A/N : Sorry for taking so long to update. This chapter is just a little about the Moe relationship, Demi/Miley's friendship, Miley feelings on certain situations. It's kind of a filler but interesting; to say the least. Things are going to get complicated in the next chapter.

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Weeks had passed by since that fateful day - twenty one days to be exact, and Miley Stewart felt complete. Being with Joe, made all of her worries and fears go right down the drain. The hate and negativity didn't matter anymore; in fact, it inspired her to be a better person. Each passing day, there were new memories made and the past being burned in flames. Joe was purely indescribable. All the emotions that were pouring through her body felt refreshing and natural.

Everyone - her fans, family, peers, friends, and the media had noticed the change in her. Hell you'd have to blind, to not notice it. She was practically glowing 24/7 and had a much more positive outlook on life. The media was speculating on who or what could be the cause of all of this. Thankfully, no one had suspected Joe.

They had decided to keep their relationship private. They talked countless hours; brainstorming all the possible outcomes and came to the conclusion it would be best for their relationship If they kept quiet about it. Of course, it was easier said then done.

It was pure hell for her to watch thousands upon thousands of girls throw themselves at her man. She would stare enviously at the numerous fan girls touching him as If he were a piece of meat; a pang of jealously would jolt through her body. She was never one to get jealous, but she couldn't help but think of the fact that he could get tempted. They weren't having sex; she wasn't ready. It was too soon for her to be thinking of being in a physical relationship; she just wasn't ready to put herself in that position. She made a promise and wasn't about to disown her beliefs.

Deep down, she wanted him; needed him. She was always fighting the urge to pull of his clothes, rummage her fingertips through this wavy hair, kiss his smooth lips, pull him onto her queen bed and do the deed whenever they were together. The passion and intensity was always evident when they were in each other's presence. It became addicting; the feeling felt like an all time high.

As the days went by, she found it harder to control herself; well her body for the matter.

Today was one of those days where something was missing.

Him.

He and his brothers were doing press interviews to promote their new album with her.

Demi.

Her best friend.

She and Demi had a close knit bond that no one ever seemed to understand. It was strange and unusual; indescribable. The fued rumors that the media speculated last year threw people off. They thought it was just some Disney BFF publicity shit. People couldn't seem to get it through their heads that they were actually friends; hell imagine how they would react If she actually gave a damn about Selena.

She loved Demi with everything in her. But lately, something had been off. It felt as If they were strangers forcing conversations; awkward conversations, at that. She had been tracing back all the conversations they had, trying to figure out If she had done or said something wrong. She couldn't pinpoint anything exact.

So why in the hell had everything turned awkward?

Calls were ignored; text messages were deleted; smiles were forced; glances were shared; emotions were faked.

She felt like she was the bitch and Demi was the victim. She tried putting it all on herself, but she knew deep down she didn't do anything. Tears poured down her porcelain skin as the reality sunk into her pours that she may have lost her best friend.

Maybe she was being paranoid or overthinking, but she had a gut feeling something just wasn't right. This whole ordeal didn't set well with her stomach. It's quite sad that just when everything was on the verge of being perfect, something went wrong and it all came crashing down.

Wiping her lukewarm salty tears with her tanned hand, she sighed and glanced around her room. Numerous pictures were filled throughout the spacious environment. Each picture contained a memory and told a story.

Strutting towards a particular picture that caught her blue orbs, she smiled. It was her and him; they looked happy and unbothered. Staring more intently at the picture, she realized the emotions that poured inside of her eyes as she smiled into his dreamy eyes.

Leave it to Joe to put a cheesy smile on her face.

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A/N : Thoughts? Loved it? Hated it? So-so?