A/N: Not a to eventful chapter but I hope you guys still liked it! 3 reviews for the next one, please! :)
"You have to promise you won't say a word to Nick!" Demi begged.
"When did this happen?"
"About two years ago."
"How come you haven't made a move yet?"
Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? He's my brothers' best friend! And on top of that I'm sure he only sees me as Nick's little sister."
"You're a year younger! That doesn't matter. Besides, all Nick wants is for you to be happy. I'm sure he would understand."
"No, I can't."
"Give me one solid good reason why you can't go after him."
"Because, it would only be out of pity." I arched my eyebrow in confusion. "Joe and Nick have been best friends from the start. He knows about our situation."
"I still don't see the problem."
"Ever since we've been in the system he's looked at us differently." I slowly started to understand. "This is why I don't like people knowing. I mean, the school doesn't even know."
"I doubt he sees you differently. Sure, he feels bad for you, but he probably only sees you as strong. Demi, you're one of the strongest people I know. Not everyone can handle what you're dealing with. You're not weak or different. You're strong."
I saw her eyes get teary. I got up from where I was sitting and hugged her. "Thank you." She said smiling.
"That's what friends are for."
Soon after, we heard the timer go off and jumped to get the brownies, which turned out perfectly. I think it's safe to say we gained a good ten pounds by the end of our food fest.
We finally crashed at around three in the morning and woke up around noon the next morning to my phone's ringtone. We both rolled over and groaned. "Ugh! Who is calling you?" Demi moaned.
I got my phone off the side table and answered it in a groggy voice. "Hello?"
"It's your dad." I shot straight up from my bed and froze.
"Are you still there?"
"What do you want?" I finally asked.
"I want to clear the air between us and make things right. I don't want you to hate me."
"Who is it?" Demi mouthed.
"My dad." I mouthed back. "What about what I want dad? Huh? I didn't' want my dad to walk out on me and my mom."
"I walked out on your mom because we weren't right anymore. I didn't walk out on you."
"You might as well have walked out on me."
"I'm trying to make things right."
"If you want to make things right then you should talk to mom." I hung up and threw my phone across the room.
"Are you okay?" Demi almost whispered.
"I'm fine." I wiped away a few tears. Demi gave me a small hug. Nick had told her everything I told him. "Let's go get some food." I said getting off the bed.
We ended up having more of the junk food we made and bought from the night before, then watched another movie. By 3:00 p.m. Nick came and got Demi. "She told me your dad called. Are you okay?" Nick asked hugging me.
"I'm fine." I reassured him with a small smile.
"What did he want?"
"He was trying to make things right, but I turned him down."
Nick arched his eyebrow. "You don't want to fix things with your dad? How come?"
I sighed in frustration. "I really do not want to talk about it."
"Don't shut me out, Miley." He put a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.
"I'm not shutting you out. I'm simply choosing not to talk about it. So please, don't push me." I pushed his hand off my shoulder and opened the front door, indicating for him to leave.
He walked over to the door and then turned to me. "I'll never give up on you, Miley. I'm always going to be here for you." He bent down and kissed my cheek then left.
My dad called for the rest of the day and most of Sunday and I only ignored him, hoping he would take a hint. "Honey, who keeps calling you?" My mom asked coming out of her room for the first time all weekend. I think she was just as annoyed as I was with the constant calls.
"It was dad."
Her face fell. "Oh, what did he want?"
"He just wanted to talk."
"About what?" I could tell she missed my dad a lot.
"I don't know; I haven't picked up."
My mom looked surprised. "Why don't you want to talk to your dad?" She asked sitting down next to me on the couch.
"He left us mom. He's a coward. I want nothing to do with him and on top of that he hurt you."
Her eyes softened. "Sweetie, you shouldn't shut your dad out like that."
"Why not? He walked out on you!"
"He's still your dad. He left m, not you."
"Why do you both keep saying that?" I stood up frustrated.
"I know it's easy to just shut him out but you can't spend the rest of your life shutting out those who hurt you just because it's easier. He left because I shut him out. You and I are similar when it comes to that. It's a bad habit to have and the sooner you can break it the better your relationships will be." Her eyes became teary. "I pushed him away. Please, don't blame him." I wrapped my arms around my mom and just let her cry into my shoulder. There was more to the story than I had realized. I was like her. I just assume the worst and then shut down. I didn't want to make the same mistake she did and lose Nick, not like that.