Miley's P.O.V.

There I was. Storming my way out of Jake's house. Tipical Jake. Didn't know what to say, or do. He just followed me.

"Miley. Miley, would you come back. Miley!" He chased me, I stopped at the end of his driveway, and spun around.

"What?! What do you expect me to say? What is your excuse this time?" Okay, maybe that was a little mean. But I had to say something, right?

"It's not what you think. Candi just came over and--"

Oh no. I have to interupt.

I pointed my index finger toward the house. "There is nothing to lead me to not believe you did something with her in there. How do you expect me to live with that?"

"Nothing happened." Okay, maybe he was telling the truth. Or was he? I don't know anymore. What could I say? 'Yeah, Jake. I'll let you go screw my best friend.'? Ugh! Boys.

"Okay, she-she, she came in. Her makeup was running, she was bruised, and she had no other place to go to. Where was I supposed to leave her? I couldn't just leave her out here. Come on, Miley. Besides, we broke up. You shouldn't care if I do that with someone."

I gave him a look.

"Not that I did..."

I crossed my arms and turned my back on him. I couldn't say anything else. I was too...heartbroken...or sad? No! Mad. Yes, the last one. I was too mad.

"But I really couldn't imagine myself doing that with anyone else except you."

Awww!! He's so sweet. Why did I dump him again?

I turned around and got up closer to him. My arms were still crossed, only now, I was smiling. Well, I did one of those evil-smile things. Where have of your mouth is smiling, and the other half is, well...not.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

He put his forehead on mine and looked at me.

"That depends. Is it working?"

I smiled fully now. I laughed. "No." I had forgiven him. Wait, I still haven't figured out the whole Candi thing. That must come first. Yes.

"Jake, tell me what is going on now." I demanded. I must say, the whole "hands-on-hips" thing works for me.

He sighed. "I can't."

"Why?" I asked. My heart sank.

"Because I...well, I...I had..."

"Because he promised me he wouldn't tell anyone." Candi stood at the doorway, wearing Jake's football tshirt, and nothing else, I might add. It was long, though. Don't worry. It was light blue, faded a bit, and had the number "14" written in big white letters right in the middle of the front. I once wore that shirt. And I would like to have it back.

"Candi, don't," Jake said quietly to Candi, when she walked down to us. That's when I noticed her bruises. And the anklet on her left ankle, but that's beside the point.

"It's okay, Jake. She deserves to know." Candi patted Jake on the shoulder, then turned to me. She took a deep breath. "Miley," She began, "My...family is mean."

"Well, that's no difference. So is mine, but I..."

"No, Miley. My family is really mean. My dad, he, he hits me."

Oh, my gosh. That's awful.

I raised my hand to touch my lips. This was awful news. I hate child abuse.

"Did you go to the police?" I asked, almost crying.

"No, my dad said if I told anyone, he'd kill me. You see, my family...they...they play favorites. Brandi Magnolia, my little sister, who's four, they love her to death. She's their 'little princess'. I used to be their little princess, then they got a new child, and...well, I was already a star. So, why quit? Now, everytime something bad happens, I...get abused. I told Jake because...he was the only person who really understood. And the only reason we're going to the dance together is because...the night before that is when Holly Fontana wins her award. And if I dont...well, you know." Candi looked at her feet. I noticed the bruises on her arms, and her face. Poor thing.

"Wait, just wait. I'm gonna need a minute to get this right." I sighed. And tried to think.

How could someone do this? To think someone would try and hurt their child. One of God's creatures. It's unbearible! I just...cant contain this. Alright, are you all better Miley? Good. I have to leave. Like, now.

"I gotta go." I said, nearly crying. That dumb voice in my head was telling me I shouldn't leave, but I ignored it. I walked away...never looking back. Hoping Jake would follow me, but he didn't. Big Shocker.

Candi's P.O.V.

As I watched Miley run away, I felt like I had to, too. But my dad would find me. I looked at Jake.

"Do you think she'll tell?" I asked him, all teary eyed. He hesitated, I wished he hadn't had. That made me nervous...and scared.

"I...I don't know," He replied, looking at me. Was it just me, or was he almost crying, himself?

Great. Why did he have to choose NOW to be honest.

I sighed, and looked down to my feet. Jake put his arm around me, and we walked inside. It was cold. The air conditionar must have kicked on while we were outside. I sat down on the couch, and pulled my hair out of it's ponytail. Jake sat down beside me.

"Candi, I don't really want you to stay down here by yourself. You're dad might find you. And I'll be upstairs, asleep. I wont be able to hear anything." Jake told me. The sweetness in his voice let me know that he really did care about me.

"I, I know." I answered softly. I was gonna say other things, but...I didn't. I just needed a friend. I threw my arms around him, and kissed him gently on his lips. Not much to my surprise, he was kissing me back. Mmm...

Jake's P.O.V.

Okay, so she's kissing me. No big deal. I've kissed girls before. But not like this. Wait a second, did we just get into toungue? Okay, this is weirding me out. First I love Miley, now I have some/kinda/sorta/little feelings for Candi? What is it with me and girls with double identities. Well, they are both good kissers. Okay, no problem, Jake. Just decide. Which girl is a better kisser? Mmm...strawberry? Wait, cherry. No...orange! Cheesus, where can you get Orange flavored lipgloss? If me and Miley get back together, I GOTTA buy her some. Yumm! Alright, somebody has to stop this. But who? Alright, looks of it that she's not gonna stop for a while. Good.

Candi's P.O.V.

Mmmm...

Regular P.O.V.

Maybe I should walk back. Yeah, I should tell them I've conjured it, and got it all done. Alright, you can do it.

So there I was. After walking around the block twice, I realized I should go back. So I did. And, of course, well, ya'll know what happened right? I opened the door slowly, and quietly crept in, thinking everyone was asleep. Boy, was I ever wrong...