I woke up to someone pounding on my door. I groaned, turning over and falling off my bed. "Ugh," I mumbled, standing up. I walked out of my room, walking over to the door. I unlocked it, swinging it open only to see Miley. She was dressed in light blue skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and black pumps. Her caramel colored hair, falling gently over her shoulders. "Selena, you look like crap." She said, as I let her in. I closed the door turning to her, "Oh thanks," I mumbled. She sighed shaking her head, "Why did you leave so early yesterday?" She asked, as we sat down at my table. I chewed slightly on my lower lip, "You have to promise not to tell anyone, Miles." I begged. "Alright, I promise." She replied, waiting for me to start. "Okay, I was going up to the bathroom when some one pulled me into a room. It was Joe. And we talked, and he kissed me...and I knew Demi was his fiance, so I ran out." I admitted, feeling quilty. "Oh man, I gotta tell Demi!" She exclaimed. "No!" I cried out, a million things running through my mind. "She's one of my best friends...I have to Sel." Miley snapped. "Fine...I'll tell her." I mumbled. "Okay, get ready and I'll drive you over there." She said, as I got up and ran to my room. I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a black tank top. I pulled my black Paramore sweatshirt on, walking over to my dresser. I picked my brush up and ran it through my hair, letting my wavy locks cascade down my back. I slipped on my green converse ...
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