Miley's POV.

I am not going to cry.

Only because he never really liked watching girls cry anyways. Which would mean that he would absolutely hate being here today.

I've only ever been to a handful of funerals. The last one that really got me was my pappy's. It's just so hard…you think that these people will be around forever. You take them for granted, and then before you know it, they're gone. But at least with Pappy, he was old. You know that they're going to die eventually, even though you're not ready for it.

But when its someone younger…I cant even describe the feeling. I knew this feeling after Vanessa passed away. But I can't think about that now, because it was Nick who comforted me when she passed.

Nick.

When they brought his coffin out…the world just stopped. It wasn't that I couldn't breathe..I just wouldn't. Everything stopped, my heart, the noise, and the world. Even the rain that had been down pouring for the past 3 hours ceased for a small moment.

I looked over at Joe and Kevin. Its just so disconcerting, seeing boys cry. They had the strength to do what I couldn't.

The time soon came that I had been dreading…saying our last farewells. Everyone in the world I knew seemed to be there. There was obviously Demi…Her traditional black didn't even seem odd or out of place here. She held her composure…for about the first five minutes. They eventually had to carry her away. The most interesting one was Emily. For some reason, she had this look in her eye that I couldn't understand. Id never even known that shed known Nick so well, to say the things that she said would have required quite a great knowing of him. When she was finished, she walked over to Mitchel and held his arm possessively. I wonder if they're dating…I thought that Mitchel was dating that horrid Gia chick, or whatever the hell her name was.

"Miley?" Trace tapped on my arm. "Its you're turn."

"Oh." I said. I was surprised at how quite my voice sounded.

I got up to the podium, and looked out at the sea of people that stared. Back at me.

I stared straight ahead. "Nick…Nick was a amazing person. I mean, of course you all knew that.. But he had just this understanding and this strength that was beyond his years. He didn't even seem like he was only sixteen…he could have been perfectly in place if he started to hang out with a bunch of thirty year olds. And I know that he swathing us…probably laughing, because we all mange to look serious while talking about him. He was my Prince Charming…and Ill never forget him."

I couldn't go on any further I dashed of, nearly tripping over my dress in my hurry to get away.

I ran all the way to the edge of the gray pond that was close to where we were having the outdoor funeral. I was surprised by the great heaving and sobbing that racked my b body. After what seemed like forever, I heard a faint male voice in my ear.

"You ok, Miles."

I looked up to see Mitchel standing next to me. I nodded.

"Yeah." I choked out. The phlegm caught in my throat, and I started coughing.

"Easy there, Miley." Mitchel said as he held me. Finally my coughing stopped, and I looked at him blearily. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had to make sure my best friend was all right." He answered. "I know how hard that must have been for you."

"You have no idea." I croaked. I felt so secure there, in his arms. It almost felt natural, and…

No.

I pushed myself away. How could I bee thinking that way about Mitchel, at a time like this.

He looked confused and slightly wounded. "Okay then…" he said softly. "I guess ill see you later the." He walked away.

"Mitchel…" I tried to call him back, but I couldn't. The tears were starting again.

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