F a l l i n g I n L o v e . . .

Miley gulped down the feeling of wanting to be held in Nick's arms, listening to his story about something stupid his brothers did along with the rest of the group there. She started to laugh. He grinned as well, going up to her. Slowly he wrapped his long arms around her, swaying them both back and forth.

"What's on your mind?"

You are, she thought.

"Nothing."

He sighed, holding her tighter. "You're my best friend Smiley. So I know something's wrong with you."

"Really, nothing is wrong. I'm fine."

"Mi-"

"NOTHING IS WRONG, NICK!" Miley screamed pushing him off her. She quickly sped off down the hallway leaving all of them staring after her retreating figure.

"What's up with her?" Zac spoke up startled. Miley was like his little sister, and never before had he seen her angry at Nick nevermind yelling at him and running away.

Demi let out a deep breath walking forward in the same path that one of her closest friends walked in. "I got this one, guys."

Mandy grabbed her arm as she was walking past, meeting her eyes for a second. They shot bullets at her. "What do you know that I don't?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you so confident you can calm her down?" she challenged. She knew that she was jealous. The same way that Selena was. Because, really, there's no worse feeling than the feeling of you and your best friend slowly drifting away. Which was exactly what was happening to them both. They watched as they slowly and painfully felt themselves lose their best friend.

Demi looked down to the floor, twisting her arm out of Mandy's grasp. She felt the same feeling Miley did a few nights ago in her room – guilt. Guilt of invading on a already shifting friendship, and ruining it more. "I can't tell you," she said softly before walking off.

She carefully walked into the bathroom not sure where she'd find her. "Miley?"

There was no answer. The sniffling in the far corner made up for it, however. Demi sighed, going over to wrap her arms around the sobbing girl. She wasn't hurt, but confused.

"Harder now that you know, huh?"

"You wouldn't believe how much if I told you," she hugged her tighter. "What am I going to do, Demi?"

"Be friends with him?"

"Whenever I see him I want to kiss him. That isn't gonna work," she cried.

"Then avoid him, and talk to him through text and AIM more. You can't let your friendship fade just because of this."

Miley nodded, trying to figure out how she'd work that out. A start would be learning how the texting on her phone worked. She had unlimited texting out of equality of each teenager in her family, only she never used it. To her it was easier to simply talk on the phone. As for AIM she'd just have to put her guitar down ever once in awhile and instead of writing songs type a conversation.

"Thanks, Dem. I know you probably don't wanna do this, but it means a lot to me," she said shyly. She knew that she was starting to depend on someone, which only made her more nervous. She wasn't like this. She was naturally independent.

"No, I want to do this, Miley. I love you, and whenever you need me I'll be there."

"What if I need you a lot?"

She smirked, "Then your grocery bill will go up."

"Thanks, Dem. You can go back now if you want. I promise I'm okay now."

Mandy turned back to the rest of them in shock. Her best friend totally had a melt down, and she could do nothing to stop it. Miley didn't want her to do anything to stop it.

"Did I do something?" Nick asked directly to Mandy.

She shrugged looking to Taylor for an answer. "I wouldn't know anymore."

"Think Demi would know?"

Selena huffed, "Probably. Miley seems to be her new best friend."

Nick looked down. He was almost jealous. Of course he wasn't, because he knew for a fact that he would always be Miley's best friend. It had always been that way, and it always would be that way if he had any say in the matter whatsoever. There was no reason to be jealous of Demi simply because she knew one more thing than Nick himself did.

Besides, he was sure that Miley would tell him eventually. She told him everything. Like, when her sister had been addicted to smoking when they were in eighth grade and Miley found out, he was the only person she had told. Even though she wasn't supposed to tell anyone.

He brushed a stray curl out of his eyelash before leaning off the locker. "I'm gonna go to Social Studies, guys. Later."

They all said bye watching him walk down the halls. Mandy and Selena turned to each other while the rest of the friends left their separate ways. They started walking together, not sure where. They had two different schedules yet they continued walking.

Selena flicked her dark hair behind her shoulder. "Miley's ignoring you?"

''I dunno. She isn't but, she totally blew us all off in that party, remember? Then now she's telling Demi everything... I feel like I'm losing her," Mandy confessed to the girl who was a year below her grade. She didn't know why she was trusting her – she hardly knew her.

Selena sympathized for her, however, sighing. "I know exactly what you mean. Demi ditched the party too, and she's always laughing with Miley, or having insiders with Miley."

"Great, so they spent Friday night together behind our backs," Mandy huffed.

For a quick moment the other girl thought about it. Once she pieced together the puzzle it made sense. They both weren't there. They both got closer. They both came to school knowing something the others didn't. She closed her eyes, steadily breathing through her nose.

"Just dandy," Selena agreed. She turned to Mandy. "I feel bad for Nick though. Did you see him when Miley yelled? He looked like someone ran over his puppy."

"He looked like someone ran over his child."

Their laughters mixed until it simply became an awkward silence.

"Well, we better get to class, I guess," Selena commented.

"Yeah," Mandy mumbled turning around. "But, Selena?"

She turned at the sound of her name giving them eye contact once again. Mandy was playing with her nails nervously.

"If you find out what's up with Miley, could you tell me? I mean, I won't tell anyone or anything, I just wanna know what's been making her so upset lately," she stuttered nervously.

Selena nodded, giving a small smile. "No problem. And if you ever wanna talk again I'm here. This was fun."

"Yeah," Mandy agreed, putting her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I will."

Still, both of them hoped they wouldn't need to talk to each other again. Both of them hoped that after today they could pretend none of this ever happened. They both simply wanted to talk to their best friend, instead of each other.

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OKAY. so, i kinda want to quit this story. mostly because it isn't that good. I mean, i dunno, i dont mind writing it but it sorta sucks ;l haha.

...what doyou guys think...?

btw, even if this was a story it would really be paced well & it'd be short. haha, okay, now tell me what you think (:

have a good day(: