I never expected to get reviews just hours after I posted. It completely made my day, especially since the last chapter was written in only half an hour and it wasn't even proof-read. You guys are amazing. Thank you. This was written not too long after the first chapter, because I was reading suburbs stories and they inspired me, because I love romance. If you haven't read her stuff (and I can only assume that she is a girl), do it, she is amazing. And one day, I will get around to stating my utter admiration of her stories in review form, but until then, on with the story.

The door slammed, her hair streaming behind her because of the wind and the force that she was walking with. Her brown eyes were blazing and her lips were pressed so tightly together that they were barely visible except for a thin line. Her destination was unknown. She just needed to get away, before her anger disappeared and what he had said sunk in. It wouldn't do to be breaking down in the middle of a crowded street.

Sadly she wasn't as lucky as she had hoped. She heard the door slam once more and felt a hand on her arm turn her around. How he had caught up with her that fast, she didn't have any idea. She brushed her hair out of her face angrily, looking up at him with her set face, knowing she'd have to stay angry with him to keep her hurt from showing.

"What do you want?" She growled, shoving his hand off her arm and stepping back so that they had a good meter and half distance between them. Punches wouldn't do well, what with him being a international rock star and all. Assault wasn't in her best interests either.

When he didn't speak, she crossed her arms and just looked at him, counting to ten, because if he didn't say something she would. And she was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to reign in the worst of her temper if that happened.

One.

He looked furious himself, his shirt was covered in some sort of red sauce and his hair was plastered to his head by what she knew to be soda. Not her fault, her temper was legendary.

Two.

He looked as if he was trying to think of words. Ways to ream her out even more, as if yelling at her in the middle of a packed restaurant hadn't humiliated her effort.

Three.

His fists kept clenching and unclenching and his eyebrows were furrowed. She had never seen him look so frustrated and livid.

Four.

Her jaw clenched, as she counted, wondering if he really was going to say something. For a known lyricist he was horrible at words.

Five.

She dug her nails into her hand, stopping herself from beginning to yell at him. She'd said that she'd give him ten seconds before she would yell at him herself. She had been silent in the restaurant afterall.

Six.

They never got angry at each other. They understood each other too well. And yet, here they were, in a fight that easily surpassed his brother and her best friends constant ones.

Seven.

Oh, how she wanted him to stay silent for three more seconds. Then she could let rip. She was never one to take criticism well, and tonight, she had stayed silent. Not for much longer.

Eight.

Just two more seconds. She almost winced when he opened his mouth, but he closed it again, and her jaw clenched even more, making her wonder for just a second if she'd even be able to open it when she started her rant.

Nine.

It was tempting to think of an opening sentence that would hurt him as much as he would hurt her, but she decided to wing it. Actually, that was a lie. Her anger was not letting her think clearly.

Ten.

She'd given him his chance. Now he was screwed. She had to unclench her jaw and shake out her arms, because the temptation to just punch him and walk away, was so much. She took a deep breath.

"I'm a fame whore?" Her voice wasn't loud, but she knew she was heard. She spat out the words because they insulted her very being. Her essence. She ran a hand through her hair, her arms flailing as she spoke.

"I'm your best friend. And you're an arse-hole who's forgotten what it's like to be normal." He looked as if he was about to interrupt her and she just put up a hand and continued her yelling him, steadily getting louder.

"No. Shut Up! It's my turn to talk now." She paused as if to take a breath and recollect her thoughts.

"You've known me for years. You've seen me dive into trash cans to avoid being seen and thought of as a celebrity just because I'm friends with you. I've never asked you for any favors. I've always earned my own way."

She stepped closer, looking up at him, her eyes still flaming and showing her fury at her supposed best friend. He looked a bit scared of her, but still seething at the same time. That increased when she started poking him in the chest with each word.

"I don't know when you got on your damn high horse, but you better hurry up and get off it soon, or you'll lose the only damn person that's actually interested in who you are as a real person apart from your family. I don't know where you've gotten the idea that I'm only friends with you because you're famous, or so I can 'hook up with celebrities'. Glad to know that you think so highly of your best friend."

She stepped back, almost growling, but her anger was ebbing away and the hurt at his accusations was starting to show. Evident by the rapidly blinking eyes, and the shuffling of her feet.

"So guess what Nick, you've gotten your wish. I'm out of your life. I'm not your problem anymore. I won't talk to you anymore. Won't listen to your damn idiotic crushes on girls that are the ones that actually only want you for your fame and money. Let's see how long you survive without me. Because I assure you, I'll survive quite easily without you, in fact, I think that I'll excel." She paused, turning on her heel, before giving him a parting shot as she walked away.

"Oh and another thing, that 'date' I was supposedly on, was a meeting for your surprise birthday party. Have a great life."

And with that, she disappeared around the corner.

So, what do you think? I think that clears up the whole what Nick did. And yes, I know he doesn't speak, but I can't really imagine Macy letting Nick speak if he accused her of those kind of things. In fact I was really tempted to make her punch him. But I refrained. Now I'm off to go read happy things, because this chapter I had to get angry.