A/N: Hey guys, sorry I took so long to get the next chapter up. But here it is, the long awaited next chapter!

Nick's P.O.V.

She spoke, without turning or allowing her hand to leave the doorknob. "Love…It's a funny thing. See, the thing is, people say it all the time, and they don't realize how strong it really is. Is there really any meaning in the word… when people throw it around like it's nothing? It's hard to tell the difference between someone who means it, and someone who's just fooling around. So here's the thing…Nick. How am I supposed to know if you're serious or not? Because last time I checked, you weren't. Last time I checked, you were too busy trying to get another girl that you flat out forgot about me. You flat out forgot that you told me you loved me. So I can't be sure if when you say it, you mean it. Or if you're just spewing random bullshit."

"I…" I stuttered, not expecting a confrontation "I'm completely serious. I was serious the first time… I just-"

She interrupted me, "I'm sick of your excuses, I don't want to hear it." She then proceeded to push the door open.

"Wait," I shouted, she froze, "At least tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. And then I'll leave. Forever."

Miley's P.O.V.

I stopped, trying to take it all in. Demi's words echoed in my head, "eventually he's going to stop trying, and I know that deep down inside, you don't want that to happen." She was right. I didn't want that to happen. But then, what did I want? "I…" I began, searching for a way to word what I was trying to says, "I don't…I don't hate you."

"Then why won't you look me in the eye?" I gulped, then turned around and looked him in the eye. Suddenly, everything began to flood back to me. Every kiss, every touch… everything. And then I was on the floor, crying in a heap. Somehow, he was always able to bring down the four walls that I had worked so hard to build around myself.

"I can't… I can't do this anymore."

"Then don't," he stated simply, pulling me up onto my feet, "give me another chance."

"It's not that easy. Life doesn't work that way."

"Oh yeah? Who said?" he sounded aggravated now, "Who said you had to be bitter and keep other people out? Who said you couldn't give me a chance again? Who said that you had to do all this?"

"No one."

"Then what's keeping you back?"

The tears stopped flowing now, and my sadness was only replaced by anger. "Of course you wouldn't understand. You haven't been through the pain that I've been through."

"Ok. So maybe I didn't have to go through the same things as you did."

"That's because you were the cause of all that pain."

He winced, "I know and I'm sorry, why can't you just accept that?"

"Because you're asking me to forget that it ever happened and I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because you can't just forget that someone broke your heart, or the fact that they broke your heart and completely didn't care. That's not something you can just drop just like that."

"Where are you getting that from?" the anger began to rise in his voice, we were now both standing inches away from each other.

"Nowhere! It's the way I see things. And if you can't accept that, then we obviously don't belong together!"

"Things happen for a reason. You have to learn to forget and move on. You can't just keep yourself in the past."

"I'm sorry I can't forget other people's feelings like you can. I'm sorry I can't just smash someone's heart into a billion pieces and just walk away."

He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer, the frustrated tone gone, "You know I never meant to do that."

"Really? That's hard to believe considering the fact that it took you over a year to realize this."

He spoke, angry again, "Well I'm sorry my brain works slower than you would like it to. I'm not perfect."

"No duh, dimwit. I've noticed."

"Well it's not like you're any better?"

"At least I can realize when I've broken someone's heart."

"Evidently not, because you still fail to realize that you're breaking my heart."

I froze, and my words faltered. "You don't know what it's like to have your heart broken."

"Yes I do. And I put up with it over and over again. How many times have I been rejected by you?"

"You know you deserved it."

"Did I? Well I'm sorry for attempting to speak to you."

"You should be. It's not like I wanted to speak to you in the first place."

"Hence the harsh rejection."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't realize sooner that I didn't want you there."

"So is that what you want then? Do you want me to leave?"

Fury welled up inside me, and I spewed out the words I knew I would regret saying, "Yes. Please leave. Then I'd never have to put up with having to hear your stupid voice, or see your stupid face again."

Coldly, silently, he said, "Then I'll leave."

"No…don't," I pleaded.

"Well it's what you want isn't it?"

"I'm just doing what you asked"

I flinched, "I didn't mean it. Don't leave."

"So you want to stay here and argue."

"No."

"Then what do you want Miley? Because I can't figure out what it is you want."

"I don't know what I want."

"Obviously."

"Well what do you want me to say? Oooh Nick, I accept your apology, let's just forget everything that's happened between us and pretend we're madly in love."

"It'd be something."

"Well I'm sorry I can't suit you to your needs."

"You should be. You're driving me crazy. You want this, you want that. Make up your mind."

"I'm an indecisive person, you should've know that when you chose to begin a relationship with me."

"Maybe you should come with a warning label, 'WARNING: this girl is a bitch."

"I could the same for you." We both stared at each other, daring the other to say something. And suddenly I was kissing him. I don't know what happened. I just knew that one minute, we were centimeters away from each other, and the next thing I knew I was kissing him.

"I hate you," he said pulling away.

"Obviously," I said pulling him in so I could kiss him again.

Eventually, the kiss had to end. There was so much that we could of said, but it wasn't necessary. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

"Maybe," I replied, "but I'd be careful." Then I pointed to myself, "I heard this girls a bitch."

A/N: Did I surprise any of y'all? Haha hope you liked it. I'd love reviews! :)