Pressing send on my phone I waited to make sure the text message sent before suddenly deciding to throw my phone full force against our family room wall, with a loud clack it fell to floor in a handful of tiny pieces.

"Dude, angry much?" Kevin questioned from the couch where he was watching TV.

Joe, who was standing in the door way pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in hand, answered his question. "Bro, Miley hasn't returned a single call or text to Nick since their little session of getting it on three days ago." His voice was a mix of jackass and true sincerity towards my problem.

"Well it's not like she has returned any of your calls or texts either." I shot back across the room.

"Well Joe isn't in love with Miley like you are, so for him it's just a few days without talking to a friend, while to you it means something is wrong. But you guys aren't dating right? You just cried together, then she kicked you out then you made out, then you left. Nothing unusual there…" Kevin spoke up, sarcastic yes, but actually commenting on this whole situation without hatred, like he would have if this wasn't a Miley problem.

"Wait, Kevin What?" Joe and I spoke at the exact same time.

"Kev, are you actually trying to be helpful?" I questioned.

"Yea, dude, you do know this is about Miley Cyrus right? The one you despise." Joe quickly finished.

"It's this new thing I'm trying. Where every time Miley comes up I just pretend you are talking about some sweet non famous girl who caused zero problems. Because it seems that I can't fight you two anymore." Kevin actually was sincere, it was incredible. His eyes where wide and his facial expressions kind, it never was like this for Kev and I anymore.

"Gee, Kev thanks that's really great of you." I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

"Yea Kev, it's really awesome of you to jump on the Niley bandwagon. Well in your way..." Joe shoveled ice cream in his mouth as he spoke, and put on a goofy expression.

"Oh gosh, I hate that. Do you really have to say Niley? You act like we aren't people." I cringed at the thought.

Flashback:

New years is just a week away and Nick is coming over, so are Joe and Kevin we have to rehearse for our New Years Eve performance together. Looking at the table in front of me I shift my guitar so I can easily see the papers resting on the glass. It's a song, written a few days ago after another fight with Nick. Its ending, that's obvious lately all we can do is fight. I still love him but we are killing ourselves for each other and it's no fare. I just want to make sure he hears this song before we make it official. I hear the door open and familiar voices float into my area of the house. Quickly I scribble down the song title, '7 Things'.

"Miles hey!" Nick and Joe said at the same time, Nick leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Hey everyone" I say trying to be polite even to Kevin who was examining my carpet instead of looking at me. "Why don't you two go set up out in our great room, Nick and I will be out in five." I made it sound like they had an option, but it was clear there was no option.

"Oooooh! Are you guys gonna kiss??" Joe asked sounding like a five year old as he followed a suffering Kevin out the door.

Closing the door behind them, I turn around to find a stone faced Nick sitting on my bed. "Good that's where I wanted you while I play you a something…"

"Shouldn't we talk?" Bitter voice, he asks.

"We will soon. This song I just finished, says what I need to say." I pick up my guitar and begin….

"Joe, SHUT UP I'M GOING TO HER HOUSE, YOU AREN'T GOING TO STOP ME!!" I stood next to my bicycle, screaming at Joe. He couldn't stop me, I was so pissed off I broke my goddamn cell phone this morning.

Joe's face was sullen, looking at me; he shook his head left to right in disapproval. "She isn't going to swoon in happiness. It's not like back when you two where dating and you would surprise her and it would be romantic. Now you guys are in a weird world of hatred love whatever, you were in the car. She will be pissed that you can't just leave her alone. You forget I know her too." Joe stood there in our front yard begging me to stay at home.

"Fuck you." With that I hoped on my bicycle, shot Joe the finger and peddled my way towards her house. A ride I could do in my sleep. Five minutes later I dump my bike on the pathway to Miley's door, running my hands through my hair I tug at my curls in frustration. Standing in front of the door I brought my fist up in the air and pounded on the door. "Miley!!" I screamed at her door, I can hear her moving inside the bedroom. I continued to pound my fist, "Miley please open the door!" screaming still.

"Nick please leave me alone." Her voice filtered through the closed door.

Pounding on the door with one hand, I reached down and twisted the door knob finding it unlocked I swing it open and walked inside.

Miley shot up from her position of lying on the bed, "Nick what the fuck?" She screamed.

I stormed over towards her, falling on top of her I connected out mouth without skipping a beat. Miley laid beneath me, trying to push me away at first but quickly gave into the chemistry.