I'm sorry the chapters are lame and short. I'm just not feeling this storyline for some reason. I'm starting another Joe story but it will be in the Camp Rock category because I'm not using any Hannah Montana characters, so that will be up soon if you're interested. Thanks for reading, my stories are usually way better.

"Miley, don't cry," Nick said sympathetically when she opened the door, her face streaked with tears.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his neck, sobbing.

"It's okay," he whispered, taking in the scent of her dark hair. It felt so right, his arms around her waist. "Come on."

He led her inside and they sat down on the couch.

"Did he say anything to you?" she asked through her sniffles.

"No," Nick lied. "I'm as surprised as you are."

She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her. "I just don't understand. I thought he liked me."

"Nobody could not like you, Miley," he told her. "Maybe there's something going on with him."

"He said that I only thought I liked him because I was afraid of how I felt about you."

Nick's eyes widened. "What?"

She shrugged. "That's what he said."

He took a deep breath, trying to slow the rapid pace of his heart. She wasn't denying she had feelings for him, but she wasn't admitting it, either. "Do you think there's any truth to that?"

"No," she said quickly. "I mean, you're my best friend. If we felt that way about each other, something would already have happened, right?"

Nick could feel his heart break. "Yeah, I guess so."

Miley sat up and looked at him. He wished he could tell what she was thinking. "Have you ever thought of me that way?"

Yes, he thought to himself, every day of my life. "Nope."

She curled up under his arm again. "I'll never be happy again."

"That's not true, Miley."

"Yes it is," she insisted. "I loved him."

Nick knew what he had to do, and he knew he would spend the rest of his life hating himself for it. "I have to go. We're in the middle of shooting a video. But I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded.

He drove back to the studio quickly, and found Joe in the dressing room. "Call her."

"What?" Joe asked, startled. He hadn't heard his brother come in.

"Call her and ask her to take you back," Nick told him.

Joe stared at his brother, confused. "But you love her."

"I know," Nick said quietly. "And I want her to be happy. She's happy with you, not me."

"Did you tell her how you feel about her?"

"No. I told her I didn't feel anything for her," Nick confessed.

"Why?" Joe asked, not waiting for a response. "I'm not getting back together with her knowing that you love her. I wouldn't do that to you; you're my brother. Go back there and tell her how you feel."

"I can't," Nick insisted.

"If you don't tell her, I will," Joe threatened, grabbing his cell phone from the counter. He started to dial Miley's phone number.

"Stop!" Nick shouted, trying to grab the phone from his brother's hands. "I'll tell her."

"Go, now."

He sighed and hurried back to his car. As he drove he planned out exactly what he was going to say to her. It had to be perfect. This was his only chance. He might lose his best friend because of it.

He knocked on her door anxiously. When she opened it, his mind went blank and he completely forgot what he had been planning on saying.

"Nick, I thought you…"

He didn't let her finish, kissing her gently. She pulled away after a moment, confusion painted on her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

She didn't sound angry, so that gave him confidence. "Miley, I lied earlier. I have never thought of you as just my best friend. I've wanted to tell you how much I love you for so long, but I was afraid that it would freak you out. Joe broke up with you because I told him that I was in love with you. I'm sorry. I know he made you happy, but if you give me the chance, I think I can make you happy, too."

"Happier," she corrected him quietly, a small smile creeping over her face. "I lied, too."

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her passionately. He had waited for so long to be able to, dreamed about it so many nights, and it was even better than he had imagined. He never wanted to let go of her.