This was previously posted on my old youtube account (Jonasbrothersrock001) but due to a few complications, I uploaded it here also, so you can read the whole thing without any missing parts.
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Miley was on a retreat from her life. She just went through a bad, messy back up with her ex boyfriend and was looking for some R&R with herself. Some her time. That is why she came to France. She may have not of been fluent in the local language, but that was what she needed. Just her and no one else.

She had already enjoyed her breakfast and lunch and was now enjoying her mid afternoon by walking down the cobblestone streets of France. It held simple beauty, and was breath taking in its own way.

As she walked and watched the leaves in the trees sway and making noise as they stirred up a light breeze, wisping some of her hair away from her face. It felt refreshing. She felt a surge of confidence from it, feeling beautiful. One of those rare moments a woman has about herself.

She looked up at the sky. Noticing the deep light blue color and a few stray clouds scattered across it. It took her back to when she would lay out on the grass for hours and watch the overview of the fluffy white figures pass overhead of her and try to figure out what it looked like. It had been a while since she looked up at the skies. Miley had been too busy to. She made a mental note to enjoy things like this again.

Not before long, she come a crossed a pastry shop and used her translation handbook she carried with her, she was able to ask for a jelly filled croissant with icing drizzled over it and a water. It was flaky, but in a good way and the warmth and taste made her salivate. When she was done she took a sip of the water to chase it down. She looked up the street a little ways and found this flower stand. She stopped and admired their beauty of each blossom and thought "what the heck, why not buy your self one." When she paid for one cream-white color rose, she took a few steps away from the stand and smelled it.

There were people around her at the stand. People walking up and down the street. It wasn't too crowded, but it wasn't almost deserted either. It had a comfortable feel to it. Her eyes opened and she drew the rose away from her face. Last thing she expected to see was her ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend out for a stroll. Coming right toward her.

"Shit. You have got to be kidding me. Out of all the places, they come here?" She was starting to panic. They hadn't seen her yet because of their laughing and smiling at each other. Miley didn't want them to see she bought herself a rose, so she grabbed the guy that was passing by her. He looked down at her hand that had a hold of his arm and then up at her with a confused look on his face. Miley's eyes begged at him as she said, "please pretend to be my boyfriend." She wasn't even sure if he knew what she was saying, but before he was able to speak, she heard her name being call.

"Fuck," she cussed quietly to herself then turned to see her ex staring right at her. She linked arms with the guy next to her. "Logan?"

"Yeah. What are you doing here," he asked while trying to keep a smile on his face as she looked from Miley and the rose to the guy standing next to her.

"I could ask you the same thing." She pressed herself around the guy's arm, squeezing it her body and noticed how firm it was. She looked over at him. His shirt laid just right so you could make out his collar bone under it and how it ran across and along the top of his broad chest and shoulders. Her eyes began to move up and she saw how amazingly defined his neck was. She was captured by it. Miley's eyes inched up to his jaw, which was perfectly shaped and then up to his lips. They looked so soft and smooth, and just so welcoming. She stared at his bottom lip for a moment and then as her eyes circled his lips a few times, she licked in her bottom lip and bit down a little, running her teeth along it as it slipped back into place. She wanted to kiss them and Miley didn't even know this guy! Then her sight moved up past Cupid's Bow on his top lip and along his nose, and settling in his eyes. She couldn't breathe as they stared right back into hers.

If Logan was saying anything, she didn't hear it.

Here was this girl he's never seen before, who stood 5 inches shorter than him, and whom was now hanging on his arm, staring at him. But he didn't feel the impulse to pull away and continue walking. He just looked back at her.

The breeze was still there and played at her hair, and her skin glowed flawlessly from the sun, making her look like a model at a photo shoot, or a goddess even. The sunlight entering her eyes made them a bright blue, making them really pop. Looking like diamonds. His heart jumped. He found it hard to turn away but when he did, he reached out to shake Logan's hand and simply said, "bonjour."

His French accent snapped her back into the situation and looked at Logan. "This is my new boyfriend. He bought me this rose." She smelled it again and then held it out to offer a whiff to Logan and his girlfriend. Then she said, "he only speaks French so, yeah..." Implying that he couldn't question him about anything.

"But you can't speak French, either." Something was fishy about this and he was starting to smell it.

Thinking on her feet, "We share something special. We don't need words to communicate and he still listens better than you did. We know what each other wants without saying it. It's a deep connection. You probably wouldn't understand." She wasn't sure what she was doing. Was she trying to make him jealous? She didn't know.

Since the guy didn't understand English, he thought it was safe to say, "for all you know, he could be a killer."

"If he was, don't you think he would have already killed me by now?" She paused before continuing, "you're just jealous that he makes me happier than you did." Then she thought to really sell it, she had to kiss him. Which she didn't mind at all. Miley leaned up on her toes and toward him, suction cupping her lips to his.

Her lips were moist against his. He understood what she was doing. And he wanted to help her out. Her arm was still around his, he rotated it a little so it was able to slip down and drape around her waist, his hand landing on the curve at the bottom of her back above her butt, and brought her body closer against his. Really selling it. They kissed for five seconds, five long heavenly seconds before both of them pulled away reluctantly. He licked at his bottom lip a little and it tasted like the pastry she snacked on prier to this.

She turned to face Logan again, the guys arm staying around her waist. "See," was all she was able to say as she tried to get her bearings back after getting a little disoriented just then. She brought her hand overtop of this guy's, which was resting on her hip and curled her fingers down through the spaces of his And he in return curved his fingers over hers.

The wind had changed direction and was now blowing from behind them, causing some of her hair to fly in front of her face and a few strands to swing over and getting stuck on her eyelid or lips. Before she was able to wipe them free, he beat her to it and tucked them behind her ear so he could continue to see her beautiful features. The hairs for the most part stayed behind her ear. Other than few rogue ones, but they didn't block his view.

Miley was using him, but he didn't mind it.

Logan felt a tug on his arm and looked at his girlfriend. The look on her face was telling him they needed to get moving. "Why don't you and your new boo, join us for dinner tonight? We are going out on a yacht…" he offered.

"I don't know. We kind of had other plans. But we will think about it," she nodded kindly and they say goodbyes and she watch them walk away. Miley walked away in the opposite direction and then she sat them on a bench and sighed.

She looked down at the rose in her hand. Miley didn't want to anymore, and tossed it away. She couldn't help but feel it would have been more special if someone else had gotten it for her. It would have had more meaning behind it.

Miley then looked over at the guy, who was still sitting next to her. He had raised an eyebrow, a bit curiously at her. She leaned back to easily slip her hand into her pocket and pulled out some money, grabbing his hand and placing it in it. "That," she pointed to the money that was now in his hand, "is for helping me." She pointed to where they stood moments before, and he followed her finger.

He nodded, but then gave it back to her. Closing her hand around it and then patting it to tell her she could keep it and that he didn't want it.

"Can you understand me," she wondered and pointed to her lips.

He took a moment, like he was processing what she said. "Eh... no," he said but he nodded his head yes.

She wasn't sure what to go by. "So you understand English?"

He brought his eyebrows together a little bit. Then he held out his hand and tilted it from side to side like a sea-saw. He watched her sigh again and lean back against the bench. He leaned forward to look to see where the rose went and got up to retrieve it. Handing it back to her.

Miley stared at it and then up at him. "I don't want it anymore." She pushed it away from her and shook her head.

He sat back down on the bench. Taking the rose and snapping off most of the stem, all but three and a half inches. And he brushed her hair back with his hand and tucked the rose in with the hair behind her ear. She looked out the corner of her eye at the rose next to her face and then over at him and he smiled a little.

She ran her fingers over its velvety peddles, and smiled a little at him. "What's your name?" She pointed to her chest where a name pin with be. "I'm Miley."

"Nicholas," he told her.

His French accent was cute and attractive to her. "Well Nicholas, are you a killer?" She joked.

He chuckled and shook his head no, but said "yes."

"Okay... we are just going to go with whatever your head down, for the answer." She nodded and laughed a little.

He was curious about Logan. "Uh, what was... your two's, bargen?"

"You mean, our deal?" He nodded, but looked like he was unsure though. A sad look can back to her face. "We had a messy break up. More messy for me, than it was for him."

He nodded, he understood most of it, but what really explained it was the look in her eyes. Nicholas wanted to cheer her up a bit but didnt know how, so he sat there awkwardly, trying to think of something quickly.

After a moment of sitting there in silence, she asked, "you wouldn't want to go on that yacht, dinner would you?" She looked up into his eyes, once again getting caught up in them.

"Let's make him jaloux." A corner of his lips curved up a little.

She quickly pulled out her translation book and found that jaloux was 'jealous'. She smiled a bit at him.

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