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Nick's Point Of View:

I sighed heavily as I entered my house. Joe was sprawled all over the couch while Kevin was trying to fit his big butt next to Joe.

"Hey, Nick. How was your day with Miley?" Joe asked.

"Miley?" My mom called from the kitchen excitedly, "You hung out with Miley today? Oh, I'm so glad! I've missed her. Why don't we invite her round for tea tomorrow?".

Her words came out in a rush.

"Invite her to tea?" I asked nervously, thinking of excuses.

"Sure. Call her now." Mom smiled.

"Um, I've just dropped her off at her house at least give her some time to settle in…" I tried to say.

But before I'd even finished my sentence, my mom was on the phone to Miley. I sighed and sat down on Joe.

"OW!" Joe screamed, "Get off me!!"

"No way. This is your fault!" I hissed.

"Everything's Joe's fault!" Kevin chuckled, "But, seriously, what has he done this time?"

"He made me hang out with Miley today" I said, "But it…she…the bridge…I got her off safely; now this!" I sighed.

"I didn't understand what you just said, but, it sounded like you've been watching too much Spiderman, Nick!" Joe laughed tauntingly.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever!" I scowled.

"Temper, temper!" Joe grinned, "Now get of me before I get crushed by your huge butt!"

"Just for that, I'm not getting up!" I smiled.

"Ugh; you're such a jerk, Nick!" Joe huffed.

Kevin got up and went to his room.

"Hi, Miley! Yes, this is Nick's mom. Yes, I've missed you too—a lot!" my mom giggled down the phone line.

I cringed and threw my car keys on the table.

I got off Joe, sat on the other couch, and listened to the conversation.

"Well, we were just wondering if you'd like to come to our house tomorrow for tea. No, it's okay, you're not wasting our time! We'd love to have you here, Miley! No, it's fine, really. Of-course Nick wants you here! What on earth made you think he didn't? Here, Nick come and tell Miley you want her to come to our house tomorrow! Here he is, Miley" mom said, handing me the phone.

"No, no! Mom…no!" I sighed, but mom pressed the phone to my ear.

I waited for Miley to say something; I felt so stupid.

"Thank you!" she said suddenly.

"It's okay…just…just don't mention it to anyone, okay?" I asked angrily, walking into the kitchen.

"I won't…" Miley mumbled.

I picked up an apple and bit into it.

"So…do you really want me there tomorrow? I don't want to go…if…well you don't want me there…" she whispered.

"I might not even be in for tea. I think I might go on a date with Selena. Joe will like if it you come" I replied sourly.

"Oh…" she sounded really hurt.

"So…bye…?" I mumbled.

"B-bye" she mumbled, it sounded as if she was crying.

"Miley, don't…don't cry!" I told her quickly.

"I'm not crying" she sniffed.

"I know you have been" I grinned.

"How do you know, Mr. Know-It-All?" she asked playfully.

I sighed, happy that I'd brightened her up.

"Because I know everything, Miss. I-Don't-Know-Anything!" I smiled.

"Say what?!" she said through her giggles.

"Bye, Miley" I said.

"Bye, Nick" she mumbled, sad that I had to go.

I hung up, placed the phone down on the kitchen counter and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

-Thursday Morning-

Miley's Point Of View:

I got dressed early and excitedly on Thursday morning. I couldn't wait to go Nick's house—the house which I missed so much—for tea! Mitchie arrived, she smiled at my me.

"Why are you so happy, Smiley Miley?" she giggled.

"I don't know why she's happy, with that Selena bullying her! I swear Miley, you shouldn't go to school today!" My mom sighed, handing me some toast.

"Wow, I wish my mom would say that!" Mitchie chuckled.

"Mom, I'll be fine. I have Mitchie!" I promised.

My mom was unsure, but sighed and let me go.

"So, what are you all smiley about?" Mitchie asked curiously.

"Oh, you know…stuff" I smiled.

"Miley please don't do this!" Mitchie whined, "Tell me what's making you so happy…please?"

I sighed, "You're going to think I'm crazy…"

"No I'm not."

"Well…you asked for it. I'm going to Nick, Joe, and Kevin's house tonight for tea…" I mumbled waiting for her response.

"You're going to see Joe, right?" Mitchie asked.

"Um, well, mostly Nick…I think" I muttered.

Mitchie stared at me oddly.

"Honestly?!" she choked.

"Yes…yes, please don't be like that. It's kind of complicated. He did something for me last night…and I'm so sorry but he made me swear I wouldn't tell no-one…" I mumbled.

"Oh; keeping secrets from me?" Mitchie giggled.

I smiled, glad that she wasn't going to be angry about this.

"Look, I really want to tell you…" I began.

"Wait—you're telling the truth?!" Mitchie spat.

"Y-yes" I muttered.

"I thought you were joking…"

"Nope. You're cool with that, right?" I asked.

"I…I…don't know" she mumbled.

"Look…I…this…" I tried to think of something to say.

"What happened last night?" Mitchie asked sternly.

"I can't tell you…" I whispered.

"But I'm your best friend…does that mean anything?!" Mitchie asked.

"Yes, of-course it does. But…"

"But what?" Mitchie asked bitterly.

"I can't tell you; I can't tell anyone!" I said.

Mitchie looked upset. What was I supposed to tell her? I'd promised Nick I wouldn't tell no-one, and I couldn't brake a promise!

I hugged her, "Still BFF's forever, okay?" I asked.

"Sure!" Mitchie grinned, she sounded happy; but there was still a bit of curiousness in her voice.

Nick's Point Of View:

I couldn't believe how smiley Miley was on Thursday; it was like yesterday never happened, and then, I froze. What if Miley had told Mitchie about last night? I wanted to ask her, but I was unsure. If I'd saved her life 5 years ago and asked her to keep a secret, she would've took it to the grave. In fact, when I think about it, Miley knows almost all of my secrets. Even…even one I haven't even told Selena: I have diabetes. Luckily, she hasn't told a soul…I don't think. But I just didn't want to tell Selena or any of my friends at this school because it's kind of embarrassing. I mean, I know I can't help having diabetes, but it does embarrass me sometimes. (A/N: In this story, Nick got diagnosed with diabetes when he was 10 ;)) I knew they deserved to know.

"Nick!" a voice called my name.

I looked up to find Mitchie, of all girls Mitchie, standing in front of me. She sounded a little angry.

"What do you want? Why aren't you hanging with Miley?" I asked sourly.

"She went to class without me. I came here to ask you something!" Mitchie said.

"She told you about last night?" I asked angrily.

"No, she told me something happened, but that she couldn't tell me; so…what did happen, Nick?"

I sighed happily, proud of Miley—she hadn't told Mitchie…phew.

"So…?" Mitchie asked impatiently.

"Well...we…urm…talked a little after school." I lied.

"Oh, are you sure you're not lying?" Mitchie asked.

I shook my head and walked away.

-After school-

Miley's Point Of View:

"Hop in!" Joe called to me from his car.

I jumped, "Me?" I asked.

"No, that guy next to you!" Joe chuckled.

"But…there's no-one next to me…" I mumbled.

"I know!" Joe laughed.

"I don't get it…"

"Look, you're coming to our house after school for tea; so why don't I take you?" Joe asked.

I smiled really big; "Sure!" I smiled.

I climbed into the front seat.

"We better wait for Nick!" Joe smiled.

"Oh" was all I could think of.

Nick came over to the car with his arm around Selena's waist.

"Here comes the making out; you may want to look away" Joe advised me.

Right on cue, Nick and Selena started to…ugh…make out.

Nick whispered something is Selena's ear, making her smile and send chills down her spine, and stepped into the car. Selena and Nick didn't look very happy to see me—make that really unhappy.

"What's she doing here, Joe?" Nick asked bitterly as he waved to Selena.

"Miley is here because she's coming to our house for tea!" Joe sighed, "Why didn't you ask her why she was here? You're such a jerk, Nick. You've probably hurt her feelings!"

I looked down really fast, hiding her red cheeks.

Joe's Point Of View:

I started up the car. Everyone was quiet.

"So…what have you been doing today, kids?" I asked.

"Kids?" Miley giggled.

"Yeah; kids. I like calling you and Nick kids…it's fun—you should try it!" I smiled.

Miley started to laugh.

Nick, however, stayed silent; staring out of his window.

"Nick, come on…have a little happiness!" I smiled.

"Whatever" he shrugged.

"Feel free to shout at Nick, Miley. I'm guessing you can sort him out! He's such a jerk, isn't he?" I asked her.

"I…um…." Miley started to stutter.

"Shut up, Joe!" Nick hissed.

"Well you are! I remember when you two were best friends; and now you don't even talk to each other!" I sighed, pulling up outside the house.

Miley got out quickly, staying by my side; I was probably the only person she felt comfortable with.

"Miley!" My mom screamed as we entered the house.

Miley and mom ran into each other's arms and hugged for what seemed like forever.

After they finally pulled away mom announced what we were going to have for tea: "Pizza!".

I cheered happily—I love Pizza.

Miley smiled and asked if my mom needed any help in the kitchen.

"No, it's alright, Miley! You can go and watch T.V with Joe and Nick…where's Kevin?" Mom said.

"With Sharpay!" me and Nick called in unison.

Mom rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to cook our pizza!

Miley stud in the middle of the living room for a few seconds. I patted a spot next to me and Miley sat next to me and smiled. I felt sorry for her; it must suck being a room with two guys—with one of them being your ex-best friend; and he was totally ignoring you.

"I'm just going to get a drink!" I announced.

Miley and Nick looked at me desperately; begging me not to go.

"Bye…" I muttered and ran into the kitchen.

Miley's Point Of View:

I sat still; motionless for a while, just staring at the T.V. Nick was the same, he didn't move, speak, he must've been pretending I wasn't there.

"Hi" I muttered, I cringed as I realized how pathetic I sounded.

"Hi" Nick replied, not taking his eyes of the T.V.

"I…can we talk?" I mumbled.

"What about?" Nick asked sternly, his voice scared me; it was cold—heartless.

"Well…stuff. We haven't talk properly in a while…" I said.

"I think last night was enough talking for me!" he said bitterly, making me want to cry.

To save us from this non-talkative hell, Nick's mom came in with the pizza. She put it on the table in front of us.

"Now, don't eat it all, Nick, Joe; save some for Miley!" their mom smiled as we walked back into the kitchen.

Joe grabbed a piece and promptly stuck it in his mouth.

"Mmmm, vanilla…" Joe smiled.

"What are you talking about?" I giggled, "This is cheese and tomato pizza!"

"Oh—right." Joe chuckled taking another bite.

I smiled and reached out to grab a piece of the delicious pizza, then, suddenly, mine and Nick's hands touched. We both looked at each other at the same time; I stared into his eyes dreamily, but Nick looked away quickly, moving his and away.

I sighed; what had I done wrong?