(Present day; 3 weeks later)
Miley turned around in her white flowing dress, it was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't help but stare at her.
She looked at me, "what do you think?"
"Damn Miley, you're gorgeous!"
She blushed, "really?"
I nodded, "absolutely."
"Thanks for helping me Nick; you've been great these last couple of weeks."
"No problem, Miley. I'd do anything for you."
She walked over and kissed me on the cheek, "your amazing Nick." then she walked to the dressing room and changed.
I sighed; this was probably the hardest thing in my life. Watching my best friend, which however is the love of my life, try on dresses for her wedding! And I'm not the groom!
A lady who helped Miley looked at me, "it must be hard, huh?"
I looked at her, "what?"
"You know, helping her out with her wedding?"
I shrugged, "its ok. She isn't as picky and crazy as those brides you see on TV."
"I'm not talking about the bride, I'm talking about you. And how hard it must be helping her out, considering you love her."
"Shit."
She laughed, "Don't worry; I'll keep it a secret. But I have a question, why are you doing it?"
I sighed, "Because she's happy, and I guess if I didn't, shed be a wreck. Her 'fiancé' isn't what you'd call helpful. He's kind of a bastard if you ask me, but then again he's marrying Miley. So I guess of course I'd think that. But my brothers are always asking me that. 'Nick? Why are you helping her out?' 'Nick! You love her, why are you putting up with this shit!' well, the answer is, I don't care if I love her, or that I'll never be with her. I just want her happy, that's all I'll ever want for her."
"Wow," the lady looked at me with a smile, "you do love her."
"Always have."
I sat there, waiting for Miley to come out. After about 5 minutes later, I got worried. I knocked on the dressing room door.
"Miley? Are you in there?"
Nothing.
I tried to open it, to find it open. The dress left behind, but no Miley... I didn't even see her go out. I walked back out and went to the counter.
"Did you see a girl with brown wavy hair, Tanish skin? She was wearing a blue top and jeans?"
The lady nodded, "ya, she walked out about 5 minutes ago? She looked quite upset."
I ran my hand through my hair, shit, she must've heard me talking, "ok, thanks." I ran out to my car, but to see her nowhere in sight. I got in and drove to her apartment.
When I got there her window light was on. I ran up and knocked on the door. Miley opened the door but she didn't smile, or say hi.
"Miley, what happened?"
"Don't play stupid with me Nick."
I sighed, "Did you hear?"
"Ya nick! I did! The fact that you love me? And supposedly always have! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well! What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, hey Miley! Guess what? I love you! And I always have! From the first day I've met you!'"
She looked frustrated, "god! Nick! I'm getting married?"
"I know that! It's not like I meant for you to hear any of that!"
"But I did."
I sighed, "Ya... You did."
"I'm guessing you don't want to give me away, huh?"
"I never said that. Sure, it wasn't my first choice, but I'm not going to leave you out in the cold!"
"We're best friends..." she looked at me with tears.
"Where are you going with this?"
"Maybe... We should, stay away from each other. Just for a while, so you can get your head straight."
I looked at her in disbelief, "for me to get my head straight? My head has been straight! If it wasn't I would've told you! I knew full on what the consequences of telling you, and what would happen for feeling this way! You think we need to take a break from each other? It's not like I can't hold my feelings, what do you think I've been doing for all these years?"
"Nick, I'm just saying, I think we should just stay away from each other."
"Bull shit Miley! But whatever, you want to stay away? Fine!" with that I left, I stomped furiously down the stairs a back to my car.