I started writing this on Spring Break when I found out about the Niley date. I might make it just a two shot about the date, or I may turn it into a story. Depends on what kind of response it gets. I hope you like it!!

Miley's POV

I've been in bed for days. Why? No, I'm not sick, I didn't break my leg, and I most certainly did not accidentally glue myself to the bed. The reason I've been holed up in my room is because Justin broke up with me. It wasn't a nice, "I'm just not feelin it, but we can still be friends" kind of thing. It was a big, ugly, "You're not pretty enough, skinny enough, or good enough. I'm leaving" kind of dumping. The worst part was that I never saw it coming. There were no hints that our relationship was failing. I thought he loved me, I thought he actually cared. But I was wrong. I'm always wrong nowadays and it sucks. Nothing ever works out for me anymore. Every time things start looking up, it blows up in my face like an atomic bomb. I'm never leaving my room.

No POV

Down in the Stewart kitchen, Brandi, Tish, Mandy, Demi, and Selena were seated around the island. The were discussing what to do with the lamentable teen locked upstairs.

"Has she said anything today Tish?" Mandy asked.

Tish shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm not sure she's even up yet. She usually doesn't ask for food until noon. It's only 10."

Demi threw her phone down. "She's not answering my texts."

"If she's not gonna listen to us, who's she gonna listen to?" Brandi pondered.

A sly smile crept across Selena's face. "I think I know a person." She whipped out her Blackberry and dialed the familiar number with her perfectly manicured fingers.

A quick 15 minutes later, the well-known curly headed boy appeared at the doorstep.

Tish brought him in. "Thanks for coming Nick."

"Uh, no problem. So, um, what exactly do you need me for?" Nick asked, scratching his head quizzically.

"You didn't tell him what's wrong with her?" Demi hissed at Selena.

"I wasn't sure if he'd come or not so I kept it pretty general," Selena whispered back.

"Well, he's here now, so let's tell him," Mandy put in.

'Tell me what?" Nick was officially perplexed at this point.

"That Miley won't come out of her room," Selena started.

"Justin broke up with her," Demi continued.

"That asshole fucked with her emotions and left her," Mandy added, sending an apologetic glance to Tish for swearing.

"All she does is eat, sleep, and cry. We were hoping you could help her," Brandi finished up.

Mixed feelings ran across Nick's face. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Nick's POV

I'm not sure what to think. How was I supposed to help? I had hurt her like that once too. I looked around the room, all eyes were on me. I had to make a decision. "Take me to her," I stupidly spit out.

Mandy latched onto my arm and began pulling me to the staircase. "I'm allowed to break the door if she doesn't open it, right?" she double checked with Tish. After the nod of approval, we made our way to Miley's bedroom. When we reached our destination, Mandy tested the doorknob to see if it was open. It wasn't. "Stand back," she instructed. I obeyed, backing up to the wall. With a mighty yell, Mandy kicked the door in. For a tiny person, she's quite forceful.

I walked in the room, taking in the scene set before me. It was dark, the only light came from the doorway and a little from the heavily curtained windows. Strewn across the floor were shreds of paper and broken glass. On the bedside table were empty and half eaten cartons of Ben & Jerry's. And curled in a ball on the bed was Miley. Despite the boiling temperature of the room, she huddled beneath countless think comforters and quilts. "Milez... " I breathed out.

I'm not sure if she didn't hear me or was just ignoring me. Either way, the lump wasn't moving. I looked back to Mandy for help.

Mandy walked over to the bed, shaking the lump gently. "Shmilerz..."

"How'd you get in here?" I heard a cracked, raspy voice question.

"I killed your door. I brought someone with me. They're gonna make you happy."

"Who?"

Mandy stepped aside, revealing me to her and her to me. What I saw broke my heart.

The face staring at me is the farthest thing then what I'm used to seeing with her. The once vibrant and happy aura she had given off was now melancholic, dejected, sad. The big, blue eyes I had fallen in love with were dead and spiritless. She noticed my staring and dove underneath the covers again.

"Good luck." Mandy gave my shoulder a squeeze and left the room. We were alone.

I walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. "Why do you do this to yourself Mi?" It was silent for a little bit, then I heard muffled sobs coming from under the blankets. It sounded like she was trying to tell me something but it wasn't working. "I can't understand what you're saying Miley."

The blankets shifted a tad, the crying intensified, and she once more made an attempt at talking. Suddenly, a pale arm shot out, holding a photograph. I looked, it was a picture of Miley and Justin. "What'd he do to you?" I asked, concerned. She was kinda scaring me. No answer, just more sobs. I hate when girls cry. "Miley, please stop. You know how uncomfortable I get when girls cry," I pleaded.

"Then leave," came her tearful command.

"I told your mom, Brandi, Mandy, Selena, and Demi that I'd help you. They're really worried."

"Leave," she said again.

"Just tell me what happened."

"No."

Typical Miley, always stubborn. Time to be assertive. I grabbed the blankets and ripped them from the bed.

"What the hell?! You asshole!!" she shrieked. Uh oh, I made her mad. Oh well, I took hold of her feet and began dragging her to the floor. "You're crazy!!!" she screamed, kicking and hitting, trying to get me away. I won. I pulled her off the bed and onto the floor. I looked down, smiling triumphantly. Her face crumpled and she burst into tears again. Shit.

I knelt down next to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. You just can't keep doing this to yourself. I'm trying to help."

"I know," she hiccuped. "But I just want to cry right now, 'K?"

"Okay," I said softly, pulling her into a hug. She was warm and fit into my easily, as if we were meant to be together. Sitting there, hugging her I realized something. I realized that after one and a half years, I still loved her. I wanted to keep her safe, to keep anything from happening to her. I especially wanted to find Justin and kill him because of whatever he did to her.

Miley's POV

Why is Nick hugging me? I'm disgusting. I haven't showered in like 3 days and I'm sweaty from being under all those blankets. Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm snotting all over his shirt, it's just nasty. But he's still hugging me. He must not care, or he just doesn't notice. When my crying subsided, he let go of me.

"Are you okay now?" he asked.

"Uh huh." I wiped my nose with my arm.

"Don't use your arm Miley."

"I could continue using your shirt."

He noticed the nasty wet spot on his shirt that I had made from crying. "I'll go get some Kleenex," he said, standing up.

While Nicholas was off finding Kleenex, I grabbed my Deery Lou blanket and got back in bed. I took my colored Sharpies and began to illustrate the picture of me and Justin. First, I gave him a unibrow, face deformities and devil horns. Then, I made him fat and gave him boobs. To finish it off, I put a baby in his hand and drew a speech bubble that said, "I eat babies." I made a dark line between us and proceeded to make my side all pretty and flowery. I was in the middle of drawing a purple daisy when Nick came back in.

"What are you doing?"

"Drawing."

He handed me the Kleenex, glanced at my creation and laughed. "That's a wonderful piece of art."

"Thanks." I blew my nose and tossed the tissues on the floor.

"Miley..."

"It ain't your room. I do what I want. I'll clean it later."

He chuckled again. "Okay."

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me and laid down.

"No, you're getting out of this room."

"I don't wanna.." I whined.

"Too bad. Get showered, get dressed. I'll meet you downstairs." Nick walked out, leaving me to my thoughts.

I was contemplating whether to do what he said or just stay where I was and take a nap or something. I decided to just do what he said. What harm could it do? I mean, I really do need to take a shower and change my clothes. I was in quite a repulsive state at the moment.

In the shower I let the hot water fall on me, washing away my sweat, blood, and tears. Okay, there was only blood because I nicked my ankle when I was shaving. I didn't slit my wrists or anything. After I was done, put on my blue-gray shirt, a pair of jeans, and my boots. I ran some anti-frizz cream through my hair and gobbed on some makeup. When I managed to make myself look like I hadn't been crying for 3 days, I grabbed my Louis Vuitton purse and went downstairs.

Tell me what you think so far!

xoxo

Shmadders