A/N: Here's an update. Sorry it's short. I'm not entirely sure what direction this story is going anymore, so if anybody has any ideas for it let me know please! Review because reviews make me really happy. And a happy me equals more updates! (:

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Nick knocked on the door.

"Demi, Miley, are you guys ready?" he said.

"Just a minute!" Demi yelled. She walked over to answer the door.

"I've got a cab waiting downstairs, what's the holdup?" Nick asked anxiously. He hated to be late.

"Sorry, just trying to take a quick shower before we head for home," she answered.

After talking things over, Nick and Demi had decided that the best thing would be to take Miley home, but not to LA, to Franklin, Tennessee. Being home might help improve her spirits, which, try as she might to convince her friends otherwise, were low.

"Demi have you seen my shirt?" A scantily clad Miley said as she walked into the room. Nick laughed. Her hair was still in a towel from taking a shower. She was in her bra and panties. "Nick!" she gasped as she tried to cover herself up.

"Oh please. It's not like he hasn't seen you like this before," Demi rolled her eyes.

Miley's eyes twinkled. "That is true….but why give him the pleasure now?" she laughed.

Nick feigned hurt. "I'm shocked! But give me all the pleasure you want," he winked at her. All three burst out laughing.

Miley quickly got dressed and threw the rest of her things into her suitcase. She couldn't wait to get back home.

The plane ride took forever. Then again, going from Rio to Nashville is kind of a long trip. Miley spent the entire time staring out the window with her headphones in, trying to keep the tears from streaming down her face. Nick and Demi talked.

"I'm really worried about her, Nick," Demi whispered, trying not to disturb Miley who had fallen asleep.

"I know. I am too," he sighed. All he wanted was for her to be smiley again.

"When we get back, I think I'm gonna call Liam," Demi said quickly. Nick started to interrupt but Demi stopped him. "Just to ask him why," she continued. "Maybe if she knows why he cheated she will have some closure."

"But what if she doesn't like the answer?" Nick questioned. This idea could turn out very good, or really bad.

"I don't know, Nick. I just don't know," she shook her head sadly. Staring at her best friend, one thing was certain.

She needed help. And fast.