Miley;

My hands were shaking, my stomach was queazy with fear, voices were heard little did I know they belonged to the thousands of screaming fans in the bleachers. I felt extremely sick, I though the ground was moving underneath me, but no it was my own body. Joe was planning on introducing us on stage, we've all had something in mind, and the executives had amazingly aproved. I wanted to make my fans happy, and that's what I was planning on doing, no matter how scared and alone I feel, this makes them happy to hear us sing. So Miles, do it for the fans. You can do it, just take one step at a time. I mentally tell myself to walk, one step at a time, the stage grows closer... Thata' girl, Mi. You can do this.

I can hear Joe laughing and joking with the crowd, the thousands of people out there, comin' out paying for a ticket to raise money for a cause. This is for Haiti Miles... I close my eyes, holding back the tears; trying to be strong. Nick joined the stage, the crowd went wild, don't understand why though. Then my name was called. I counted each step as I went, pulled on a fake smile, this will be 'fun.' Time to make the best of it. I grinned mitcheviously.

"Hey everyone," I smiled at the ground, the bright lights making me sick, but I pushed away the panic. "As you know, I'm Miley,"

Nick hit a couple pretty girls' hands smirking at me, then smiling at the crowd like he was some hot shit,"I'm I'm Nick! Thanks for coming out, and being generous. Now, let's talk with Joe." This was my key, Joe's idea. Nick Jonas can play games? Well I can play just as hard, if this is the way he wants it to be, then so be it. I can play this game like the rest of them.

Joe walked towards Miley," You know Miles, I wonder how many girls out here love my brother?"

I looked at Nick winking,"I don't know Joe, how bout' we ask em?" I smiled walking to the center of the stage talking into the mic," I want you all to raise your hands up high, if you're in love with this hot stuff right here," half of the girls here raised their hands, even some guys for that matter.

"Well, let me tell you something, this kid right here, is not as good as you think he is, he happens to be a real jerk." Joe walked towards Nick, putting his arm on his shoulder,"Isn't that right, Nick?" I smiled looking at Nick, all eyes on him, I was loving this. Nick stayed quiet, probably fighting with himself in his head. I knew that look on his face.

Nick stuttered a bit,"Well, I wouldn't say that, I mean I kinda can be.. but don't you think we would sing now, Miley?" He held back his words, haha. This is getting quite hilarious, I turned to him," Of course, Nicky. You might want to work on those anger issues, not only are you a jerk, but you're mean too." I grinned at him, as he shot me a dirty look, Oh Well. The music starting pumping in it's upbeat sound.

I danced around on stage, teasing Nick every now and then, and finally the song has ended, it was so not worth singing it with him, not at all. I ran off stage after waving goodbye to the fans, tears starting to brim from my eyes in that instant, this was way to much stress that my body could handle. Infront of everyone, I knelt down and cried. At this point, I didn't care. I didn't care who watched or if anyone laughed or had felt sorry, I din't care. I knew Joe had picked me off the ground and into his warm arms, I didn't stop crying as him, Demi and Brandi held me and let me cry.

The only thing that did bother me was him seeing me. Him seeing me give up and break down, I didn't care if Selena watched, I didn't care if she had a smile on her face, I didn't mind if it gave her that extra boost of confidence. All that mattered to me was what he thought, if he cared or if he didn't.

Joe;

I hated him. I hated him so much that he could hurt the one person who would never want to hurt anyone. The one person who hated to see others in pain. Miley. Miley, the girl who would hurt herself before watching the ones she cares most about being hurt in anyway at all. It made me sick in disgust. I guess deep inside of me, I could never actually hate my little brother, but I've began to hate what he's become. I should of been able to stop him, but now it's too late, he's an idiot.

Miley's been crying for three hours, each hour brings me more disgust in Nick. People say that blood is thicker then water, but in this situation, Nicholas is hardly blood related, he's deffinately not the child of my caring mother and father, atleast not the child they raised him to become. Nick has changed, drastically. It worries me he won't be the same, ever again. I meet Demi's eyes, her gorgeous brown eyes are filled with concern, I look towards the dressing room mirror, my own are almost identical. Both our eyes hold the same ammount of concern, the concern for our best friend. The room is quiet, Miley in asleep in both our laps, she doesn't look at peace.

"Dem..."

Tears fall softly down her face,"Yeah?"

"I love you." I know this wasn't the time, but deep inside my body, it felt like the right time.

"I love you too, Joe." The room stays silent, as I slowly lean in pressing my lips to hers, it's not one of those lame chick -flicky movie kisses, but it was perfect. Now, I sound gay, anyway, I'm glad I was done being such a girl and finally got the guts to kiss her. She smiles, God she's simply beautiful.

"C'mon, let's bring Miely and get out of here,"

"Go where, Joe?"

"Let's stop the tour and go somewhere.. anywhere. Me, you, Kev, Dani, and Miles."

"Are you crazy?" Nick ran in yelling, walking Miley up, Nick smirked," Aw, I woke the whore up." Tears welled up into Miley's eyes, Nicked smirked again,"Go on cry, cry again, you're just jealous I don't love you."

That freaking Bitch.

An: Nick will get sweet soon, don't worry. I hope you're happy I updated. Please let me know if you like it? :)