do and what do you mean music means nothing to you. Music is your life. Just stop talking all this crap." Mandy screamed, shaking me violently.

"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him." I yelled, trying to kick and punch myself out of Mandy's grip. "I hate him."

"I know you do." Mandy lulled, pulling me into a hug.

"My life's over. I wish everything would disappear. I wish I wasn't famous. I wish I didn't meet him and didn't fall in love. I wish I wasn't alive." I whispered as the tears fell.

"Miley don't talk like that. Think of everything that's happened because you became Hannah Montana. Most of them are advantages with the slight disadvantage. Think of all the people you met, all the things you've done and seen and you're wishing you weren't even born because of a couple of pictures. That's not the Miley I know and love. What happened to the Miley who could fight anything, who ignored what other people said about her because at the end of the day she had people out there who love her and support her. What happened to the Miley who was living her dream and happened to make a few small mistakes along the way, but when those mistakes happened approached them with her head held high?"

"She's right here." I mumbled.

"Yeah she is and she's going to deal with this problem. She's not going to need the help of those three stupid boys in there because she's strong enough to handle it on her own. Isn't that right?"

"I guess so."

Mandy smiled at me, then grabbed my hand and led my back to the house.

"What's happening Mandy?" I asked as we headed back.

"What do you mean?"

"Like are we going home?"

"We don't have to, but we can if you want."

I shook my head, "No I need to stay a bit longer. I can't deal with everything right now."

"That's what I thought." She laughed.

I went up to my room and began to slowly run a bath. I sat on my bed. The laptop sat in front of me, haunting me to look. I slowly opened it and my finger hovered above the power button, but I slammed it shut again. I wasn't going to give in, well not right now. I lay back on my bed and covered my eyes with my hands. I tried to cry, but I couldn't. I felt nothing. I was beyond low. I lost best friends, fans and love. All in one night.

A small knock on my door was heard.

"Come in." I groaned.

I heard them softly approach me and I rolled my eyes as I recognised the sound and smell of the person as they took a seat beside me. Playing with a small section of my hair, then they ran their hand up and down my arm in a soft, comforting way.

"What do you want?" I said, refusing to remove my hands from my eyes. Refusing to look at them.

"We're staying a bit longer to sort everything out and I just need to talk to you." A small amount of time passed before he finally spoke again. "Miley look at me." He begged, removing my hands from my eyes and pulling me up and into his lap.

I clasped my hands as he held me tight.

"I'm sorry what I said was stupid and dumb and selfish and pathetic and I don't know. Everything. I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean it like that. Miles I want to be here for you and I will be, I promise you and I know you don't want to hear me promise you anything, but this time I'm going to try. I really am because I swear to god I can't lose you again."

"Nick don't make this harder than it already is, please."

"Please forgive me Miles? Please." He begged.

"I-I don't know. What you said really hurt me Nick and it wasn't just about tonight. It's everything you've did. Everything you've said about me when you're with your friends, every promise you've broken, just everything Nick. I just can't forget it and forgive you like that. Tonight you pushed me over the edge and I don't know if I can really probably trust you and count on you. I need time to think." I pushed my way out of his grip and went into the bathroom where I collapsed on the floor. I curled up into a ball and held tightly onto my knees and screwed my eyes shut, trying to block out his pleas from the other side of the door.

It was over. It was all over. Everything I worked for, everything I loved - all gone.

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A/N: Right so I totally forgot what the note was meant to be about because I wrote it earlier, went out and completely forgot.

It could be something about this ;

I really want to know what you's all want to read (: .. What would make it better? What you don't like? Anything ..

Should something happen when they go back home and promises are broken ? Or Miley decides she can't be a superstar anymore? Or will Nick keep his promise and defend her? Or should Selena come back and mess everything up? Any ideas .. ?