The sun reflected through the window, giving a glare off of the figure that was lying next to me while I let the edges of my lips turn into a slight smile. I carefully slipped my hands off her warm body, trying my best not to wake her up from her peaceful slumber. I was halfway off of the bed before she grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward her. "Where were you going Joey?" Miley softly whispered, her eyes still closed as she slowly wrapped her arms around my waist.

I shook my head in disbelief, looking at Miley while she softly breathed in and out of her nose. What the hell was going on? She slightly opened her eyes, removing the covers from around her body and made her way over to her vanity mirror. I widened my eyes, speechless at the person standing in front of me. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, it looked like she only stood about four foot five inches. Was this for real or am I completely hallucinating? "Miles, how old am I?" I asked, probably sounding like the most clueless person in the world.

She giggled, ruffling my hair with her soft, delicate hands, never letting the smile escape from her innocent lips. "Joey, you're silly. Just because it's your birthday today, it doesn't mean you're getting any younger than me," Miley laughed, confusing me even more, "You're thirteen today silly and that means you're leaving me and are going to be friends with more cooler people than I am." The hurt in her eyes said it all and I remembered this day more than anything. It was the day we had our first ever fight and didn't talk to each other for a week on edge, maybe even longer.

I pulled her into a tight hug, shaking my head in disbelief about how shocked I was she could say, or even think that. I could never do anything like that to anybody especially her, does she even know me at all? I'm the biggest loner on the face of this Earth, how could I possibly be pulled in with the 'in crowd' in a matter of seconds? I could never do that to her, ever. And that, that was the thing I vowed not to do, but boy did I break that promise. Big time.

Miley stared me straight in the eyes, shaking me uncontrollably, "JOE! You have to get up, there's an emergency!" She was now on top of me, screaming at the top of her lungs and freaking me the hell out. Again, what the hell is going on?

I shot my eyes open as I was pelted with nothing but darkness in sight. I sat up on the couch, my eyes scanning the other side of the couch to see if Miley was there. She kept tossing and turning in her sleep, throwing her hands in the air like something or someone was out to get her. "STOP!" she shouted, moaning in pain, "We have an emergency." I let the words keep replaying in my head over and over again. What emergency? I walked over to her, debating whether or not to wake her up from her nightmare or make her stay in it for a little while longer. I didn't do any of those things, instead, I just sat down next to her and stroked her luscious brunette hair and hope she wouldn't wake up because I didn't want to be the one to tell her that the nightmares she had since she was six are still going on, ten years later, at the age of sixteen. The nightmares that I don't know about because it was one of the things she never told me about, breaking our pact to tell each other everything. But, also like her, I've had some stuff I kept from her as well.

The sun shuffled its way through the closed blinds of the living room, blinding my eyes with the amount of light that poured into the room. I tried moving my hands so that I could stretch and begin another interesting day in the life of Joe Jonas, but my hand was like trapped under something. I kept trying to tug my hand out of the uncomfortable position it was in, but it wouldn't come out. I followed my hand to where it stopped, why does the world have to hate me so much? Of course, it was nowhere other than locked around Miley's waist with her hand, securely, on top of mine. "Are you fricking kidding me?" I mumbled to myself, clenching my hands into fists from frustration.

Miley stirred in her sleep, swiftly opening her eyes and letting out a quiet groan as she stretched and yawned, releasing her grip tight grip from my hand while her back faced me throughout this entire process. She turned around smacking the side of my head, which felt like a ton of bricks being thrown at the side of my sensitive head. "I'm so sorry, Joe," Miley gasped, covering her mouth while she tried not to laugh, "I didn't know you were there. I'm so sorry." She covered her mouth, beginning to laugh hysterically as she stroked the side of my head for comfort. Could she get any cuter?

"It's okay," I smirked, placing my hand on top of hers as she began to slow down her pace. She widened her eyes, burying her face in the pillow and suffocating herself by hiding under the covers. I hope she knew what she was doing every time she messed me with like that. That, my people, is called getting revenge.

She yelped, tightening her grip on the blanket as I got on top of her and began peeling the covers off of her. "This is what happens when you mess with me, sweetheart," I explained, beginning to tickle her before winding up on the hard wood floor with her coming down not too far behind me, still laughing sheepishly. Boy, would I do anything to see her smile like that every day of my life. Gazing into her eyes with her on top of me, I felt like nothing could go wrong, like the world had just stopped for our own benefit. That is, until I heavy, heart pounding footsteps coming toward us.

Miley's smile quickly faded off of her thin lips and her heart warming laugh vanished, so that all the people in the world could go back to their boring lives without hearing the beautiful sound that made my heart melt. "Umm, Joe, it looks like you have a visitor," Miley murmured, pointing Demi out to me, letting her voice go even lower than it had to be, "It was fun while it lasted." It sure was, my love, it sure was.

Demi crossed her arms, quickly tapping her foot with a pissed off expression plastered on her bitchy face. Why couldn't she just be happy and not act like it was always her time of the month? Miley swiftly rolled off of me, squeezing my hand for what I hope is good luck as she gathered all of her things and making her way to the maplewood door, waving goodbye one last time before she closed the door, letting the lock hit the hitch with one last click. Now, I was faced with my worst nightmare. Her. "Hey baby," I said, still lying on the floor while looking at her upside down.

She eyed me, probably still suspicious about what I was doing with Miley on top of me. Man, I could have done a lot of things if Demi didn't interrupt us, okay Joe get back to reality before she sees you thinking about Miley. And, by the way dude, you couldn't possibly do anything with a girl who: a) is your brother's girlfriend, b) is like a sister to you, and c) your real girlfriend hates. But, hey, she can't read my thoughts, my dirty little thoughts. Alright, seriously dude you need to snap out this before it becomes a bad habit. "Okay, Joe, what the hell is going on with you? You used to be this hardcore guy that I thought was amazing and thought of giving myself away to," Demi explained, still crossing her arms. Oh shit, did she just say giving herself away, like as virginity? Hell no, she isn't getting into my pants because I'm staying pure until marriage and that girl will hopefully be Miley. Okay now before she sees me thinking about Miley again, let's get back to what she was blabbing about before, "But now I'm not so sure because when we come to see your family, you turn into this disgusting mushy gushy guy that nobody likes and it's all because of that fucking bitch Miley and I hate it. So now you have to choose Joe, me or her?"

Are you for real girl? Seriously, you want me to choose between you and my best friend? Thank God Miley isn't here, oh great I spoke to soon. I locked eyes with Miley, who was coming back in the front door because she probably had forgotten something. Oh yeah by the way Miles, I need my clothes back. Quick before Demi sees, take them off and throw them to me. I can't believe this. Why does the world hate me so freaking much?