Joe woke up lying naked in an unfamiliar bed. Black sheets were tangled around him while his legs were intertwined with another pair of thiner, more feminine legs. Looking down, he saw a blond haired girl sleeping peacefully on his chest, he smiled as the memories of last night came back to him. He felt relieved, Happy. Satisfied. He'd found a girl who cared for him, who loved and adored him and he felt the exact same way for her. Last night, they'd shown each other for the first time how much they truly cared bout one another. Her heavenly cries, his panting breath, everything came back to him and he couldn't be happier. Except for one thing, a pair of big brown eyes that haunted his mind as always- Demi's eyes.

Miley sat on her bed with her arms wrapped around her blue pillow waiting. It'd been a few minutes now since words were shared between she and Nick.

"Why do you have friends with benefits when you like me," she repeated for the fourth time.

He didn't say anything.

"DAMNIT, NICHOLAS, ANSWER ME," she yelled in frustration, her head was pounding while she waited for an answer.

His face heated up as his head spinned a million miles an hour, "because, okay?! I like you! I like you and I shouldn't! You deserve better than what I can give you, Mi!"

Her blue eyes scanned over him confused, "you've never been one who's self conscious enough to think you didn't deserve someone...what'd you do, Nick?"

He bit his lip and shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I just... I can't tell you."

The words hit her like a bullet piercing the heart, since when have they not been able to share everything with each other, she asked herself. Tears fell from her now saddened gray eyes and Nick cringed.

"Please don't cry," he pleaded.

She looked at him with a cold gaze, "get out," she hissed, "and don't come back."

"Mi-"

"NO! I don't want to hear it," she said in a heated temper, "I don't want to hear what you have to say. You're supposed to be my best friend! We're supposed to be able to tell each other everything! You're a coward, Nicholas. You're a coward and a liar and I can't be with someone like that."

He looked at her hurt as tears threatened to fall from his brown orbs, she looked away, not wanting to see him cry, even if she was crying because of him. He watched as the thick, concrete walls he'd worked so hard to crack went up again. It was like her internal safety shield. Nick walked over and kissed the top of her head and stroked her cheek for a moment, "you don't have to worry about that guy who was stalking you again. You're safe," he whispered. Miley averted her eyes away, trying to keep her calm until he'd left. He sighed and walked out of the room and out of the apartment.

Miley grabbed a pillow and held it to her mouth, she let out a blood curdling scream and sobbed hard. Her rock had lost crumbled, she'd lost her back bone, her best friend, she'd just lost what seemed like her everything. "You're safe," echoed through her mind, she wasn't. Not when her protection was gone. She was damaged now, and the only person who could've mended her had just lost her trust.

A/N: I know this chapter was really really short, and I apologize, I just wanted to get this scene done with and put it out there, I really like the last paragraph so I though it'd be a good stopping place. What do you guys think they'll do without each other? Let e know in a review, please! Next chapter is already written, it's normal length, and will be posted tomorrow night! :)

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