The rest of the night was a blur. Miley spent the majority of the night drowning her feelings with tequila. She convinced herself that there was nothing she wanted to remember about this day.

Slowly opening her eyes, Miley groaned. Great. She thought to herself, as she slowly lifted her hand to her forehead and sighed. Looking to her left, she saw an unfamiliar man lying next to her – a wave of shame washed over her. What have you done? She thought to herself as she slowly got out of the hotel bed and wandered into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Miley was lost, she didn't know how to begin putting the pieces of her memory back together. She didn't remember a single thing about the wedding. Ironically, all she could recall was the fact that she didn't want to remember anything. Stepping into the shower, Miley twisted both of the hot and cold water knobs before she settled on the perfect temperature. Closing her eyes, Miley looked up as she let the water hit her face. As she looked back down, she wiped the water off her face. She quickly washed her hair, making sure that it was free of hairspray and any extra bobby pins. Running a hand through her hair, she attempted to loosen the knots within her hair.

Stepping out of the shower, Miley wrapped a towel around her physique. Although Miley was still feeling groggy, she had accepted the fact that she made a enormous mistake last night. She quietly tip-toed to the desk and grabbed a post-it and a pen, "Thank-you for last night. You know your way out, right?" She scribbled down quickly, tip-toeing back to the bed, she stuck the post-it onto the forehead of the man she never wanted to see again. Taking the room key from the desk, she quickly grabbed her suitcase along with her hand bag as she slipped out of hotel room. Miley was absolutely hopeless during awkward situations which meant that she tried to avoid them at all costs, especially when it involved a stranger. She quietly walked down the hallway of the hotel, suddenly fully aware that she was in a mere towel. She glanced at the number on door, 130. Finally a number that seemed somewhat familiar. Knocking on the door, she began to hope it was someone she knew.

Moments later, the door opened and behind it stood a very confused Joe. "Help now, questions later." Miley replied, rushing into the bathroom of his hotel room.

"Uh... okay?" He replied, closing the door behind him.

"I'm so sorry about this but I didn't know where else to go." She apologized from the bathroom.

"It's fine," he said, standing at the bathroom door. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Miley quickly rummaged through her suitcase as she attempted to find something suitable to wear, she took out a matching set of lacy undergarments and put them on. She quickly grabbed out a dress and got dressed quickly. Finally opening the door, Miley sighed, turning around. "Can you zip me up?"

Joe nodded, obliging. "I'm still waiting for an answer." He said in a teasing tone as he zipped up the back of her dress.

"Thank-you," she said softly. Turning around to face Joe, Miley sighed, "I don't remember anything, to be honest." She started, "all I know is that when I woke up with some random guy next to me. Butt naked on my bed. Then I took a shower, wrote a post-it and stuck it to his forehead thanking him for whatever happened last night. Oh, and then I ran down the hall in a towel with my bags and prayed that someone I knew would open the door after I knocked."

Trying not the laugh, Joe nodded. "Sounds... fun."

"Shut up!" Miley replied as she playfully hit him on the arm.

"Hey!" Joe called out in protest, "what was that for?" He asked, rubbing his arm. "You're so lucky you're cute." He added moments later with a chuckle as he walked over to his bed.

"It's not my fault people love me," she replied childishly as she followed him.

Laying down on the bed, Joe then watched Miley lay down beside him.

"You need to help me figure out what happened last night!" She said, punching him gently.

"Well, let me think." Joe replied, trying to recall Miley's antics from the night before. "It was hours after Nick and Selena left and our talk, you were with this guy, probably one of Nick's friends and as the night went on, you ordered more drinks and I guess that dude became a lot more interesting."

"Oh no," Miley whispered as she raised her hands up to cover her face and shook it gently.

"Don't be like that," Joe said, as she gently removed her hands from her face.

Rolling her eyes, Miley scoffed.

"Oh, come on, Mile." He apologized, pulling her into a hug.

"You're such an ass." Miley murmured softly into his chest.

"Love you too, babe." He replied, kissing the top of her head. Looking down at her, Joe couldn't help but smile. He loved everything about her and didn't understand why anyone wanted to hurt her – especially Nick. She was crazy for him and all he did was toss her aside, it angered Joe more than it should have, but he couldn't help it. He gently lifted up her chin with his index finger and continued to smile at the beautiful girl staring back at him. He was unaware of what was coming over him but he didn't care, he slowly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Smiling as soon as he felt her kissing him back.

As as soon as Miley leaned out of the kiss, she regretted it. Joe was a great guy, but she was madly in love with his brother. "I should go." She finally said after a few moments of pure silence. Sitting up on the bed, Miley ran a hand through her hair. It was almost like she couldn't do anything right. She slept with someone she wish she could forget and then, if that wasn't enough, she kissed Joe.

Joe quickly sat up on the bed to find Miley packing up all of her things. "I'm sorry, I should have never kissed you. But you can't leave, what if that guy's still there?"

"It's fine," she lied smoothly, "I'm not going back to my room. I'm going home."

Sighing, Joe had already given up on this conversation. "Okay, I'll see you soon... or something."

Faking a smile, Miley waved goodbye to Joe as she opened the door and walked out of his room with her suitcase. Standing in front of Joe's door, Miley took a deep breath. You can't do anything about it now, just let it go. Nothing she thought of could made her feel better, her whole life was a mess. Nick was married to Selena. She spent the night with a stranger. Joe kissed her. She walked down the hallway to the elevator, she pressed the button and patiently waited. When it finally beeped, Miley felt relieved – she was finally able to escape from this nightmare.

AN: I know it's quite short and I'm sorry but more is coming. :) Reviews are always welcome. ;D