Flashback
"Thank you all and goodnight!" Miley Stewart. a.k.a. Hannah Montana, said just before she ran off stage. It was her final concert of her world tour, and while she loved performing, she was glad to be back in L.A. and that she was going to sleep in her own bed that night. She ran into her dressing room to find her boyfriend, Nick Jonas, sitting on the couch.
"Hey you!" She said, ripping off her wig and locking the door.
"I'm glad you're back." Nick smiled up at her. She sat next to him on the couch and took her wig cap off. She kissed him for a moment.
"Can I ask you a question?" Nick looked sad that she pulled away.
"Sure I guess." He replied.
"When are we going to go public? Like with the fact that we're dating? We've been dating for over a year." Miley had been trying to convince Nick for months that they should go public with their dating, only their friends and family knew.
"Miles," Nick said, since he obviously wasn't going to give her the answer that she was looking for. "You know that I don't feel comfortable sharing my personal life with everyone. Why does it matter who knows, you and me are happily in love. Shouldn't that be all that matters?" Miley didn't really want to get in an argument at this moment, but Nick was irritating her.
"What are you saying? That what I want doesn't matter?"
"No, I'm just saying that you're being unreasonable."
"I'm being unreasonable? You're the one who promised, you promised me, that months ago you'd be ready. Once you knew that we were in it for the long run. It's been a year. A year. I'm ready." Miley was exasperated. This seemed like such a stupid fight, but it had been coming up over and over again for weeks.
"Why do you care so much?" He stood up. They were both shouting now.
"I love you. I love you so much, and all I want to do is to be able to show it. All the time. No matter who's watching. I mean, I'm good at keeping secrets. I've kept the Hannah secret for so long. But people are already guessing, I mean, I'm always with you. The paparazzi always catches me with you. We wouldn't even have to say anything. Please, Nick, you don't even listen to me."
"I'm listening, I just understand what's wrong with our current arrangement. I think it's working fine."
"Well I don't. You know, this has been going on for months and it's easily the stupidest fight we've ever had! There has got to be some other reason why you're arguing this so much, what's wrong?" Miley was crying now, and they didn't realize that there were all sorts of people standing outside the door.
"Fine. You want to know what's wrong? I..I've been trying to find the right time to break up with you." He didn't know what possessed him to say that. He didn't want to break up with her at all.
"Then just leave. Just break up with me and leave!" Miley cried. And he left.
End of Flashback
Miley woke up crying. It had been over a year since they broke up, and she still dreamed of it once in a while. She went through the rest of that day in a daze. Dreaming of him always put her in a funk. She was taking a break from a CD signing when her phone rang. She quickly answered it without looking.
"Hello?"
"Miley?" She hung up at the sound of his voice and ran.
