Alright so i know a bunch of you are freaking out because you want to know what the hell Nick did. Well read on and you can find out :) Anyway i love you all to death, i wrote soo much last night its insane, so more towards the end of the week. Please please let me know what you are thinking if i'm doing something totally annoying i want to know so i can fix it!!

one last thing, i usually dont do this becuase i dont want you all to think i'm annoying but this story i'm about to link is written so amazingly well it will bring you to tears. And the girl who writes it is incredible. so please please go read it :) .com/watch?v=aSV7WvEVjyI&feature=channel_page

I turn to face the other direction, not sure of what my face will show, I continue to wash my dishes. "What are you talking about? Nick and I have been friends for years now Noahie. Why would it be weird now?" I suddenly cock my head to side and wonder if she is right, should it be weird. It certainly isn't we have moved to such a good and comfortable place with each other. Living so close to each other just makes our friendship better, doesn't it?

"I know, I just never really believed you guys would stay just friends. Seeing the two of you together since I was a little kid, I always just saw it. Even when you guys couldn't I saw it." She states matter of fatly from behind me.

"Saw what Noah?" I know what she means, but innocently I ask anyway.

"How much you guys are meant to be together." I hear her reach into the cookie package for another, her statement is spoken in such a matter of fact way. It was as if I asked if green means go.

"Well, we are friends. It's perfect this way we don't have all that pressure and drama like before. Sure it was nice when I was with Nick, but I don't need that. Besides I live next door to Kevin and I went through all of that with him!" I look down as I finish speaking and see that I have been washing the same plate the entire time.

"Yea, but what you went through with Kevin and what you went through with Nick are on two completely different universes." Brandi's voice floats into the conversation from the bathroom.

"Brandi, no one was speaking to you!" I shout back. "I live on these two floors with six of my closest friends; I have for the past six months. Nothing has happened with Nick and I. We are amazingly close and I know I can count of him to understand me, in ways that Joe can't. But overall he is nothing more than a friend to me; I care for him but not in that way anymore." When I look up I see Noah looking back at me, and I wonder who I am really trying to convince her or myself.

My feet padded across the hard wood floor of my bedroom more loudly than they used too, I let out a yawn half way through realizing Nick was still in the bed just a few steps away and made a sad attempt to stifle it. Closing the bathroom door softly before turning on the lights, another preventative action against waking my sleep prince; suddenly I laughed at the fairy tale role reversal, I lean against the sink. My arms stick straight almost supporting my entire body's weight as I put my noise almost touching the mirror in front of me. Blinking slowly three times my mind slowly tries to make sense of what I dreamt last night.

The fight, my disappointment, the pain it all felt so real but it couldn't have been. Letting my head rest against the mirror for the briefest of seconds I then fiercely shook my head and then turned the faucet on cold. Splashing ice cold water against my face, why would I ever dream such awful things? Nick would never put his career before the baby and I, we are his family and if I truly desire to move somewhere secluded stop working in the business and just raise my baby with my husband for the first few years of its life, how could her ever so no? It isn't unreasonable, gosh Nick and I went through hell as young adults trying to deal with the pressure of this world, a poor little kid would crumble every day of its life, or become so hardened by this world never have a real emotion.

Finishing brushing my teeth, I turn off the bathroom light and repeat my actions across the room towards my bed with my prince. I crawl in and as he sleeps just watch his beauty still amazing after so many years. Slowly he opens his eyes and smiles at me, "You know usually I'm the one who watches you sleep." He mumbles as he bridges the gap between dream and reality.

I just smile and lean in to kiss his nose, then I can't help myself: "You won't believe the dream I had it was…"

Before I finish Nick takes over, "It wasn't a dream." His statement suddenly much stronger than his last.

"You don't even know what the dream was." I pout my lips, my voice obviously saddened.

"Miley, I know your thoughts. That simple, and I know you have managed in the last twelve hours to convince yourself it's all a dream but it's not. Miley honey, I can't leave this world. This is something my brothers and I created and I can't abandon them. I love you, but…" He trails off, ashamed to even look me in the eyes anymore.

"No, no. It can't be. Why would you ever! No. Simply no, this is too much before I've even had orange juice. I can't even say coffee Nick, because I'm pregnant and that doesn't even matter to you! I don't know who you are right now. How can that even be Nick, I know you better than I know myself, I know you…" I find myself speaking even as I am no longer in Nick's presence; I've already stomped out of the room and into the guest room. The farthest point from Nick, without leaving home.

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"I don't even know what to do, she packed a suitcase today. Ready to go I guess find a home in like Utah or some shit. And I know going after her is no use. She is stubborn. The only way she will forgive is if she does what she wants like this for a while. I know what. But all I want to do is go save her. Gosh I love her, all I ever want is to save her. She knows that too, and she knows that it doesn't matter because whatever she decides is what has to happen. And I'm rambling now but you know what I mean buddy?" I scratched Elvis's stomach as I vented to him, the only person I can trust right now. I sat on my old couch at mom and dad's while they were out. Elvis living here since our apartment building didn't allow pets.

Elvis just let out an almost human sigh, he was so much slower these days, and much fatter. Frankie most likely feeding him triple what is necessary a day.

Suddenly my face burned hot like fire and more poured from my eyes down, drenching the flannel I was wearing. I stayed there on the couch sobbing while Elvis stared at me his big brown orbs searching my soul for an answer. The same answer I have been searching for, unable to find. Before I knew it, Frankie tall and gangly with his black hair matted down from his soccer game and my parents suddenly enter the room. Not surprised to see as much as surprised to see me crying so hard. Frankie just gives a half wave, and walked upstairs obviously having more important teenage things to do. While dad never the one to handle emotions well quietly walks out, leaving the second most amazing women in my life there to handle my pain.

"Hush honey hush. Tell mama what's on your mind." She whispers in her caring motherly way as she runs her hand up and down my back.

Taking long deep breaths I slowly find a way to get half understandable words out, words that are a lie. Words that need to be said, "I...think...I'm…just….too…stressed…with…with...work..." It takes me minutes to say what normal people speak in mere seconds. Eventually I find myself together almost enough to drive home, the entire way consumed with thoughts of Miley and lying to my mother for only the third time in my life.