A/N: Hey guys! I just want to warn you that I changed the Jonas Brothers' last name again. Instead of Lucas, I switched their last name to Gray. It was just easier that way. And by the way, I really hope I'll get some of my old readers back. So if you know anyone who read the original You Just Don't Know It before it was deleted, let them know it's been reposted! Thank you to all my readers and reviewers!

"Jake, where are you taking me?!" Miley laughed, as Jake had her blindfolded.

Jake shushed her as he led her through a door. "It's a surprise, Miley. Now keep quiet or you're going to ruin it."

Miley giggled as she was mysteriously escorted through a dark hall, nearly tumbling over whenever Jake led her through a turn. "Jake," she said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Jake chuckled, untying the blindfold. "Ta-da!" he chimed, as he revealed a hall full of teenage girls.

"Where are we?" Miley asked confusion evident in her voice.

Jake bit his lip in excitement, "We're at a Gray Brothers concert! I saw a few of their CD's at your house, so I figured you must be a fan!"

Miley's face grew pale. "Oh, great! Thanks, Jake. This is just what I needed."

"Oh?" Jake said with disappointment, as he noticed Miley's pallid expression. "Do you want me to take you home?"

"No, no, I'm fine." Miley replied. She was curious to see how Joe was holding up after their break up. "We can stay."

Jake smiled. "Great."


"Guys, you won't believe this," Kevin said breathlessly as he ran into the boys' dressing room.

"What is it, Kev?" Joe asked, as he struggled to fix his tie.

Kevin allowed himself to catch his breath before beginning to speak. "Girl…in the audience…"

Nick squinted, "What about a girl?"

Kevin panted, "Girl…with b-boy…arm around h-her…"

"Kevin!" Joe exclaimed impatiently. "Just tell us!"

"Miley is in the audience," Kevin explained. "…with Jake."

"This is perfect!" Joe shrieked.

Nick stopped buttoning his shirt and glared at his brother. "What do you mean, Joe? You told me you never wanted to see Miley again."

Joe laughed. "Aw, sweet little naïve Nick. That was before I wrote that song about her. Now that Miley is in the audience, I can sing it, and she will realize the mistake she made by leaving me."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Joe?" Nick asked. "The song you wrote is pretty harsh."

"Yeah," Kevin added. "And half the stuff you wrote in it isn't even true. You really over exaggerated."

Joe scoffed. "Whatever. That's how I feel about her at the moment, and she needs to know that."


"Miley, you look nervous. I think we should go home." Jake suggested.

"Jake, for the thousandth time, I'm completely fine. We can stay, okay?" Miley said, annoyed.

"Okay," Jake said, holding his hands up in defense.

The lights dimmed and the crowd of teenage girls roared in high-pitched screams. Glow sticks were scattered throughout the audience and shirts reading 'I GRAY' were adorned on about every other girl. "GRAY! GRAY! GRAY!" The girls chanted as the countdown clock reached ten seconds. "Ten…nine…eight…"

Miley closed her eyes in anxiety, hoping to calm herself. It's okay, Miley. It's just a concert. It's not like you're actually going to be talking to him or anything. You can do this.

"Good evening, Malibu!" Joe yelled as he and his brothers made their entrance.

The intro to a song unfamiliar to Miley began to play, and Joe looked her straight in the eye before saying: "This song is a new one. I wrote this song about a week and a half ago, and it's about a girl I'm deeply disappointed in." The crowd filled with 'oohs' and 'aahs' as they wondered what kind of girl would make Joe this upset.

You met at work, you should've known better
It's gonna suck when the camera stops rolling
And you find out soon that the treatment wasn't worth it

They're all the same, they all want the money
They're all insane, they live for fame honey
They laugh at you when you're not even being funny

Miley scowled as she comprehended the lyrics. "How could he?" she whispered to herself. She scanned Joe's eyes, which seemed to be full of anger and hurt. Her gaze then switched to Nick, who seemed to be struggling as he began to sing the next set of lyrics.

Well I've been here before
And I've seen firsthand and front row seat
This little thing they call video girl

Joe laughed almost evilly into his microphone before proudly singing the chorus.

Video girl rocked my world
For a whole two seconds and now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

Get out my face, get out of my space
Get some class and kiss the past
Cause I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

"I like this song," Jake said as he tapped his foot to the beat, completely oblivious to what was really going on.

"Of course you do," Miley said with a fake smile plastered on her face.

You know it's bad when your momma doesn't like her
All you friends saying she's a liar
Never ending phone calls aren't enough
(It's not enough, it's never enough)

Move to LA, got no talent
Not even like you won a Miss Teen pageant
Daddy pays your bills but you still whine

Nick shot an apologetic look towards Miley and winced before singing another set of lyrics.

But I've been here before
And I've seen firsthand and front row seat
What happens to a man
When he gets in the hands of a…

Joe jumped off of the stage and into the pit that separated the stage from the audience, touching the hands of a few lucky girls in the front row. He shot Miley a death glare before his voice seeped into the next chorus.

Video girl rocked my world
For a whole two seconds and now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

Get out of my face, get out of my space
Get some class and kiss the past
Cause I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

"The beat's catchy, huh?" Jake asked as he bopped his head to the music.

Miley stared at him. "Yeah, very catchy."

You are never gonna see me missing
Video girl syndrome
I'm not gonna be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

Joe jumped back onto the stage and motioned for the audience to clap their hands to the beat. "Sing along!"

"Great," Miley muttered to herself. Not only did she have to deal with Joe singing those piercing words, but she had deal with an entire room of obsessed fan girls singing with him.

Video girl rocked my world
For a whole two seconds and now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

Get out of my face, get out of my space
Get some class and kiss the past
Cause I'm not about to be another victim
Of video girl syndrome

No I won't be a victim
Of video girl syndrome

The entire mob of fan girls, along with Jake, screamed and applauded the boys' opening song. "Whoo! I loved it!" Jake screeched.

"Jake!" Miley snapped.

"What?" Jake asked innocently.

Miley shook her head and looked at her feet to hide the sadness in her face. "Nothing."


"Go ahead you guys, I'll just meet up with you in the van." Joe told his brothers as he packed his remaining items in a duffle bag. He paused as his hand reached for a small, framed photograph of him and Miley taken about a month before. He picked up the frame and studied the picture, nearly dropping it when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey Joe," Miley said, appearing at the doorway.

Joe's jaw nearly dropped. "Miley? What are you doing here? How did you—"

"Jake got us backstage passes." Miley interrupted him.

"Oh."

"Nice opening song," Miley said bitterly.

"You heard it?" Joe asked with fake innocence.

Miley glared at him, "I can't believe you, Joe."

"Me? I can't believe you! You're the one that left me for that blond ego maniac."

"This is not about Jake! This is about how you put your maturity to the test by writing that piece of shit you call a song." Miley fumed.

Joe scoffed. "I happened to have put my heart and soul into that song, for your information."

Miley laughed, "And yet, it still turned out like crap."

"You know the song is good, Miley. You're just upset that it's about you."

"Ha! So you admit the song is about me?"

Joe smiled arrogantly, "Proudly."

"I knew it! I knew it!" Miley's devious smile faded. "Wait a second, why am I happy about that? I got you to admit it, so what? That song is hurtful." Miley paused as she felt a few tears surfacing near her eyelids.

"Miley...?" Joe asked cautiously, as guilt began to boil inside him. "Are you okay?"

"You have no right to ask me if I'm okay!" Miley exclaimed angrily. "Especially after singing that song. Do you know how much that hurt, Joe? I know I left you for Jake, but you don't see me publicly humiliating you!"

Joe sighed. "Miley, I—"

"Not another word, Joe." Miley snapped. "I think I've heard enough today."


"It was humiliating," Miley cried as she sobbed into Lilly's chest.

"Aw, Miley. I'm so sorry." Lilly said as she soothingly rubbed Miley's shoulder.

Miley sniffled. "I just can't believe that Joe would do something like that. What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Miley," Lilly began. "I know you're sad, and I know that what Joe did was wrong, but you can't really play the victim card here."

"I am not playing the victim card!" Miley shouted in defense.

Lilly shook her head. "Listen, Miley, don't you think that Joe had his reasons for singing that song in front of all those girls?"

"Like embarrassing me in front of the entire audience?" Miley asked.

"Come on, Miley. I can safely bet that the crowd didn't even know you were there. Seriously, dig deeper. Don't you think Joe may have sung that song to show you how much he misses you? Look past the anger and hate in that song. I think he was just venting his feelings through song. You two aren't on the best of terms at the moment, and I think he just needed to let some of his emotions out."

Miley snorted. "He could've been more subtle."

"I know, I know." Lilly soothed. "But just think about how he felt when you left him. It must've been so hard for him, Miles. Especially since you left him only a week after you told him you loved him. He must've thought that everything was going right between you two, and then out of the blue, you left him." she rambled.

"Lilly, you're not helping." Miley said.

"Sorry," Lilly replied. "I know I'm you're best friend, and I'm supposed to be on you're side, but think about what's in like in his shoes before you go off judging him."

"Are you saying that I should go talk to him?" Miley asked weakly.

"What do you think I'm trying to say?" Lilly asked before leaving Miley alone to her thoughts.


"Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf," Joe sang to himself as he strummed a few simple chords on his guitar. He took a breath, ready to sing another line as the doorbell rang. "It's open!" he hollered, setting his guitar on its stand.

"Hi," Miley said awkwardly, stepping into the foyer.

Joe stood still as Miley walked towards him. "Um, hey, c-can I help you?"

Miley nodded, "Actually, you can. Is it possible for us to be civil to each other for just a minute? I want to talk."

"Yeah," Joe said as they both sat down on opposite couches. "Look, Miley, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have written that song. I was just so angry, and I wrote that when our break up was hot off the press."

"I understand." Miley said meekly. "If I was the one who had been left, I probably would have done the same thing. But Joe, there's something else that I need to tell you."

Joe shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Yeah?"

"Remember when I told you that we should see other people, and then come back and say how we feel about us?"

"Uh-huh," Joe replied nervously.

Miley cleared her throat awkwardly, "I like where I am with Jake. And I just thought that you had the right to know."

"Oh, okay." Joe said, nodding.

Miley got up from her seat and sat down next to Joe, taking a hold of his hands. "Joe, this doesn't mean I want to avoid you completely. Can we at least try to be friends?"

Joe smiled faintly, "I'm sure I could try."

"Thanks, Joe. That means a lot." Miley said sincerely.

"No problem, video girl." Joe joked, with a goofy smile on his face.

"Hey!" Miley slapped him playfully before wrapping him a tight hug. "This is nice, you and me, friends again."

Joe's smile faded. "Yeah…friends."

A/N: Yeah, I know, there isn't much Moe. I'm sorry for not getting them back together right away, but don't worry. Miley's heart will be broken soon, and someone (cough) will be there to pick up the pieces.

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