White House. 5/01

On Saturday, I was getting ready for Miley's party.
Selena was coming too, of course. So Joe drove me to Miley's house. When we got there, there was at least 60-70+ people there. Oh no. I thought. I really hate being in crowds like that.
Joe and I sat on a đi văng that was empty since everyone was going crazy and didn't want to waste there time not having fun.
I took a deep breath. I was kind of nervous since I don't usually come to these kind of things. "You ok?" Joe asked. "Yeah. I'm fine." I lied. I saw Chelsea walking towards us. "Joey! Can we talk?" She looked angry. "Um, can we talk later?...

Previously on Best Friends: Part 1....

Demi: "I tình yêu you."
Joe: "I tình yêu you, too! Your like my sister."
.................................................
Chelsea put her arms around Joe's neck.
Demi: Here it comes!!
Chelsea kissed Joe passionately. Joe kissed back.
Demi: "God, help me!"
.................................................
Best Friends: Part 2:

As I watch Chelsea Kiss Joe, I saw Selena and ran to her. "Hey girlie! Did bạn tell him?" Selena asked me. "Yes. And no. I told him I loved him and he đã đưa ý kiến he loved me too..." I stopped for a moment. "OMG!! That's gr-" I interrupted Selena....

Joe and I are best friends. We tell each other anything and everything. We know every secret there is to know. Even the deepest darkest secrets...

Or do we?...


The truth is, Ive loved Joe ever since kindergarten.
I don't have the nerve to tell him tho.
I mean, he might not feel the same way! He says he loves me in a "brother and sister" kind of way.

Selena is constantly telling me to get my stubborn butt over to Joe and just tell him the truth already!!

Selena's my other best friend. She likes Joe's younger brother, Nick. And Nick likes her, too.
I mean, come one! You'd have to be blind not...

It was like the world froze for me, went black and I felt I was falling.

A headache appeared, as I surprisingly opened my eyes to find myself in a vacant room, one which I have never been in hoặc seen before, with only one mirror. There wasnt any cut at my throat like I had never really attempted suicide. What made it worse hoặc even stranger, as that there were no cuts no cuts hoặc scars on my hand. I was clear. I had never seen myself like this before and just one look in the mirror made me reflect on my entire life and actually want to start all over. I stared at the mirror thinking about why...