"WHOOOOOO!" An over exited Mandy shouted behind me, jumping up and down vigorously. She and the rest of the M&M Cru were bouncing around the curtain, exited as they'd ever been. "I can't believe we won, Miles!" Says the brunette, jumping on the back of celebrity member, Channing Tutam. Channing whooped and hollered with the rest of the squad, completely oblivious to what I was hiding behind my distressed half-smile.
"Yeah, totally!" I said with just a bit of enthusiasm, smiling at the pair. We'd WON. We were victorious! The M&M Cru beat ACDC at the Teen Choice awards fair and square, to the opinion of a crowd of ten thousand people. I was honored, and also happy to be the host of the show. 7 outfit changes WAS a little tiring, though
"Hey, Mandy!" I shouted over the noise, slightly backing away. "I'm gonna head on to the dressing room. I'm a little tired." Mandy nodded politely, respecting my wishes. Mandy was the perfect best friend. There was the kiddie, fun side of her, which showed quite often, but there was also the mature, caring side of her. Even though she WAS five years older than me, a twenty year old. Turning on my heels, I started down the blank hallway, snatching the fancy elastic out of my side ponytail. My hair pumbled to my shoulders, just as tired and volume-less as I was. Sighing, I hung my head, staring down at my purple and gold Nike's.
It'd been a hard night for me. It had been the first time I'd made contact with him, even if it was just announcing the name of his band. These feelings nThhad been with me for the past few weeks. Hurt. Sorrow. Depression. The rumors hurt the most. They weren't true, of course, but it hurts to know that people really think about me in that way. Was it that obvious that I still wasn't over Nick, that people chose to believe I was jealous because HE was dating Selena Gomez? And on top of that, that I chose to make a Youtube video making fun of her and Demi Lovato to 'ease my pain'? Selena was my friend, maybe not a 'BFF', but a friend nonetheless. I would never do that! I know I messed up, with the whole 'picture scandal', but that's noones business but my own. I can ony imagine what my life would be like if everyone knew the truth. I'm tired of everyone listening to E!'s stories instead of HERstory.
MY story.
Miley's story.
The sound of close footsteps snapped me from my gaze as I let out a quiet gasp at who was before me.
"Hey! Congratulations." Nick says, stepping closer toward me. He'd changed out of his blazer and expensive white tee, into a tight white V-neck, something obviously bought from American Apparel. I tried not to blush at his newest cut, a slight transition from the sloppy curls that would constantly slap up against his forehead. The brunette boy's aviator shades sat comfortably on top of it's nest, my own reflection staring back at me. Even though we hadn't talked in months, Nick's voice and overall personality were exactly the same.
"You guys were really, really good." The side of his mouth curled up into a tight smile. "Oh, and great hosting, too." Even though I'd known him for two and a half years, he still came off as shy and unsure.
"Thanks." I answered, giving him a nervous smile. I'd been rehearsing this moment in my dreams for the past six months, but I still couldn't find the right words. Nick held out his toned arms, wrappingthem around me in a quick hug. Those were the kinds he gave random fans at meet & greets. The ones that meant nothing. A shiver went down my spine as I realized...this was what our relationship was subjected to. It amazing that a kind, loving gesture could hurt with so much intensity.
"Nice flying, too." I giggled pulling away from the hug, trying to sound the least bit upset. He chuckled back, making my heart flutter. "So, I guess you guys are staying at the Movake?" I nodded, the tiniest bit of hope inside of me. "Maybe-"
"NICK!" Shouted a giggling voice from down the hall. Selena's head of curly black hair poked out of Kevin's dressing room. "Hurry up! We're gonna be late for the-!" She paused, seeing me there for the first time. I offered a smile, waving. "Miles! I was just looking for you! We're all going to Dave and Busters, do you wanna?-"
"I can't." I answered so quickly our sentences colided. "I have this thing...with my brother." Of course noone invited me to come, OR was looking for me, but Selena, the sweetheart she was, invited me anyway to be polite. I never was the one to barge into anyone else's plans, so I lied. Not to be polite, but not to be a bitch.
"So...I'll see ya round?" Nick offered, slightly shrugging. I nodded as Nick pulled me in for another of those, 'buy our new album!' squeezes. He backed away slightly, almost tripping over one of his own feet. "It was really cool to see you, Miley." I gave a sweet wave, my heart bruised from his words.
"You too, Nick." I responded, fighting back the tears behind my eyes. Jogging back to the group inside the room, he muttered a small, "Bye."
And that's when the tears fell.
I hated being so helpless, but Nick was a really important part of my life. I'd dated a few boys, nothing too slow or fast paced for a fifteen year old, but still. He was my best friend. Someone I could talk to. Nicholas Jonas had basically made me the person I was today, and he just let it GO? Just like that? I fell upon the floor,the scarlet colored loveseat placed in the hall breaking my fall. My breaths contracted into sobbing, my mascara running down my face. Burying my face into the couch pillow, I took a deep breath, trying to silence my tears. I couldn't. My body shifting in a 'now I lay me down to sleep' praying position, as I looked up to the ceiling.

"I miss him." I muffled to whoever was listening. "SO much!" Crying hysterically, I held my knees to my chest, praying through my tears. "I'm SORRY!" I cried out, running a quick hand through my hair.

"Please make this stop! I love him. I love him SO much. Don't take this from me."

Statistically, I was on top. But in reality, I'd hit rock bottom. My alpha status. MY fans. My life. My privacy. I'd lost everything. But most importantly, my self pride.
And Nicholas Jerry Janos.
"Miley."A sympathetic voice at the end of the hallway muttered. In all of his glory, with his sexy, overprocessed black hair mashed up against his forehead, his tight, skinny jeans, (also OBVIOUSLY bought from American Apparel), his tailor made blazer, and sad brown eyes.
It was Joe. And he'd seen everything.