Alright, not going to lie, I absolutely despise any other couple than Selena/Demi (even if it's fanfiction). Glad to finally get that off my chest now.

My deepest apologies. ( =] I sound so formal)

On with the story!

P.S. Remember I do a lot of time skips guys!

Chapter 2

Another wave of nausea radiated through my body as a cacophony of moans filled the two seats next to the left of me in the movie theater. Lilly, who was gripping my hand and was located on my left, dug her nails into the top of my hand.

This was killing her too.

Fucking Miley Stewart.

Immediately I feel terrible for thinking that. She's one of my best friends. Besides, I'm sure Lilly is cursing Mikayla right now and we both know that they can't control how they feel.

But neither can we.

Oh screw this. Who am I kidding? Miley may be my best friend but right now, if I hear another one of their moans I'm going to take her to the back alley and pound on her like I was a professional cage fighter with 'roid rage.

Two months! Two months I've had to deal with the moaning and the tears and the anger! Stupid relationship. Stupid sleepover. Stupid hormones.

A moan escapes from Mikayla and Lilly's grasp tightens, like the grip constricting around my heart. I guess it wouldn't count if Mikayla does it.

Miley counterattacks with her own and she lifts herself up so she's practically almost straddling Mikayla in her movie seat.

Oh, what do you know? ALLEY TIME!!!

I wriggle my hand out of Lilly's death grip and slowly bring it over Miley's head, ready to strike. Seconds before my fist reaches the top of the southern popstar's head, Lilly's hand grabs my wrist. I turn my head so loudly my neck popped five times. I grimace and from the blonde skater's facial expression she heard it too.

"Let's take a walk," she whispers. "I have a feeling if we stay here any longer this could get ugly...er"

Nodding in understanding, Lilly practically drags me out of the movie theater. Looking back one last time at our seats as another wave of pain and nausea rushes through me knowing that they don't even know we've left.

It's just…guh, this situation is so effed!

I see it. From the unshed tear in Lilly's eye to look of all the Camp Rock girls whenever we're around them. We all know the same thing.

This isn't how it's supposed to be.

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"Hey, where'd you guys go?" The southern popstar asks as her and Mikayla walk out of the movie theater, hand in hand with matching grins. We were sitting on the bench located right in front of the building.

Lilly and I don't answer. I honestly don't think the two brunettes notice as the four of us walk to our cars.

Truth be told we walked around in silence until we found a park five minutes away from here. Our time was spent swinging and just laying down in the wood chippings around the merry-go-round, staring at the stars.

To split things up evenly, Lilly and I drove while Mikayla and Miley paid for everybody's tickets. Much to my luck, I was driving Miley home because we lived close to each other.

"That was a good movie, wasn't it guys?" I chuckle as Lilly gives a small scoff at Mikayla's question but then remember what really happened in the dark theater. My small indication of joy and humor dies in my throat. I'd be surprised if they even what the title was.

"Well I guess this is where we part ways," Lilly states, surprising me as I notice we are standing between both of our cars in the parking spaces illuminated by the street light.

Miley gives a low growl.

"But it's too earlyyy," she pouts. I roll my eyes and the skater beside me nudges me in the side.

"I know, babe," I can feel more than hear Lilly's famous scoff for the night. I repeat her actions and nudge her in the stomach. "One more kiss goodbye?"

The two start to lean forward. Gagging with anger rushing through me I pull Miley away by her arm quickly and drag her to my car mumbling something about a curfew that we had to reach and having her yelling at me the entire way there. I'm surprised she didn't resist that much. Either that, or I was a lot stronger than I suspected.

Soon we're on the road and she hasn't spoken since I pulled her away from Mikayla. Waves of rage were radiating off of her. I can tell that she wants to confront me but I don't know when or how.

My luck seems to grow even more as we reach a stoplight.

"You mind telling me what the hell that was back there?" she shrieks, making me jump, scared, deaf, angry, nervous, and defiant all in the same manner.

"You mind telling me what the hell you're talking about?" I retort in a choked, calm voice. My eyes don't leave the street light, just begging for it to turn green.

"Ugh, hello, pulling me away from Mikayla before our goodnight kiss?"

"I think you guys did enough of that in the movie theater," is my answer as my foot slams on the gas when the light finally changes.

Using my peripheral vision, the corners of my mouth lift into a smirk as I notice Miley is gripping onto the door handle and her seat belt with great strength. Are her knuckles white?

Who cares? Nothing seems to make my anger ebb away.

"So what? Making out with my girlfriend is not a crime." It should be. "She's just so hot…and an awesome kisser."

That's it. Slamming down on the breaks, I raggedly pull to the side of the road where there is nothing but tall green grass and large fences. Miley has been shouting a lot tonight. In haste I pull off my seatbelt, take out the car keys and open the door where I walk quickly through the nature in a gruff fashion.

I feel like my body is on fire.

"Now what the hell is your problem?" Miley shouts, following me and wincing as the grass scratches against her legs since she was wearing a short skirt.

"Do you even like her, Miley? Do you even care for Mikayla?" I interrogate between seething teeth and a clenched jaw.

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"

"Look, Mikayla is not a piece of meat, okay? I don't…appreciate you talking about her like she is because words cannot simply describe her. 'Hot' is most definitely not one of them."

"Ooh," she taunts sarcastically. "My bad. I didn't know there were things I needed to know when I dated Mikayla."

"There's a lot of things you don't know, Miles," I try to softly explain, slowing down my pace from our rather face paced walk. Miley is about ten feet behind me.

"I know that I love Mikayla and that she loves me!" Oh no she didn't. No way in Hell!

I whip around so fast my neck may have popped again like in the movie theater. Miley stops wincing as she looks me dead in the eye with an unreadable expression. If I looked really closely I swear I could see victory in her eyes for a split second but it vanished when she saw the small amount of saline in mine.

"Do you? Do you really?!" I shriek. "Does your heart beat so rapidly you're not even sure if it's still located in your body? Does your body burn and tingle whenever she touches you? Does her name simply bring a smile to your face? Do you cherish every moment you have together and when she's gone, you miss her the instant she lets go out of her hug? Do you just wish she would look at you the same way as you do her? Well Miley?! Do you fucking love her?! Do you love her as much as I do?!"

There it is. Out in the open. Now Miley knew.

We're both silent. Miley's mouth is open and shocked. Her eyes show sadness and regret. I guess I may have gotten through to her.

"Mitch…" she starts morosely but I cut her off in a hoarse voice from my slightly loud rant.

"You don't, Miley. You don't love her...and it's not fair. I've been in love with her since we were seven. Seven freaking years old and you, you've hardly known her for two years and you've already got her wrapped around your finger."

She's still silent and we're just staring each other down.

"I didn't know, Mitch," the popstar starts out again but I cut her off.

"Yeah, well now you do. Come on, let's get you home." Slowly I make my way back to the car. Miley follows. She understands that the conversation (a.k.a. my rant) was now finished.

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The next day…

A rapid knocking at my front door knocked me out of my slumber. Fatigue plagued my entire body. Dried tears could be felt distinctly across my face. I felt groggy and terrible.

Besides, who the hell would be up at like ten on a Saturday? I mean, come on, seriously.

The person on the other side of the door could wait as I slowly but surely made my way out of bed and to the wood that was annoyingly being knocked. I didn't exactly feel like being social today.

"Alright, I'm coming! Hold your horses!" I shout, but it sounded like anyone but me.

The rapping continued but this time harsher as if desperate.

"Okay, what the he-Mikayla?" I ask as I wrench open the door and see the tear strained brunette. Her hair was a mess and mascara was running down her face.

I open my mouth to question what's wrong but she sobs out an answer before I can.

"Miley broke up with me…"

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Is this Mitchie's chance? What will happen next? Why am I taking so long to update this story? =]

BECUZ I JUST LOVE TO TORTURE YOU GUYS!!!

Okay, so I've got a pretty sad idea for this story. Yes, just like my others…it will so include angst but this time it is so much worse. (tear) I know, the thought made me want to cry too.

Remember, reviews are love and the more reviews, the more updates. Let's see how long it takes me to finish this story, yo.