1. Smooth Miley. Smooth.

Miley sat cross legged on her bed just staring into space. The morning sun was shining through her window. "A year" Miley whispered to herself. Just then she felt her phone vibrating under her, she jumped when she felt it, she quickly picked it up and hit the green button to answer the call not bothering to see who it was, just as she was about to put it to her ear….she dropped it "Crap" she muttered. Just then she heard a light chuckle on the other end of the phone. She froze. She knew that laugh anywhere…but no she thought to herself….it couldn't be. But then, the voice on the other end of the phone confirmed what she was thinking.

"Miley?". Once again. She froze. "Miles is that you?". Shit.She thought to herself. "Sorry….I must have a wrong num…" the voice started to say. Miley snapped out of it.

"NO!….uh…yeah it's me, I…uh, I mean, uh…I, uh…dropped my…uh phone….sorry" smooth Miley. Smooth. She mentally slapped herself for stuttering. He left out a small chuckle. I missed that was all she could think. She missed his laugh, and his smile, his voice….just him in general.

"So…how are you?" he asked, seriously Nick? Seriously? You call me after a year of not talking and ask me how I am?

"Why did you call?" Miley blurted out, covering her mouth after she had. "I mean…" she took a deep breath "We haven't talked in like a year, then you call me and ask me how I am? We both know that's not why you called? So why did you?"

"I…just want to talk…." his voice trailed off. Talk? Talk about what? How we broke each others hearts?

"I'm listening" Miley replied not knowing what else to say.

"In person" was the next thing she heard. In person? He want to…he wants to meet me?…oh boy…

Miley let out a loud sigh "Fine. Ten o' clock" she replied into the phone and before Nick could answer….she hung up. She didn't need to tell him where…he knew.