For whatever reason Demi decided not to go to the party. She knew that Selena would be furious with her, and the rest wouldn't be too happy either, but when Dallas came down to ask if she was ready her response was that she was not going after all.

Instead she found herself walking down the streets. Automatically when she turned onto Maple Street Avenue she knew where her feet were taking her. Miley's house was the only reason she ever walked down this road. Miley needed her, and Demi was ready to be there. She couldn't let a friend cry alone. It wasn't right.

She rang the bell once, surprised to see Braison open the door. Usually he was so busy doing video games, or the TV or the computer that unless a bomb was dropped on the house he wouldn't know. He groaned as if she was a horrible sight to see. "In her room," he rushed her inside, closing the door.

The dark haired girl ran upstairs twisting the knob. It stopped short, denying her entrance. Demi sighed, raising her hand to knock.

"Who is it?" Miley said pleasantly. That didn't mean she was okay, though. She could change her voice as much as she wanted to, but it was obvious that something was wrong. Demi didn't know if it was because she came to terms with herself, or because of some other problem, but something was wrong.

"Demi. Are you okay?" she asked gently.

Miley sat up, running her fingers through her hair. "Yeah, fine."

"Can I come in?"

There was some shuffling. Miley didn't know what to say without giving away how desperate she was for a simple uncomplicated answer. "I'm sorta busy..."

"Please," Demi whispered.

The door swung open to reveal Miley. She was positioned in white Abercrombie sweats with a baggy T-Shirt. Her face was pink, but there was still a bright smile on her face. Demi didn't ask questions. She wrapped her arms around Miley's neck to pull her in for comfort.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" she spoke into Miley's ear.

She swallowed the lump that was gathering in her throat causing more tears to fall one at a time. "But you never cry."

"I do, Sweetie. People don't see me, but I do," Demi smiled at her sympathetically. "I promise, the next time I cry I'll invite you over to watch, 'kay?"

Miley let out an airy breath that resembled a laugh. "Okay."

Demi led her to the bed that was placed in the center of her wall. "Why aren't you at the party?" Miley sniffled, still trying to hold back at least part of the sob.

"I couldn't go without you, Mile."

"No, you should've," Miley insisted. "I feel like a jerk holding you back."

Demi stared at her. "You aren't. I knew you'd be having a hard time."

"How'd you guess?"

"Everyone knows that something's wrong. They just don't know what."

Miley sighed, her blue eyes piercing at the linens that made up her bed spread. "I guess you want to know what's wrong, huh?"

"Honey, I already know," Demi sighed. "I've known."

"What do you know?"

"If you're referring to Nick I know it all. I know that you don't see Nick as just your best friend anymore."

"When'd you find out?" Miley asked in shock. She'd found out today and it didn't seem that obviuos to her, yet here Demi was, knowing more than she did.

"I found out months ago, Miley! It's fricken obvious! You're in love with him!" she exclaimed. She didn't know what had come over her, but it was painfully obvious that she loved him it hurt Demi that she couldn't do anything about it.

"Why do you think I'm 'in love' with him?" she mimicked, putting quotations.

"You really want to know?" Miley shyly nodded not saying anything, afraid of Demi's outburst. She didn't know what to expect, she was supposed to be at Julie's party today, not here with her. Yet there they both were while Demi listed the things that did explain how she was in love. "Well, your eyes come to life when he walks in is a hint – they practically shine, Miley. The way you always bite your lip when he compliments you to stop from smiling. How you automatically try to fix your hair without a mirror if you see him. You'd practically jump off a skyscraper for him. You get all jumpy too. Honestly it might as well be written on your face from my perspective. And the rest of the group... they'll catch up."

"You truly think I'm in love with him?" Miley rose her eyebrow in disbelief, trying to keep her cool. When Demi stood her ground though, she let out a sigh, "You're one-hundred percent correct," she put her head against the wall in sign of defeat.

"What're you gonna do?" Miley put her hands up and let them fall down how they wanted.

"Ignore it. What else can I do?"

"Tell him-"

"And ruin the friendship?" she jumped shaking her head. Her vision was already blurry again, for she wanted him so badly. She wanted to run her hand up and down his chest, feeling his stomach. She wanted him to pull her in until his lips were slightly across from hers and whisper I love you. She wanted him in general.

"Miley, he's your best friend. Don't you think he deserves to know?"

"No, I don't, Demetria."

"Ouch," Demi scrunched her nose in disgust. "Full name basis."

"Look, I'm sorry, it's just... I need Nick, Demi. And I know Nick. Therefore I know that he won't like it."

Demi shrugged, knowing that this wasn't right. "Fine."

There was nothing more that she could say. Miley's mind was made up and it didn't matter if she knew that it was the wrong decision. Nick had to know, though, and Demi was positive that he would find out.

"You should go to the party," Miley blurted.

Demi looked at her confused. Was her best friend trying to get rid of her? "Why?"

"Selena won't like that you're here," she warned.

"Selena's your friend, Miley. You know that. She'll understand."

"She doesn't like us hanging out together recently, Dems. It's like she's starting to hate me," Miley looked down. "I don't even know what I did."

Demi gave Miley a hug. There was too much going on in her life between having a crush on her best friend, her close friend sending out signals that she hated her, and their detentions that had to be served.

"She doesn't hate you," Demi promised. "She's jealous. I haven't been hanging out with her as much. We're... honestly, we're separating, Miles." Demi looked down. "But there's nothing I can do about that."

"Are you okay?" Miley wasn't sure how to deal with Demi when it came to Selena. They were so close, and had been friends for such a long time, that she didn't know what to say in order to comfort her. She knew how strong their bond was and was almost afraid of it in a way. The same way that everyone else was timid to step into Nick and Miley's bond.

Now, this is where things get complicated. Because let's face it; once you realize who you fell for, it's pretty hard to get over them. And once you realize you love them is a whole other story. That's where nothing can stay the same. That's the same thing that Miley realized though. She loved him more than Jake, and Cody, and Adam – even Mitchel.

In fact... he was her first love. And we all know – you can never forget your first love. You will always feel something for them. You'll always wonder what could have happened if the two of you had one more chance. What would happen if you both realized that you'd be perfect sooner. Only the lucky ones realize what their dealing with before it's too late. Only lucky ones don't have to pretend not to love them.

ehhh. still starting :D Guess what?! Summerr!! yayy. Lol. Writing more, reading more, hanging out with friends more. Plus swim team started up again :D so, review? thanks. lol