Authors Note: I was sad earlier and I totally was able to write this stroy with ease. I had been happy so it had been hard to write so much angst. Not anymore. Guys suck- stick to your Jonas Brothers posters; they won't make you fall for them and then get a girlfriend. Argh. ANYWAYS. Uhm. You people should leave me awesome reviews whether it be why your favorite color is whatever, something just to be random and make me smile. Please and Thank You. X3. It can be a PM, too. I don't really care how it gets to me. (: I just have that low feeling in my stomach that makes me feel sick and wanna sink into the couch, curl up in a ball and cry.- But I won't do that. I've done that enough before... sighhh. Anyways. I love you guys, Thank You for being so amazing and reviewing.

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Shane bit his lip and slowly pulled himself out of the bed, being sure not to wake Miley up. It was like his happiness was a high and it was starting to wear off. It was just gone. And he missed it. He had thought he was happy, many times before- those hallucinations never really lasted more than a couple of hours or a day or two... or three. This lasted for almost two weeks and it just went away like he wasn't attached to it. His happiness left him, again... He frowned and let out a deep breath, scratching his scalp under his thick, black, soft, shaggy hair that was astray this morning, as he felt his lungs gasping for air.- How was he going to be able to look Miley in the eyes if he was in pain? She'd push him, and push him and push him and just keep pushing him until he caved, either so angry he'd do something to her- or say something to her that he'd regret or just completely break down. He groaned softly and bit his lip as he felt tears welling up in his eyes, just out of pure anger and angst- hurt. He roughly gripped onto his hair as the tears spilled out. He hated life. He looked over at Miley's sleeping figure and slowly sat down on the bed as the tears rolled down his cheeks. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so... alive- so happy; even in her sleep. His eyes slowly traced every inch of her face, from her closed, bright blue eyes to her perfect, pink lips; her nappy, curly hair in the mornings before she would brush it, with frizz slaving over it, everywhere. How her eyebrows were knitted together tightly. He chuckled softly, bitterly even at how cute she was.

He wondered when she'd leave- when she'd give up on him, when she'd hate him so much that he would actually kill himself. She gave him this little thing called hope, but it was fading away- and fast. When was she going to hurt him? Just... when? He wished she'd hurry up and do it, stop him from falling faster for her and just stab the knife into his still, sadly, beating heart and then into his spine- paralyzing him to the point to where he felt nothing at all- not even the pain that out-weighed the numbness. He always felt like saying something to her, like in the movies. Something along the lines of: "Please, Miley... just- don't hurt me." Like he had told her not to fall-in-love with him. But there was a reason people paid six to twenty dollars to see two people say that to one another- because they couldn't get it for free. Which meant it wasn't real. It was fake. It never really did happen. He gulped and looked back over at her, smiling sadly. He wondered if he was more worried about him hurting her rather than her hurting him. He was emotionally unstable. He was completely and totally fucked up beyond no repair. And she was perfect. Not a single scar from a razor blade on her small, little body; not one sign of distress- not one fucking crack in her heart. He hated her for that- for being so alive when he craved so badly for that. His craving to feel was stronger than a fourteen year old, knocked up teenagers craving for a thousand dollars and an abortion.

He frowned, he wished he would have been aborted. He wouldn't be... here. He wouldn't be going out of his mind. Praying To God for his brain, for his head, to shut the fuck up and stop analyzing every little detail of everything in life. From the way he pushed people away, from the certain way he gripped the razor blades in his hands, from the different smiles Miley had, to the way his broken heart would feel and electric shock and start trying to piece itself back together whenever she looked deeply into his eyes. The way her eyes would darken when he was angry, how they were shiny when he was sad, to bright when he was happy. He wondered if his eyes changed with his emotions like hers did. He could never really see himself in the mirror. It was like looking at a broken pencil. Completely crazy and pointless.

"Mmmmm. What are you doing, Shaney?" He jumped slightly before looking down at the ever so innocent, and perfect looking Miley.

"Nothing." He murmured. "I just woke up." He replied softly before she sat up; he smiled softly, sadly when she sat up and wrapped her arms around his torso tightly and he refused to look into her eyes. For her to see for her to feel his pain; his numbness. His thoughts.

"Did you sleep good?" She murmured as she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and kissed it softly.

"It was S'okay." He whispered before kissing her hand gently. "C'mon, you should probably get downstairs and out of my room before Your Parents or Jackson come looking for you." Miley sighed softly before lifting her head up; Shane quickly flicked his eyes down to the bed, making Miley frown.

"Okay." She whispered, sighing softly again. She leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, but he turned his head- making her kiss the back of his jaw softly. She frowned at him. "What's wrong, Shaney?"

Shane sighed before kissing her quickly on the lips. "I wanna be the first to kiss you in the mornings." He faked a smile and Miley slowly let her frown up, still not believing him.

"Oh." She whispered. She cleared her throat when he refused to meet her eyes, but he still didn't look up. She sighed. "I'll see you at breakfast." She kissed him quickly before getting out of the bed. Shane frowned and bit his lip, watching her as she walked out of the bedroom door and closed it softly behind her. He quickly felt his cheeks- he was crying. He raised his eyebrows when they were dry. How long had he been thinking?

He sighed before curling up in a ball on the bed, wanting to go into the bathroom and slice up his arms and body parts to relieve his pain for a little while. But at the same time- that thought absolutely sickened him. And he didn't know why. It never really did before. He cursed under his breath, annoyed. Miley. Of course.

-Let's talk this over. It's not like we're dead. Was it something I did? Something you said?-

Shane numbly twirled his black beaded bracelet on his arm as Miley kissed his neck softly, they were snuggled up together on The Stewarts couch, watching some movie. Twilight. Shane almost gagged; he read the books in rehab two years ago- they were the only ones really available. They didn't help his hormones. They just made him feel more like a PMSing thirteen year old girl.

"I wish you'd just talk to me." Miley said against his neck, Shane didn't even notice she had stopped kissing him softly. He sighed as a small whiplash of deja vu hit him, making his head spin and he, himself, feel a little bit dizzy.

"Miley." He sighed, looking over at her before quickly looking back down at his bracelet when she winced. How the hell could she feel the emotions in his eyes? Seriously- it was fucking creepy. He needed to investigate into that Aliens theory he had. It could be possible. -Not that Shane would ever admit that out loud; he'd be thrown into yet, another Looney bin with no way to kill himself until he could prove he was mentally stable. They was easier two years ago, it wasn't anymore.

"What's wrong?" She murmured softly. "What's bothering you?" She kissed his cheek softly, sending tingles down his spine and making his stomach churn. It disgusted him. "Please, Shaney- you know I'm right here."

He sighed softly. "I was just thinking about some things." He murmured softly and Miley started to open her mouth to speak- he quickly spoke before she could encourage/beg/swoon/talk him into telling her. "Nothing I'm willing to share, okay, baby?"

Miley sighed, defeated before nodding her head softly. "Okay." She muttered sadly and Shane almost smiled at how cute her frown was. Yes, her frown what a sick mother fucking bastard he was. Guys usually liked a girls smile. But, then, again. Usual is in Usually. Usual and Shane Anthony Gray did not go together. It was like putting Kevin Federline and Justin Timerberlake in the same room together- Total opposites; minus the whole Britney Spears thing. Shane shook his head, he was not getting into celebrity gossip. Oh My God. Seriously?!

Shane swallowed the spit that had built up in his throat from his constant thinking, he sighed before turning to Miley. She looked up at him and he looked at her lips, smiling softly and then leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled against his lips as he placed his thumb underneath her chin. She cupped his jaws on both sides of his face and kissed him back softly, making him smile against her lips. He did like these moments with Miley. He loved that name... It was so unique; but yet, it fit her... perfectly. The perfect name for the perfect girl... it was... perfect.

"You're a really great kisser, Miss. Miley Ray." He murmured against her lips; she smiled before kissing him softly on the lips, again.

"I could say the same about you, Mr. Gray." She murmured back before pressing her lips fully onto his. Shane smiled against her lips and gently pushed her back on the couch, crawling on top of her and hovering over on top of her, being sure not to crush her, not to hurt her. Before slipping his tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as their tongues rubbed together softly.

He cupped her face softly, his palms resting on her adorably, puffy cheeks as she kissed him back passionately. He smiled softly against her lips before he started to place soft, small, chaste kisses to her neck gently.

"I love you." She whispered in a small moan as she arched her hips up and ran her hands through his hair softly. Shane felt his previously closed eyes snap open and his body freeze- going numb. - Right?

"W-What?" He choked out, Praying To God that he would choke to death on his own stuttered out words.

He sighed once more and looked back up at her. "Okay." He whispered and Miley smiled, feeling the urge to giggle. "On one condition!" Shane said quickly.

"Anything!" Miley said with a smile.

"You don't... fall in-love with me." Shane said shakily.

Miley frowned at him before swallowing the lump in her throat. "Okay."

Easier said than done.

What. the. fuck. just. happened?!?! Seriously?!?!

Authors Note: I really hate that I wanna listen to Taylor Swifts song "Forever and for always." Yes, I know it's not for always, it's always. But, whatever. I like my way better. (: Haha, lmmfao. Yeah, fake humor. I'm Sorry. Well, I'm getting back to making this awesome Chica named Madison. X3. (FutureMrsPresident. I think is her pen name. Haha. Lmmfao.) Story banners/posters. Check her out. I love her writing. (: Anyways. Thank You all for your wonderful reviews, they make me happy- and I need to smile more right now. I love you guys, so much. Thank You! (: X3.

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P.S. The one and only break line in here would be. : "My happy ending." By Avril Lavigne- and I'm Sorry if I got the lyrics or her last name wrong. That song has just been stuck on my head since The Tonight Show With Jay Leno with Miley Cyrus last night. Lmmfao. Haha. Wow, I'm Sorry... Random. Haha, anyways... (: X3.