Alright so i need to apologize for missing a post. And also for the fact that there prolly wont be a post until this time next week becuase, my computer is being funky so wirting is difficult. Which i hate becuase this story is such a great outlet for me to write into, and i feel bad becuase i hate to be all screwy becuase i hate when that happens the stories i'm reading. but i should only be for the next post or two. good news i think that this is a reallly really amazing part of the story, its part one of at leasat two. and its the start of a lot of drama!! love you guys, let me know what you think!! you are the best readers!! =]

Flashback:

"NICK GODDAMN IT! IF YOU LIKE HER OR YOU WANT HER THEN TELL ME! YOU CAN HAVE HER! BUT IF YOU WANT ME! THEN JUST SAY SO. I CAN'T PLAY YOUR FUCKING GAME! I JUST NEED TO KNOW! IS THAT'S SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?" Tears welled up in my eyes, I begged them not to, but they betrayed me.

"Miley. It's not that simple…" He was trying to make me feel better I could tell.

Why had I fell for him? For the past eight months that we had been dating I really thought he liked me, when he told me he was in love with me two months ago I believed him I was so stupid. It was obvious the way he talked to her, and looked at her. He was falling out of love with him and into like with her. It killed to watch. "NICK IT'S SO SIMPLE YOU EITHER WANT HER OR ME." But I can promise you it WILL NOT BE BOTH. I REFUSE to play your stupid game!" Ager filled me up to the brim. This was our first major fight since we had started dating. When we were just friends we had a few major fights but it was just us trying to deny our true feelings. Since we had started dating we had only had stupid one or two day trivial fights. Nothing like this screaming match that had been building up for weeks.

"Miley, Miles, I love you more than anything you know that." He tried to use my nickname to get me to give in easier, and then he bit his lip. It was out of both worry and trying to get me to give in at his cuteness.

"Then why is it so damn hard for you to say that don't like her?" I was getting impatient, both with my tears which were flowing freely now, completely betraying my wishes and Nick. I was slowly edging my way towards his bedroom door.

"Because it's complicated. It's not that I don't love you, because I do. That feeling could never fade. It's just that I'm confused by the feelings that are rising up for her…" He was being honest now, at least there was that. But I didn't want to hear it like I thought I had. I was at his door now. I just needed to get away from him.

"Fine Nick then have her. Have Samantha, I sure as hell hope you are happy with her. Because you sure aren't with me anymore." I turned and slammed his bed room door. Only I walked right into Joe who it turns out had been eavesdropping.

"Who the fuck is Samantha?" He asked as he pulled my into a long comforting hug, rubbing my back letting me cry my heart out.

Some ten minutes later my pity party had been relocated outside, Joe and I walked next to each other, he had his hand intertwined in mine. It wasn't a romantic hold though; it was just for comfort to make sure I knew he was there. But I already knew that, he was always there ever since day one. Finally I was ready to talk, answer the first question he had asked me when I walked out the assholes bedroom door. "Samantha is one of my backup dancers. I've been watching her and Nick for a few weeks now. I finally confronted him. You know how it goes from there." I breathe outwards heavily.

"Oh I know who you mean; I couldn't understand what Nick was doing when he was with her. I was always thinking dude you are fucking up big time." He swung our arms back and forth. Waiting for me to vent more.

"Well he has what he wants now, he has her. I just can't believe that I believed him when he said he loved me. I'm such a fool." I let my head fall to stare at my feet walking on the pavement.

Joe let out a small laugh. "You two are not over. Not even close to it." He shook his dark locks back and forth.

"How do you know? I did just tell him we are over, he can have her. So I'm pretty sure it is done." My heart sank somewhere below my feet as I said the sentence in all seriousness.

Joe turned seriousness in his face. Letting go of my hand he placed one hand on each of my shoulders and looked me directly in the eyes. "Miley I promise you that this is not the end of Nick and Miley. Nick is fucking up big right now missing out on time with you, but I swear tonight when I go home I will have a HUGE talk with him, by next week at the latest you two will be together again." The tone of his voice, calm but serious and how truthful he was comforted me in a way I didn't know possible. He turned again and laced his fingers in mine starting to walk again.

I let the silence fill the air around us for a while as we just walked and walked; as the sun begins to sink I finally speak. "Joe, thank you. You are always here for me, ALWAYS. I feel like I'm not there enough for you, know that I will do ANYTHING for you. Sometimes I think I take you always being here for granted, but I know you may not always be here. Just thank you. I love you." I breath the whole sentence in a way that doesn't even sound it is me speaking. I'm not sure what I expect him to say in response to that, I hold my breath waiting.

He simply nods his head and squeezes my hand. As a smile spreads across his lips he speaks, "Beautiful sunset today."

Sitting in my lounge, on the couch, flipping through the channels I stop on ABC unable to believe what I am seeing. It's a Jonas interview, but it was tapped at their house, and the preview of what will happen after the commercial break shows the boys talking about their relationships. And not their usual "she's an amazing girl, any guy would be lucky to date her" line, no they are actually talking. It's called 'A glimpse into the lives of the Jonas Brothers: Unlike any other.' I hit record on my remote and then press off on the TV. I'll watch it later, right now I have to figure out why they would do something like that. I could tell from the little bit I saw it was only recorded two or three weeks ago. But I still can't seem to understand why the boys who try and keep as much of their personal lives a secret would not only do an interview as personal as that, but in their home! And actually discuss relationships!?! I could care less if they talk about me, that's not the problem. My head spins over everything for at least ten minutes before I realize that this is Disney's "punishment" for Nick taking the blame. Allow all the fans to get to know them more than they already did, do something extremely personal and uncomfortable so that Disney can cash in. Lovely. All of this Jonas thinking makes me realize that its been three days and I still have a unclaimed bicycle sitting in my front lawn. Picking up my phone I dial and hit send.

"Hello" A charming and familiar voice answers the other end.

"Hey, so a couple of things, first your brother left his bicycle in my front lawn three days ago. And I would love for it to be gone." I try not to sound bitter.

He sighs, I can tell that Joe just wishes I had called Nick, I think he is ready for us to get back together he doesn't want to be the mediator anymore. He just wants to be my friend, not 'my friend who also happens to be the guy I call when I need him to do something Nick related.' "Okay, Miley I will see too it that it is out of your yard. But you wouldn't by chance want to tell me why it is in your yard in the first chance?" He asks in a jerk like way that only Joe can pull off with charm.

"When you tell me why in god's name you would do an interview in your home, and talk about the girls you have dated! That is against everything your family believes in."

"You are right, it is absolutely against everything we believe in, and it was awful. But we had to do it because Nick had to take all the blame so that way you didn't get kicked out of Disney." He spits back at me over the phone, quickly realizing how rude he sounded. "Miley I'm sorry; I really didn't mean to sound so awful. You know that I didn't like it but I also would have done exactly what Nick had. I've just dealt with a lot of questions about the interview today that is all." The sincerity in his voice is clear. "Hey Miley, how about I come and pick you and that bicycle up and we go out for lunch or something?"

"Yea Joe that sounds perfect, just give me twenty to make sure I don't look like a total mess." At least this day is going somewhere other than me sitting on my bed.

"Okay yea twenty sounds good, I'll call you when I'm on your street, and you can just meet me outside?" He questions.

"Yea, see you then." I wonder briefly why he wants to meet me outside but I decide to dismiss it thinking I'm just being weird.

"Sorry dude, you are in the backseat today." Joe instructs as we approach the family Tahoe.

This whole deal seemed al little weird before, a sudden need for the two of us to go out for a bite to eat. But now the whole sitting in the backseat thing has me really weirder out "Joe why? What is this whole deal anyway?"

"This whole deal Nick is me being a good brother and taking you out for some good food. And you are sitting in the back seat because I'm not only older than you but also am the driver so I am telling you what to do." He promptly opens the backdoor to the SUV and waits for me to obediently clime in. Unwillingly I follow his orders; he then closes the door and climbs into the driver's seat, starts up the car finds a good radio station and then slides the car from the driveway.

It wasn't more than two minutes later that Joe whipped out his cell phone, dialing a number and pressing send, "Hey yea I'm just about here." He pauses for a second waiting for the person on the other end to respond. "Yupp okay. I see you." Hanging up the phone, he pulls the car to a sudden stop, confusing the hell out of me since we were only a few blocks from the house, and then rolls down the wind to instruct the surprise guest they are also to ride in the backseat.

I perk up wondering who the hell is joining us and what the fuck is Joe up to. I look over as the passenger side back door opens and my jaw literally drops as I see who is standing there about to climb in. Miley looks amazing I can't lie even in a football sweat shirt and cutoff shorts. Her face is just as confused as me, taking a good ten seconds to compose herself she sighs and climbs in. Obviously realizing that fighting Joe just isn't worth it, maybe she even wants to be here. That's a stupid thought.