A/N: Here it is, the final chapter, or should I say chapters, in my much beloved story. As you can see, I have decided to make two endings, not only because I was frightened of people hating me for not choosing their pairing, but also because after a while, every one of your comments made sense to me, whether it be Moe or Niley. Towards the end, I think I really wanted to challenge myself, to see if I could develop both in such a way that you wouldn't question the ending if she ended up with either brother. I think I accomplished that for the most part, but I might be wrong, as indicated by my first flame ever, so I'm really sorry for that. If you have the time, and you find that you can stomach both pairings, let me know what you think. Or even if you choose just one, I'd love to hear your comments.

Thank you to everyone who has stuck by this story. Truly, this is for you.

DISCLAIMER: For the last time, I am in no way connected to Miley Cyrus, the Jonas Brothers or the Disney Channel- a fact that I still cry about at night. This is purely a work of FICTION made in the interest of pleasing people and letting them see that there always is another side to every story. Please, don't sue.

The Other Side

CHAPTER TEN: The Moe Ending

: Jonas Residence, A Couple of Hours Before the Concert :

Joe Jonas laid back against his bed, seemingly lost in thought. He had been ready for quite some time and was waiting to be called down to ride over to the arena where the concert was going to be held. As close as the actual performance was, his mind was not focused on it as should be, and instead was on the situation at hand with his brother and Miley.

The long nap he had taken after his talk with Nick had done him some good. Mostly, he had been able to separate his feelings on the entire situation and able to look at it with a critical eye, but admittedly, he could never be objective about the matter. The people involved were too close to him to be handled with clinical regard. Deep in his heart, he wanted to do what was best for the both of them, and up until that point, he wasn't sure of how to do that. His mind kept flashing back to the conversation he had with Miley previously, and to the pictures he had referred to, and after much contemplation, he knew what he had to do.

He looked at both Nick and Miley as being both so in love with one another that it was hard for them to be apart. The guys, he reasoned, were Miley's way of replacing Nick, while on the other hand, his younger brother had taken to being silent and broody all the time. It seemed clear to him that the only thing that he could to help both of them was to make them happy: with one another.

Nick had been through many things in his young life, from his diabetes to his Broadway career, but through it all, he had kept an honest and sincere heart, and he deserved somebody that could see that. As for Miley, she was a beautiful girl that people misjudged so often, only because they couldn't see who she was when she was with them. Joe had to smile at his many memories of Miley. He remembered their impromptu visit to the ice cream shop and their playful banter. He, however, frowned at the thought of her working so hard and her tears and fears of staining their reputation. All the more, the images of her crying face in his mind, made him want to make sure that she was okay.

Confident as he was in his plan, he needed to ask somebody else's opinion. Not being able to talk to Nick about the matter as he always did, and Frankie being useless for advice on anything other than the latest toys, he stood up to knock on his oldest brother's door. Kevin, he knew, could always be trusted to give the sanest advice. If he agreed, Joe was sure that he'd be doing the right thing.

"Kevin?" The second oldest Jonas boy said, hesitantly opening the room's door.

"Yes, Joseph?" The twenty-one year old could be seen in front of his mirror, putting the finishing touches on his hair, and once he was satisfied, grabbed the checkered scarf he had picked out to wrap around his neck. Kevin turned around to face his brother, and his face bore an expression of mild shock that Joe was ready to go. It wasn't often that this happened, and he couldn't resist commenting to his brother. "Aw, Joe, you learned to dress yourself."

The younger of the two made as if to mimic the other's actions, but with much sarcasm. "Haha, Kevin. You must think you're really funny."

Almost immediately, Kevin picked up on his brother's serious mood and answered without joking. "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Relieved to finally have somebody to confide in, as opposed to always being the one they talk to, as it was lately, Joe gave his brother a brief explanation on what was happening. Needless to say, Kevin was surprised on how disconnected he had been with his brothers lately, but was eager to make up for his lack of support and understanding.

"Joe, you can't just push Miley and Nick together because you think it will solve all of your problems with the both of them." He said, almost as if he was speaking to someone much younger, and indeed, Joe was looking like a petulant five-year old.

"But why not? It's perfect. I mean, they're both so miserable all the time. Think about how happy they were when they were together."

"Come on, bro. Think about it. There must be some reason that they didn't work it out the last time." Joe nodded at this, thinking about Nick's confession to him a while back. He still marvelled at the simplicity of the problem, and the magnitude of its repercussions. If truth be told, he did still blame Nick a little, but he couldn't say that he didn't understand. "If they felt that it wasn't right, who are we to say that it is?"

"But they need each other, Kevin! Miley needs someone who can understand her and look after her, and Nick needs someone that can make him smile and laugh at himself instead of being serious all the time." The second brother was getting exasperated. He wanted his brother to see what he did, even though Kevin's words gave him a nagging feeling at the back of his mind.

"Joe, enough. We promised when they started this that we wouldn't interfere, and it still holds. If they're for each other, leave it to them to find that out. Until then, look at this way. Nick always has us to make him laugh at stupid things, and as for Miley, she has you. You showed me how much you take care of her, and maybe, that's all we can do for them right now, okay?" Kevin said his last statement with a tone of finality that Joe didn't even think of replying. "Now, go and get all your things. I'll make sure that Nick and Frankie are ready too." He exited the room, leaving his brother with his own thoughts.

Joe couldn't deny the sense behind Kevin's words. As he heard the faint sounds of what could be assumed to be Nick and Kevin chasing after a laughing Frankie, he knew that his curly-haired brother would always have his family to stay behind him and make him happy. He also didn't need telling twice to take care of Miley. Since meeting the young girl, he had fallen into the routine of looking after her, in rehearsals and stuff, making sure she was eating and of course, making her laugh when she started to get homesick.

Joe was jolted out of his thoughts when all three of his brothers suddenly ended up in the room he was in. "Frankie, come back here! You need to put on your pants!" He laughed at the sight of his little brother being chased and soon got involved in it as well when all three piled on top of him. Sooner than expected, it was time for all of them to go, and the entire family, fully clothed, got into their car and drove to the venue. There, Joe decided, was where he could fix things once and for all.

: Disney Concert, Miley's Dressing Room :

Miley sat nervously in front of her vanity mirror. She took the cover-up applicator and dabbed some light colored cream under her eyes to hide the dark bags. She had barely gotten any sleep the previous night, choosing instead to go over the things that could happen that night. She couldn't deny that the calls from the Jonas boys threw her for a loop and she really didn't know what to expect that night.

Apart from the various scenarios that had played out in her head, she also spent a great deal of the night trying to understand her heart. She loved both Joe and Nick dearly, and that was the problem. If she hadn't cared as much for either of them, she wouldn't think twice about choosing one and leaving the other, but of course, these were very foolish thoughts for her, because she wasn't sure if even one felt as she did. More importantly, if the one she now knew she loved felt what she did.

The fifteen-year old was brought out of her reverie by a sudden knock on the door. Thinking it was another of the show's manager, she didn't hesitate before saying aloud "It's open, come in."

She was therefore surprised when none other than the curly haired head of Nick Jonas popped in. "Miley? Is it okay if I come in?"

She quickly stood up, more nervous than she would have wanted to be for the conversation she was about to have. "Of course you can! Come in!" Her words tripped over one another in her haste to welcome him before he had the chance to back out of talking.

They stayed for a couple of minutes in awkward silence, both unsure of how to start, really. They shifted uncomfortably in their seats on the couch.

"Miley…" "Nick…" Both of them began to speak almost simultaneously. They gave each other a grin, before Miley nodded at Nick to allow him to go first.

"Mi, you know that I'll always care about you right?" He began nervously, his palms sweaty against his knees. She inhaled sharply, dreading what was to come. "You were my first love, and you'll always be special to me, but I really do think we'd be better of as friends." The brunette girl let out the breath she was holding, almost laughing out loud in relief.

"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that, Nick. I have to tell you that you're my best friend, and I missed having you around."

He took her hand in what both now understood to be a gesture of close friendship. "I'm sorry for everything, Miley. You were right to end things in the first place. You were even right to doubt me when I asked for your forgiveness."

"No, Nick-"

"Wait, just let me finish. If I don't, I'll never be able to tell you how much you deserve so much better than I was willing to give. It seems almost wrong to ask for a third chance from you, but I'm hoping you'll give me one anyway."

Miley smiled at his thoughtfulness and earnest pleading. "You don't even have to ask. But I'd also like to apologize to you. I know you said I was right to doubt you, but it's wrong to doubt friends at all, and I want you to know that I trust you. From now on, I really do think we'll be better friends if we're honest with each other."

"I agree, Mi." Even though they were truly putting an end to their relationship, they were simply beginning a newer, stronger bond, and to him, she would always be 'Mi'. Both of them stood up and wordlessly wrapped their arms around each other. They didn't need to tell the other person anything else about how much this meant to them because they both felt it, and were both glad that they could put it behind them. They knew that whatever happened, they would always be there for each other.

: Disney Concert, Jonas Dressing Room :

Joe couldn't sit still. They still had half an hour before they had to perform, and he didn't like to be left alone with his thoughts. He wasn't sure about the uneasy pit that came to settle itself in his stomach, especially when he thought about Miley and how he still hadn't fixed things with her.

Giving in to the urge to go and find her, instead of wondering about what she was doing wherever she was, he quickly exited the room, much to Kevin's chagrin as he insisted on keeping the band together before they had to go on. He asked some of the handlers running around like chickens which dressing room was hers, and was pointed to a non-descript door on the far side from his. As he approached, he saw that the doorknob had a blue scrunchie wrapped around it, and he smiled at this. It was something that Miley would do.

Deciding he would much rather surprise her than knock, he, in his opinion, sneakily opened the door a crack and was about to crawl in quietly, when what he saw almost made him slam the door wide open. Nick and Miley were wrapped in what seemed to be a tender embrace and that pit in his stomach returned full force.

Almost as if in a daze, he silently closed the door and turned around. Not ready to talk about what he witnessed just yet, he went out through the side door to get some fresh air. He couldn't explain to himself why he was feeling this way. 'I should be glad, right? This is what I wanted, after all.' He took deep steadying breaths as he paced the short length of that back alley. 'It is. I'm happy for Nick and Miley. Now everything can go back to normal.' He had hardly noticed the rest of the time pass by and he was soon being pushed forcibly onstage.

"Hey Joe, are you okay?" Nick asked his brother upon seeing his blank face. "You look a little out of it."

"Huh?" The older of the two just stared at him for a while before he was able to respond. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Let's go and do this."

"Okay, if you say so. But can you and I talk after this?"

"Sure. Whatever." Nick just looked worriedly at his brother who was acting more weird than usual, and that's saying a lot. He only hoped that he would get better for the rest of the night.

: After the Concert, Rooftop of the Arena :

The entire concert had gone without a hitch, but Miley was unsure if what Nick had planned would do so too. After they had hugged, Nick had asked her to meet him at the entrance of the stairway leading upstairs, and as she was eager to spend time with him to start repairing their relationship, she had agreed. Right after they had performed, he bounded up to her, waving his necktie and grinning so wildly that Miley wanted to back out of their agreement right there. However, she was serious about trusting him, and he had brought out the puppy dog eyes that no one could possibly resist, so here she was, on the roof, blindfolded, and holding on to Nick's guiding hand for dear life.

"Wait right here, Miles. I have a surprise for you."

"Nick, don't leave me… here." The boy was gone before she could finish her sentence, and she was left just standing there. She was too afraid to move, not really knowing where she was, and itching to take the tie off from her eyes. However, she loved surprises and gave Nick the benefit of the doubt. She could only hope that he'd hurry up.

: After the Concert, Jonas Dressing Room :

Joe was now eager to go home. He was in a really foul mood that he was happy he didn't have to cover up with energy and playfulness like onstage a couple of moments before. He really wasn't up for anything, and he definitely wasn't in the mood to talk to Nick right now.

Almost as if to spite him, Nick appeared right in front of him with a huge grin on his face and Joe had to hold back an irritated growl at his brother. It wasn't his fault that Joe was feeling really lousy, and he really didn't want to do anything that he'd have to apologize later.

"Hey, Joe, can you come up to the roof with me for just a sec?"

With a pained smile, he responded, "Can't that wait 'til later, Buddy? I'm really tired, and I just want to get some sleep."

"Please, Joe? There's something really important that I have to show you up there."

"Fine," he said, allowing his younger brother to pull him along. "Lead the way. This had better be important, Nicholas."

He was taken by surprise by the sight that greeted him when he was able to see the deck. Miley was standing blindfolded in the middle of sea of sunflowers and candles. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He knew that Nick was going to profess his love to Miley, and despite his earlier assertions of support, he really didn't want to have to witness it firsthand.

He smiled weakly at his brother. "Good job, little bro," he said quietly as not to let Miley hear him. "I hope things go well when you tell her you love her. I don't see why you need me here, though."

Nick was smiling at him in that way he was honestly beginning to hate. "I'm not going to tell her I love her, Joe. You are."

The older brother was seriously confused. "You want me to tell Miley that you love her?" He whispered loudly. "Are you crazy? You should tell her!"

"No, Joe." Nick quietly laughed. "You're going to tell Miley how you've been in love with her all this time."

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm not in love with Miley. You are!"

"I thought I was, but I'm not. At least, not in the way you are."

"Nick, are you okay?" Joe waved his hands in front of his younger brother's face, ascertaining if there was anything wrong with him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Think about it Joe! When I asked you yesterday about her, you should have seen your face. You just lit up when you told me what a great girl she was. You even threatened me, your own brother, when you thought there was a slight possibility that I would hurt her. You even told me that sunflowers are her favorite flower!"

"That one's easy. Everybody knows that."

"That's just it. Nobody else knows it but you. In all the magazines she said she loved roses. Even I thought she loved white roses, but you knew."

"I could be wrong!" Joe said, still vehemently in denial.

"No, you're not. You know it, I know it. It's because you know her better than anyone else. You've been there for her through everything. Back then, you were always the one thinking of schemes to help her and make her happy, and now, this is your chance to tell her just why that is."

Realization hit Joe like a ton of bricks. He had been so wrapped up in pushing Miley towards Nick that he hadn't realized that he had found himself inexplicably pulled towards her. It explained why, when she had called him crying, his heart leapt to his throat, and why, when he saw Nick with her earlier, his heart plummeted down to his stomach.

"Wait! If you don't love her, then why were you hugging each other earlier?"

"You saw that?" Nick looked at him, surprised.

"Yeah, and now you can't deny that you love her too!"

"Aha! You finally admit that you do love her!"

"Maybe I do. But that's not the issue right now."

Despite their playful tone, Nick could tell that Joe was seriously bothered by the thought and decided to set his mind at ease. "Joe, Miley will always be special to me, but now, I love her more like my best friend. And more than anything, I want to see both my brother and my best friend be happy. So now, go to her."

With a powerful push from Nick, Joe lost his balance and almost fell right at Miley's feet. With the noise of the scuffle, Miley immediately reached out her hands and started trying to grasp at the air around her.

"Nick, is that you? Can you please take the blindfold off? My eyes are starting to hurt."

Joe straightened himself nervously. He was only vaguely aware of Nick making his way out the door. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe how fast things were moving. It was less than an hour ago that he was sure that Nick and Miley belonged together, and right now, all he kept seeing in his mind were flashes of him and her together. He felt stupid at not being able to notice it before. Then again, maybe, it wasn't right before, as right as it felt now anyways.

He reached behind her hair and gently undid the knot that Nick made of the tie and watched her as she blinked her eyes slowly to allow everything to come into focus.

Once Nick left, Miley felt as if she had been waiting for hours. She had heard whispers coming from the side, but she couldn't be sure, so she chose to ignore them. However, when she heard a scuffle and felt a stirring right beside her, she waved her hands wildly in the air before her, hoping to be able to hold on to something.

She asked Nick to take the blindfold off soon after, and she assumed that he heard her as it wasn't long before she felt gentle hands reaching behind her head to loosen the knot. Trying to adjust her eyes to being able to see again, she blinked slowly and was shocked to see Joe's face smiling shyly at her.

"Joe?" She grew more startled by the sight that lay behind Joe. They were surrounded by sunflowers and candles. It was beautiful. "What are you doing here? More importantly, what are we doing here?"

"To be honest, I wasn't so sure myself either, but I think I've got a pretty good idea now." Joe shakily took her hands in his. "Miley, I have something I need to tell you."

Miley's breath hitched. She found that she'd been doing that a lot, but if she could pick any moment to be breathless, right now, with the guy she loved, seemed a good time to be.

"Miles, the past few weeks I've spent with you have been extraordinary. Each day that I spent getting to know you seemed to be one of the best days of my life, now that I think about it." Joe hadn't really counted on having to tell her everything, much less having actual feelings for her, but he spoke what he felt in his heart. "I know you think that I keep fixing your messes or trying to fix you, but there's nothing there for me to fix, because to me, you are perfect."

Miley felt the tears start to come to her eyes and wanted to say something in return, but Joe took a deep breath indicating that he wasn't done speaking yet.

"But I always want to be the one you come to when you feel broken; the one who'll protect you from everything, because I can't stand to see you cry and because I think my heart just about stops every time I see your smile."

"Joe, what are you saying?" Miley said hopefully, with tears in her eyes.

"Miley, I'm saying that I'm in love with you. I was an idiot for not realizing it before, but now I'd like to make it up to you."

"God, this feels like a dream." At this point, she was standing so close to him, that she felt his breath on her cheek. "There's nothing to make up for, Joey. I was an idiot too. It's been staring me right in the face, but I couldn't accept it, and now I think if I blink, it'll all just disappear."

"It won't. Trust me. This is real." He gently put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face towards his where his lips met hers in a soft but demanding kiss. When they broke apart and touched their foreheads together, just getting lost in each other's eyes, he whispered to her. "I'm real, Miley. We're real."

END CHAPTER

END STORY

A/N: I'll be the first one to admit that this story took a life of its own not long after it had begun. All in all, I'm happy where it went, and where it has ended. Hopefully, you are too. I'm sorry it took so long to get it out, but life got in the way, but I pray that it was worth your wait. For the last time until the next big inspiration, and the next long break from college, please read and review. I love you all. :D