It's been two weeks since Nick and I 'reconnected' - as well told the press - and things were perfect. We got closer again - and yes I mean in the romantic way too. The only problem was that I actually still had a boyfriend. I knew it was wrong of me to still have Justin but he was just there and it was nice to know that if Nick and I would ever fight he'd be there to comfort me.

Well, he would if I made sure he didn't know the reason. He really hated Nick, to be bold. He hated that I started talking to him again. He didn't want me to text Nick. He didn't want me to talk about him. Justin actually said it would be best if I didn't talk to him at all. That my career would sky rocket if I went on my own. Idiot - that's the only thing I thought before making him leave my house.

Today I would have to have an interview with JohnJay & Rich. Those two were… awesome but kind of annoying. Really nosey, if you ask me. But they're like me so it's okay. I loved doing radio interviews. That way the world couldn't see if I was blushing or rolling my eyes. Not that I ever did that, of course…

Mom and I left the house early, so we wouldn't be too late. I usually was late all the time that's why she made me leave early. Of course, the second I woke up and I looked at my phone, I saw that Nick had sent me a text. It had become kind of a routine for me to wake up, check my phone and find the same text every morning: "Morning beautiful, how's it going? 3" Yeah, I know, he's such a romantic. That's why I love him so much… but he doesn't know. Anyway, I'd reply every time and we'd text all day with those sappy text messages.

"Mom, we're late again!" Yeah, we actually were late. I don't know how we did it because we left the house really early but we were late. Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me into the studio. The people there clapped as I entered. I smiled apologetically and shrugged. Rich handed me headphones. I heard the end of the intro for me and smiled a bit. The Climb just finished playing when JohnJay started talking.

"JohnJay & Rich, Miley Stewart in the studio…"

"Wow man, that was intense…"

"Movie coming out, book coming out, album coming out… thanks for coming in, by the way."

"No problem… that was a long little montage going on there…" They laughed a bit.

"You've done a lot. I'm thinking back to, you know, when I was 16; pretty much all I was trying to do then was trying to get the Van Halen logo on my folder. Look at all you've done already." I nodded a bit.

"Yeah, so… yeah" I rolled my eyes at myself.

"You tired?"

"I don't know what to say to that." I laughed a bit.

"Are you tired yet?" I furrowed my forehead to think.

"Uhm… a little bit this morning. It's kind of early but… that's that, no I'm pretty good and I'm… I got lots of energy." Yeah, that was not really true.

"Uhm, there's a lot of people outside and you and I were looking to pick somebody to bring them up and you kind of had a vibe on someone to bring up, right?" I just went along with it, considering I wasn't even there earlier.

"Yeah… He's crying and praying. We got to pick the guy who's like, on his knees, crying and praying." I actually saw that guy out there and I thought I should let them know.

"We've got Jason on the line, he's out there right now, so you, can you put the headphone up so we can talk to him?" I nodded and did what he told me too.

"Jason, you there?" We waited a second before we got a reply.

"Hey, what's up guys?" We all said hello to him.

"Uhm, Miley was looking at the guy with the shirt that says 'Team Miley' on it."

"Okay…"

"Walk over to him… just, casually so he doesn't hear us." I decided to say something too.

"Be like, 'yo, whattup?'" Random, I know.

"Alright, I'm here."

"Okay, now tell him Miley… say something like, say something like… what's a good line…?" We looked at each other and shrugged.

"We chose you…" But the girl whose name I forgot shook her head.

"No…" Then they all said something which nobody could really understand.

"Put him on the phone, let Miley tell him." Oh great…

"Put him on the phone, so Miley can talk to him." We heard Jason say 'someone wants to talk to you, I think it's Miley'. Oh great, let him know. Then there was this boy's voice heard over the phone.

"Hello?" I smiled and leaned forward a bit.

"Hello?"

"Yeah?"

"Hi, are you- are you the one with the Team Miley shirt?" The boy squealed, I think, which made me smile. Then he cried which was sweet. I looked at the guys confused.

"Wait… wait, he gets to come up here, right?" They nodded.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, we want you to come up here and hang out with us." The boy said something but I couldn't understand it again. The guys laughed a bit because he sounded sad and happy at the same time.

"Okay, hand the phone back, we'll just tell him we don't know what he's talking about." They laughed a bit.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

"I don't know what's going on…" His voice was so hoarse you really couldn't understand it. So Rich smiled a bit.

"You're coming up to meet Miley." The boy screamed into the phone and the girl - still don't remember her name - leaned back. Rich was just in the process of asking him for his name.

"Oh my god…" We laughed a bit.

"I think he got that message…" They asked for his name again.

"Matthew…"

"Matthew, you need to run over to that guy in the blue shirt that she's talking to." He was talking about this channel that was having a live show right down there. We were watching it on a small screen. I shook my head.

"No, no, no, no, no, no… Go hug the lady in the pink, just run up… wait, what's her name again?" They told me.

"Go hug her, right now. Just run up behind her and give her a huge hug. Go, go. Run, run, run."

"She's live on TV right now…" I smiled.

"We're watching her live, just go up and give her a hug. That's a true test if you love me or not. Run… run, run." They all mumbled something. We suddenly saw him walk up to her and give her a hug. He was crying. The girl laughed.

"That's so awkward… she's on the air…" We laughed a bit and watched the girl in the pink look at Matthew confused. We let the madness die down and talk about some things that seemed important to them. I answered them honestly… or at least I tried to. And honestly, the whole time I was talking to them, I was texting. Who, you might ask? Well, take a wild guess. Yes, my ex-boyfriend and now somewhat best friend. After some time, they noticed.

"Is that your iPod?" JohnJay leaned over while Rich was still talking about the last topic.

"Radiohead is not Snow Patrol." I looked at JohnJay.

"No, this is my phone."

"Who're you texting?" Oh god, no.

"Uh…"

"Let's prank call people." The girl leaned over and read a text over my shoulder. The problem with that text? Over the time, Nick's and my texts got a little more… sappy and cute? He was not in LA right now and I missed him. And let's just say, I let him know that.

"Ooh, who are you texting? I miss you!" I blushed a little. JohnJay looked at me curious.

"Let me, let me read your text messages." I looked at him confused.

"Let me… let you read my text messages?" He nodded.

"Let me read 'em." I looked away.

"I sent a nice text message this morning." Yeah, I did… to Nick, once again. JohnJay was persistent, that's all I'm saying.

"Let me see 'em, let me go through 'em right now." I sighed quietly. The girl smiled.

"Are they shmoopy texts?"

"Let me go through, let me read them." I looked down to see that I made a little mistake.

"No, I put a smiley face…"

"Let me read them." I sighed and handed him my phone. Might as well let him, it's not like he would tell the whole world, right? He nodded.

"But you can't say that on the air, 'cause my boyfriend will get mad." The more words I said that the more quiet I became.

"Oh." I finally realized what I just said.

"Just kidding." He handed me my phone back.

"Oh tell him, wait back up, tell HIM that you're in the studio with us, he's a good friend or ours." I nodded and started typing.

"I'm in the studio…" Rich then looked over my shoulder.

"Wait, which one… Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea."

"With JohnJay & Rich… I don't want to tell you who that is 'cause her boyfriend will get mad." Great, he totally just sold me out… more or less. Rich rolled his eyes.

"Wow, her boyfriend cares." I ignored them and talked to myself while writing.

"…John…"

"That's the dish right there…" I looked at him.

"Wait, how do you spell it, like that?" He nodded.

"Like that." I nodded and kept on writing.

"… and Rich. They say hi." JohnJay looked at me.

"Was that right now, did he just send you right now?" The girl laughed.

"Oh my god, John, calm down. John's like, about to jump her phone." I tried to get the attention away from me.

"Want to call my dad later?"

"It's hard to see the reflection." Okay, whatever he was talking about.

"I want to see if my dad's up." The girl nodded.

"Oh yeah…" JohnJay seemed to be amazed, why ever he was.

"This is really cool…" I once again talked while writing.

"Dad, are you up?... You've never seen a sidekick before?" They laughed a bit.

"No, no, no." I kept on talking.

"This came out in like 2000." He shook his head.

"No, I'm just saying the person you just texted before, and is… that- that would cause a huge uproar" The girl looked at him confused just as did Rich.

"Wha-?"

"Why? Is that person good looking?" I looked at Rich.

"What?" The girl sighed.

"Oh, geez." I looked at Rich again.

"Is that person good looking?" He nodded. JohnJay decided that it was his time to say something.

"Dude, is that Jodie Wallie?" I suddenly looked up alarmed.

"Did I just say 'my boyfriend' on the air?" The girl looked at me.

"You just said- yeah." I sighed and leaned back.

"Okay, whatever." They laughed and pointed at the 'on air' sign.

"You know we're on right now, right?" JohnJay still laughed which made his voice crack.

"Oh look at that. Miley Stewart." I don't know why he kept saying my full name. Rich looked at my screen.

"What, is that his nickname?" I nodded.

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"Oh." The girl stupidly read one of the texts from Nick out loud. I mean, why would she do that?

"I'm miserable without you… Aw. I knew there were shmoopy texts in there! Isn't it too early for lover texts?" I cracked a smile and moved away from them.

"Alright, get away. Get away from me."

"Wait a second. The nickname is such-" I sighed annoyed with myself.

"Am I such- ugh." The girl - actually woman, I finally realized - started telling us a story about her daughter having a boyfriend and a not working phone. And that she found about 75 texts saying 'baby' a lot. I rolled my eyes.

"That's my pet peeve." She nodded.

"Like baby, you can only say that so much." I nodded.

"I don't allow 'babe' or 'baby, really." And I really didn't. She nodded.

"You're like… say my name." I nodded.

"I, uh, yeah, I have a name." Rich nodded.

"Got to have rules." JohnJay interrupted us - which was understandable because this conversation was heading nowhere interesting.

"Well listen, people in the back are freaking out… I want to tell you that I am not sharing the information that I saw." I nodded.

"Don't share it."

"I won't, I won't." I sighed.

"You know, everyone's freaking out." He nodded.

"I won't say anything, I promise." I shrugged.

"Everyone wants to know who it is, but I'm not going to say." JohnJay nodded.

"I know, that's what I'm talking about, I will not say anything. But I want to know if they replay though." I looked at him.

"If they reply? Oh, they will." The girl joined in again.

"Whoever they are, they're up early." I nodded,

"Yeah, they're up early." JohnJay nodded too.

"That text that you sent, uh, before the boyfriend one-" I then got a text.

"Dang!"

"What?"

"That was quick. Wait hold on."

"What'd he say? Or she? Or they?" I read through it.

"Cool, tell them I say 'whattup?'" I chuckled. Only Nick would say that.

"Oh, you can't tell them." I looked at JohnJay confused.

"What?" The girl was confused too.

"Why?"

"Because if you tell 'em-"

"Whoever that is said 'whattup' to you." JohnJay nodded.

"I know, that's cute. That's huge." The girl shook her head.

"Oh Miley…" What did I do now? I was just texting on the phone. That's not illegal now, is it? I was kind of annoyed if I'm completely honest.

"What?"

"It's weird 'cause… you're so, you're very much larger than life, you're everywhere, so it's funny because I have this…" I decided to interrupt her because I really didn't feel like.

"Are you really playing 'Creep' in the background?" Rich's head snapped at me.

"No, I'm playing 'High And Dry' actually." I nodded and grinned.

"Oh, I hear it. That's funny."

"I was- I didn't hear a thing you were saying. I was listening to Radiohead." The girl giggled.

"The whole time? Probably, probably." I thought we finally were over the texting thing because they started talking about me singing which would happen soon. I was going to 'jam' - like they called it. And just as we were about to walk into the performance room, the girl spotted my phone again. Ugh, why didn't I put it in my pocket? Anyway, she laughed and pointed at me.

"She's holding her phone…" I laughed too because it actually was funny.

"I know, I'm holding my phone." And there goes JohnJay again.

"Tell them I'm so- I, I feel, I think we ruined something for the person you just texted. I feel really bad for something that happened." The girl and I asked 'why' at the same time.

"And so I, I take full responsibility."

"We get this all the time."

"Nobody knows who, anything. I'm on that side-" But JohnJay interrupted the girl again. Obviously we weren't on the same page.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'm not talking about that, about this is the person she's texting back and forth, we, we take full responsibility for something bad that happened to them and I want to apologize so that's it, tell them 'they're sorry for what happened'." Okay, what the heck was he talking about?

"Why?" He sighed a little.

"Because I think that's the reason they came number 2 in the box office, it's our fault." Not getting what he was saying at first, smart me replied with:

"Why?" Then, when someone in the background went 'don't, oh my gosh' I realized what he just said and looked at him with big eyes. He just totally gave it away. He grinned.

"Ah, I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding, freaked you out." The girl shook her head.

"John Jay, you are the weirdest-" I interrupted her.

"I, I go-" I laughed because I was so embarrassed. They were all chuckling away.

"Look at Jason." John Jay was still going on about how he was 'just kidding'. Ugh, that guy…

"No, it wasn't." Rich and John Jay kept on rambling about 'just kidding' and 'getting me out of trouble'. The girl rolled her eyes.

"You just have to stop talking." I sighed and smiled brightly. They reminded me of… well, me.

"I kind of like it, 'cause I'm like that too, right? Total word vomit." John Jay pointed at me.

"See?"

"I love it." That was my only reply.

"Word vomit! That's awesome, Miley Stewart." Once again, why does he say my fully name again? I smiled nonetheless.

"I always say too much. Why do you think I always have like 'Miley's rep says…'? It's 'cause I'll always be like 'Oh I'm doing this!' And they'll be like 'actually it's not true' and then it'll come out six months later that I actually AM doing that project." We finally changed the subject! Yes, thank god.

"That's because you're just honest."

"Yeah, exactly.

"Yeah, you're a kid, you're sixteen still!" I shrugged.

"I can't help it, I just have word vomit." John Jay looked down.

"I apologize to your management 'cause I have word vomit too." Rich nodded. I smiled.

"Jason deals with a lot worse." The girl nodded.

"Yeah." I almost laughed as I said that next thing.

"This is a good day, right?" John Jay nodded.

"It is." Why it was a good day? Because Nick and I were texting. But let's pretend I didn't just think that. What I had to think about was how I would explain that all to Nick and everyone else. They would all be thinking that Nick and I were more than just friends. And Justin… oh my gosh, help me.

I stared at my phone and the text message I just got. A few days ago I'd always smile when I got a text; right now I felt like crying. This text was not happy at all. And it wasn't even one text. It were two texts, with almost the same words and almost equally hurtful. The first one was from Justin. His was short and precise.

"I'd love to say we need to talk, but I don't want to talk to you. Ever. I think it'd be best if it was over." And with that text it was, I knew it was. And - believe me or not - I actually felt sad about it. I loved Justin - as a best friend, of course but that doesn't matter - and losing him was bad enough. But the second text was worse.

"I know it's not all your fault, but you let them read it. You let them say it. We need to talk." We had a little conversation before he sent that text and I practically told him that I was sorry. And I knew that he thought that it wasn't my fault. But it actually was and now I'd have to live with the outcome. He wanted to talk.

It may seem like Nick's text wasn't as hurtful, but that's not true. He didn't say it but he was blaming me. He hated being asked about us; not because he didn't like answering those questions. He just really didn't like talking about his private life. And now - after my radio interview - I knew they would.

He was back from wherever he was a day after the interview and I agreed to meet up with Nick at the park near a wood which was near my house. There, nobody would ever find us. It was like our little NeverLand. I just hope it wouldn't end… again. I was there way too early. But I knew Nick; he'd show up half an hour early just so he could think about things. And just like I thought, he did show up half an hour before we actually said we'd meet up.

He was surprised at first, when he saw me at the tree we engraved with our initials. Like I said, nobody ever went there so nobody would see it. Anyway, his confused expression changed. He didn't look confused anymore. Now he looked sad and angry at the same time. I shrunk back and sighed a little. He'd yell; I could hear it coming. But Nick shook his head.

"I'm not going to yell at you." I nodded and let out a breath I was holding.

"Okay… what do you want to talk about? Nice weather, right? I always loved April." Nick chuckled and shook his head.

"That's not what I want to talk about…" I nodded and sat down by the tree. Nick sat down too but rather far away. Great, he'll be distant. A sign that we would fight soon.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's not like I wanted them to read the texts! And I couldn't help it that this lady was stupid enough to read them out loud! I didn't think straight. It was early in the morning." Nick rolled his eyes.

"So? I was doing an interview too and I didn't let them read my text messages!" I shook my head.

"It's not like they were bad texts! I didn't tell them to grab my phone. Most of this interview wasn't prepared. Did you even hear what we were talking about before?" Nick shook his head.

"No, I didn't but it doesn't matter. What you did was embarrassing." I looked at him confused. My anger washed away and was actually replaced with hurt. Was he embarrassed of me? Because people probably knew that I was texting him?

"What? Why…?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"Why? Because all I've been saying to those reporters, interviewers and such was that our relationship was not a really romantic one since we were fourteen and all that. And me going back together with you - or even being friends with you - would be hypocritical of me because I said I didn't care about you anymore in that way." I bit my lip. I thought we were over the fighting and all that? I wished we were.

"So you were saying all the 'I love you's' back then were a lie?" Nick shook his head.

"No, they weren't. But they didn't mean as much." Did he even know what he was saying? Did he know that he was breaking my heart once again? Remember how I said it was his decision either he'd break my heart or take it? Yeah, I think I knew what he decided he would do.

"What do you mean, they didn't mean as much?" He sighed.

"We were fourteen, Miles. How serious can you be about love at fourteen?" I scoffed and tried not to cry.

"I don't know, you tell me. You wrote all those love songs, didn't you?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wrote what I thought the fans wanted to hear." Oh great, back to the fans.

"Is that why you broke up with me? Because of the fans? So you could get a great song out of it?" Nick shook his head in disbelief.

"No, that's not true. But this is not about me. It's about you and your stupidity. You could've told me that you were doing an interview!" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, maybe I didn't want to!" Nick shook his head again.

"You are so childish, Miley. I can't believe it. You're risking my career with these little things." Oh, so now we're back to that…

"So you're saying your career is more important than me? Great, that's just great…" I got up and started walking away.

"You know what? Sometimes it really is! Because it doesn't seem like you're worth all this." I stopped dead in my tracks. Not worth all this? Was he really going there? I bit my lip and turned to him.

"Why wouldn't I be worth all this? Because I'm a slut? I know that's what you want to say. I'm not worth anything because I act like a normal sixteen year-old! People freaking judge me for everything! And sometimes they do because they don't know me. But you… you should know me. I thought you knew me. And I thought we were getting somewhere after what happened at the shoot a few weeks ago. But I see, we're nowhere at all. You still hate me for whatever reason and… that's okay." I sighed and took a step back.

This would be it. The big exposing of my feelings. And then it would be over; for good. It probably had to be this way too. He had it coming. It was his fault - just like last time. And I was stupid enough to forgive him because I thought he learned. But he didn't.

"That's okay because no matter how much you hate me, I will always love you with everything in me. You will always be the one and no one will ever be able to replace you… You want to know the sad part though? You don't care about that. You broke my heart two times Nick. You got two chances and you screwed up. What does that tell you? We aren't meant to be. I'm going to Georgia in two days anyway, so you won't have to see me for a few months. I really hope you'll be happy with whoever you want to be with." I shook my head and walked away.

Well, I guess it didn't work out for us. He screwed up. Maybe it was my fault too - somehow. I didn't want to leave him like this but I knew I had to. I would give him time to think and maybe - if he had the guts to do so - he'd come apologize on his own. I just had to pray, hope, wait and see.

On my way home - I was crying - I made a mental note to myself: Never text during radio interviews ever again. And just like that I arrived at home, ran into my room, slammed the door shut and cried. And like I said, I started to pray and hope. And then all I did was wait and see.

Wow, this chapter sucked. You can tell me, that's alright. I just thought the interview was cute so I had to do it. And then I thought 'Hey, that would fit perfectly if they fought before Miley left' so I could have a romantic reunion in the story... you'll see what I'm talking about later ;) But I know this chapter sucked because once again, it seems really rushed and all that. Leave a review and tell me that it sucked, okay? ;)

But thanks for reading anyway and I hope you somewhat liked it...

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