Selena's POV

"Nick, can I ask you something?" I gazed my brown eyes to his while casually twirling one of my curls between my fingers.

"Yeah, Sel. What's up?" he smiled and popped another fry into his mouth.

"Well we've been hanging out for a while now," I began. I couldn't believe I was actually asking this question. I kind of wanted Nick to but I read a magazine on how girls should make the first move.

I gulped and started up again. "and do you think this kinda' makes us more than friends?" I asked while maintaining my eye contact with him.

I stared as he closed his eyes for a second and opened them. The wind danced through his curls as he gazed back at me.

He knelt in closer, and then finally closed the weird space between us. I kissed his lips back and started to knot my manicured fingers in his hair. I could feel his hands hold onto my hips as we kissed more. He tasted good and I began to kiss him harder. Eventually I pulled away, still curious and looked up at him.

He put his lips up to my ear and whispered, "What do you think?"

I giggled while smiling a cheesy, phony smile I usually wore for magazines. Life could not get better than this.

Miley's POV

I didn't matter that I like Nick, well love… but now I like Justin. Justin is like Nick but he's older. And right now I am craving an older guy. Like right now. But my craving was over once I turned around.

I felt Justin's breaths on my cheek; it felt nice. Ok, we did fall asleep together but it wasn't bad. I mean, it's not like we did "it". But, I couldn't help but think of Nick at a time like this. This all felt wrong yet right.

Nick deserved this. He deserved all of it. And I can't wait to see his face when he notices the headlines "Justin enters the Cyrus house and doesn't leave" or better yet, "Miley's wild night" with a picture of me and Justin walking out all disheveled.

I felt a gripping feeling in my chest and it started to burn badly but I shoved it away trying to make the good feeling come out. Eventually it did once Justin began to kiss my jaw. I sighed quietly to him and smiled.

"Hey there,"

"Morning Mi," he replied with a grin.

Nick used to call me Mi.

Demi's POV

"Ugh!" I screeched.

I slammed down the magazine and paced over to the window.

I stared at the sun until my eyes began to water and I groaned.

"Now everyone knows I cut. This is just great." I muttered.

J-14 Magazine had a whole article written on me about how I may be cutting and how my friendships with Disney stars influence it.

I thought I looked beautiful in the picture that started this whole problem.

I was wearing a lacey long tan dress, kind of like a goddess. It flowed perfectly around my curves and my leather sandals completed the look. My hair was waved amazingly thanks to my hair stylist, Franco. I loved that night, and everything about it. I was just stupid enough to not realize that sometimes bracelets move.

I originally covered my scars from the razor with bracelets and I thought it would work.

I wonder what Joe is thinking of me right now… Probably laughing with his precious Taylor about what a freak I am and how I should have never been cast in Camp Rock. They're probably mimicking my singing right now and how pitchy I am.

I could feel tears collecting in the corners of my eyes and I felt my eyes travel to the bathroom. Specifically the second draw in under the sink where my Mother kept the pink, plastic razors.

Nick's POV

I could still smell her as I took off my red plaid shirt.

She smelled good. Almost like a floral scent with a hint of sparkle but it wasn't like Miley's. She was more of an attracting smell; like Vanilla and creamy, root beer-ish. I would always say she smelt like root beer and she would always argue against it. Her scent was unique and just… amazing.

I groaned. I couldn't help but compare Selena to Miley. It was like nature to me now that we were going out. I groaned. I still haven't told Miley about me and Sel. I am the worst friend ever,

I mean every close friend tells each other who they like and how they'll ask that person out and how special that person means to them.

Maybe I haven't because Miley fits that description. But, if I were to tell her something like that she would probably think this is some sort of joke and Ashton Kutcher would pop out saying she's been punk'd. Then Miley would laugh on my shoulder and saw something like that, "that would never happen to me and Nick. We're not lovers, just best friends."

There was no possible way that I could get myself out of this mess. Selena was in love with me and I was in love with Miley. But I liked Selena and I am pretty sure Miley just likes me.

I can drag this out with Selena a bit longer and then break up with her and confess my soul to Miley. But that's horrible, doing that to Selena. And putting Miley on the spot like that. They are friends and that would end their friendship.

I will never be happy in life without Miley; I just can't picture it without her. Maybe music is the only thing God wants me to be happy about.

Oh great.

Joe's POV

"Demi's cutting herself?" I asked the air around me. I dropped the magazine out of my shaking hand and sat down on the wooden chair next to my desk.

My head hung low and I rested my hands on the nape of my neck. I began to shake my head in disbelief.

"She can't be cutting herself." I muttered. This is Demi right? The Texas native who always had a big smile planted on my pale face. The one with the amazing voice that can dance in your ear

drums and make you wonder if she really is only 17. The one who stayed true to her values and never let the fame get to her head.

The girl I am in love with?

"Joe are you O.K?" My Mother knocked on my door and let herself in. She glanced around at the clothes strewn all over the place and smiled while shaking her head. "Honey?"

I slowly lifted my head up to meet her caring eyes and nodded. " Yea, Mom I'm O.K."

I watched as her eyes traveled to the glossy magazine sitting next to my feet.

"Call her," she motioned, "Do what's right Joe. You can help her."

My Mother believed these stupid rumors. I shot her a glare and jumped to my feet. I could feel the anger pumping in my veins.

"You believe this Mom?" I pointed at the magazine. I walked towards her. " Mom this is Demi! She has no reason to cut herself. These stupid words are not true!" I could feel my voice rise and I stopped myself before I would say something that would hurt her feelings.

I plopped on the bed and stared at the wall.

I could feel the pressure on the bed change indicating that she sat down. Her right hand began to stroke my back slowly. It was almost comforting yet it wasn't.

Wow. Everyone is messed up here LOL. But, there is still much more drama and things are yet to be unfolded. Next chapter will be between Miley, Selena and maybe Demi, just them.

Should I add Taylor's POV too?

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