When I looked down and saw my doctor calling me I was anything but happy. I got those spiders in my stomach and the shaky feeling in my legs like nothing could be good. I was alone, though, for once, so there was no excuse to ignore the call. I had privacy and that was rare. If I didn't answer now it was unknown when I'd ever get the chance to call him back.

"Miley?" he urgently asked when I picked up.

"Yeah, doc?"

"How you feelin'?"

Perfect. Chemo doesn't take it's toll on a girl at all. I love being bald too. Not to mention forgetting how it feels to not be tired... God damn am I doing great.

"Right," he must realize after a long silence. "Well, I have great news."

"What?"

"We found you a liver!"

I freeze. That was great news. Amazing news, even! "But I thought it'd be hard and I was on the bottom of the list."

"An anonymous donor requested you have it," he reports. My eyes shoot into thin slits.

"Who?"

He sighed and I knew that even he wants to tell me. "I'm afraid I can't say. It's confidential."

I'm about to fight it but I realized it's no use. "Okay, thank you so much!"

"Wait, not so fast. We have to set up an appoint-"

"As soon as possible," I gush, smiling. I was gonna get better! After losing all hope...

We talk for a little longer before I hang up, immediately going out of my bunk. In a week and a half I was going to stop all of this. When I pull back the curtain I stop short at the expectant look on my best friends face.

"What was that about?" Demi stood there, looking up at me while I climbed down. It didn't matter that I didn't know where she had been all morning or that I didn't hear her come in. I was so happy, but a part of me was infuriated. I hated when he tried to pull these stunts, I hated it. Did he not realize he has fucking diabetes? I wasn't going to kill him in order to live.

"They found a match for a transplant," I forced a smile. But before she could say anything, I held up a hand and shook my head. "But it's an anonymous donor. Someone who doesn't want me to know."

"That's weird," she crumples her eyebrows.

"I think so too," I shake my head. "If it's who I think it is..."

"Nick?"

"Would it be that far off of an idea?" I wince.

She pauses, then thinks about it. "Sounds like his working if you ask me."

I nod, disappointed. "If it's him, Demi... I'll kill him for even thinking of it."

"Before you get mad go talk to him," she brushes you away. She looks out the window. "Ten minutes ago I was hanging out with him and he seemed perfectly fine. You know Nick, he can hardly keep a secret."

I disagreed. He could easily kept secrets if he really viewed it as a secret. He kept his diabetes secret for awhile. He kept albums secret. He kept Selena a secret. I fling open the door and ran to their bus, pounding on the door repeatedly. I was getting too worked up to stop.

Kevin answers. He raises his eyebrows, putting on what he must find to be a humorous smile. "Yes, Miley?"

"I need to talk to Nick," I ordered. "Now."

"Already trouble in paradise... tsk tsk," he shakes his head, opening the door wider. Nick is right there, looking back. I wave my index finger at him, beckoning him closer.

He comes until, like me, he's off the bus and we're standing on pavement in the middle of a mess of vehicles. Might as well cut to the chase. Catch him off guard.

"Are you giving me your liver?"

His eyes suddenly look lost. "What? No! I mean... Do you want me to? I can, I just-"

"No," I say firmly, holding his cheeks. "I don't want your liver. But an anonymous donor is giving me one and I just... Are you sure it's not you? It seems like a you thing?"

"What?" he yells, a huge smile on his face. He picks me up and spins me in a circle a few times, laughing all the way. "You found a liver? Miley! That's amazing!"

"It's not you?"

"No, I wish it was. If I'd have thought of it you'd have had a liver three weeks ago!"

I continue to stare at him for awhile before realizing that he's telling the truth. Or at least half of it, because I know his lying eyes better than anyone, and those aren't them.

I hug him, celebrating with him now that the crisis was out of the way. Nick... Nick of all people couldn't give me his liver. I didn't want it. I'd refuse the transplant if it was him. But that brought up a new question...

"If not you... who?"

He pauses, thinking for awhile before shaking his head. "I have no idea."

"I don't want my family doing it, Nick," I tell him honestly. He pulls me close. I know he understands. "I don't want to save my life if I'm putting them together."

"They must really love you, Mile. You can't get mad for that," he rubs my head and I'm worried my wig is gonna get messed up but don't say anything. His voice is soft and solemn. "We'd all miss you so much... You have no idea."

There are tears in his voice but I can't speak or I'll start crying too. So I listen, holding him tighter.

"I love you," I promise.

He nods against me and I know what that's supposed to mean I love you too.

–

Step by step I walked until I found myself next to Joe and Demi. Under normal circumstances I probably wouldn't have interrupted their little alone time, but while Nick wasn't around I felt that I needed to. They both smile at me and say hi, but I don't want to make small talk. I want to know the truth.

"Tell me that Nick wasn't lying this morning," I beg. He looks confused so I explain further. "He isn't giving me his liver, is he?"

"Nick is doing what?" his eyes widen. Demi gives him a suspicious look, but Joe doesn't calm down. "Why wasn't I informed-"

"No, no, he said he wasn't I just..." I smile and laugh a little. "I'm the paranoid girlfriend, I guess."

He calms down a little and it always makes me happy to see how much these four brothers care for one another. Nothing could tear them apart. Even I couldn't and that's saying something.

"Ever scare me like that again and I can assure you you won't live to get a liver."

"No time for jokes," I sing, winking at them again. "Well, that's all. I'll leave you two lovebirds to... you know."

"Bye, Miley," Demi says with edge and I laugh, walking away again.

"Heard they found you a liver," Mrs. Jonas comes up to me. I froze for a moment, thrown off a bit. Thinking back on it, I hadn't spoken with her properly almost all tour.

I smiled, turning to look at her. "Yeah. I guess they did. Wish I knew who it was though."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," she put a hand on my upper arm and it felt comforting. "You're a strong girl."

"Thanks, Mrs. Jonas."

"Miley," she warned, raising her eyebrows at me. "You of all people should know better."

"Sorry, Denise," I laughed bashfully.

"Now, let's talk about the juicy stuff. You and my son?" Her eyes still had that special twinkle that made anyone feel special. I must have been standing there for awhile because she repeated herself. "Hm? Miley?"

I'm not sure if she was asking for an explanation or just my feelings, but all I timidly said was, "I like him a lot."

She laughed, making me feel a little better. "Oh, I've known that. He adores you."

"Yeah, me too," I let out the first genuine smile. "He's the best thing that's happened in my life."

"You're the best that's happened in his too," she winks at me. "In fact, I always thought it'd be Nick walking down the aisle first. And I thought it'd be you by his side. Kevin surprised us all."

"Really? I read that way back when but just assumed it was a rumor without a second thought."

"No. That was the truth for once," she laughed. "Why'd you think it was a rumor?"

"I just thought you hated me..."

"Why would I hate you, Miley Ray?" she asked, putting her hand around my shoulder and looking at me so concerned. "I loved you to bits and pieces."

I looked down. "I thought you liked Selena more. And that you realized that I'm not good enough for Nick and I'm just a – well, I'm Miley."

"You thought that?" she pursed her lips.

I shrugged because I didn't want her to feel bad, but yeah. I did. I mean, if I were her I would think that. I couldn't blame Denise if she was fonder of Selena. She was perfect. I was me.

"I'm sorry you felt that way, but let me make it clear that it's not true," she squeezed me closer. "You're my daughter. And you've done some things in the past year that I was ready to come over and set you straight on, but you're still my daughter."

I smiled a little bit. "And Selena?"

"She couldn't quite fill that hole that you left... although she did try pretty hard," Denise laughed, obviously thinking of memories that I didn't get the chance to share with her. "I remember on your sixteenth birthday, we all called and left you a voice mail – which you never returned, little missy! - and we all gathered in the kitchen to call you and sing happy birthday and pass the phone around, and Selena just happened to be there for dinner. The look on her face while we were doing that... Yet, she never brought it up with Nick. And the entire night I was waiting to hear a fight or for her her to leave early, but she never did. I even asked Nick about it and she didn't even bring it up when I know for a fact that if roles were reversed, God, would you raise holy hell about him calling his his ex love of his life."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at how true that was. My cheeks reddened. "I don't like being second best. Especially not in Nick's eyes."

"Well, I don't think that will ever be a problem," she chuckled. It was quiet for a few moments. I think we both had a slew of things to say but didn't know quite how to say it without creating tension. "You two really worry me sometimes."

"Me and Nick?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I'd never heard that one before. I heard that everyone knew we were soulmates and how people were jealous of us, but never that we worried anyone. "Why?"

"You're both just..." she cut herself off. "Don't worry about it, Sweetie."

"No, really. Why?"

"You're both so young. You have the rest of your life ahead of you but if anything ever happened – and I mean really happened to one of you... I don't know how the other would cope."

"I wouldn't be able to, but Nick is strong. Trust me, he'll be okay even if this doesn't work."

"The transplant?"

"Yeah."

She smiled, shaking her head at me. "I wish you the best, because he might pretend in front of you, but you haven't seen him all tour when you weren't around. The only thing he truly worries about is you."

"It'll work out, I know it will. I'm not ready to go yet. I still have billions of people to meet and thousands of concerts to sell out."

"I know. You're too strong to go yet," she said. But there was an inexplicable sadness to her eyes. She was doubting her words. "I love you so much, Miley."

"You too, Mrs. Jonas," I laughed. "Crazy. Six years now, huh?"

"I could have told you that it'd last."

I smiled up at her until hers faltered a little.

"When's the transplant?"

"A week from tomorrow. They want to get it done as soon as possible."

She gave that look of finalty that always hinted that the conversation was over before she even said goodbye. "Goodluck, then, Miley."

"Thanks, Mrs. Jonas."

"Denise."

"Right," I laughed, watching her go. It was odd. Sometimes I felt as if she was more of a parent than my own. Not to say that my mom and dad were bad at parenting because they weren't, but sometimes it was so frustrating rebuilding everything from rock bottom... Denise was always so simple.

"Miley, c'mon," my mom appeared. I sighed, getting up. It was just one of those days that I should be happy but wasn't. I found a donor, but it wasn't enough. I was putting them through a risky surgery.

"Mom," I called out. She walked back in but she was in manager mode already. I didn't want a manager right now. I shook my head and put on a soft smile. "Nevermind. I'll tell you later."

She nodded and proceeded doing her job. I closed my eyes, smiling about the fact that this wouldn't be my last tour, but then frowned because I didn't know what would happen to Nick and I after this. All I knew was that after the transplant, I was going to say yes. I'd say finally that I would love to be his wife.

Sorry for the long wait. Life has been... well, I don't know. Sorry for the crappy chapter. Any guesses on who the donor is? I'll try to update another chapter soon. Only a few more to go! Don't worry, I will finish this story!