Last Love

"When You Look Me in the Eyes"

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characterrs or songs used in this story.

A/N: Hey guys! Shannon here(: But you can call me Shay. Anyways, this is my first story on fanfiction and I really hope to continue it for a while. Ihope all of you like it and let me know what you think! Thanks!

"MILEY! MILEY! HAVE YOU SEEN MY WALKIE?" My mom yelled from down the hall.

"I THINK YOU LEFT IT IN ONE OF THE DRESSING ROOMS MOMMA!" I yelled coming down the hall to meet up with my mom.

I love her job. She works as stage crew for a local arena in Tennessee. Tonight the Jonas Brothers were coming to perform. And all I have to say is "Great". I dislike pop stars who think they are the best. And I know they are all like that. But anyways, my name is Miley Ray Stewart. I am 15 and loving every minute of it. My dad left me and my mom for his acting career 10 years ago. I tried to follow in his footsteps but I didn't want to leave my family behind. So now I am currently backstage at the Tennessee arena because that is what my mom and I do. I started this when I was about 10 when I had no choice but to come to work with my mom since I had no one to watch me at home. I helped out just to pass the time while I waited for my mom to be done with work. Now this is what I do and plan on doing for a long time.

"Mom, I can't find it anywhere. Can't you just get a new one from the supply closet?" I asked my Mom still searching around the hallway.

"Miley, I'd rather not waste a good walkie talkie." My mother said helping me look around.

"Baby, do me a favor and look in the dressing room." My mom said with a sigh of frustration.

"But I just looked Momma. It's not there." I said with a moan of annoyance.

"Did you look in the one the boys will be using?" my mom asked putting her hands on her hips.

She knows how much I dislike them. All of their things were already set up in there because they asked if their people could come and set up for them a week in advance. I could already tell they were stuck up.

"No." I said, aggravation dripping in my voice.

"Go check please." She said still giving me that stance she's had for the past minute.

"Fine!" I yelled and stomped off to the dressing room.

I was so annoyed with this. I knew they would be coming within minutes. So I rushed to the dressing room and as soon as I walked in, I saw a beautiful acoustic guitar in front of me. I tried to stop the magnetic force pulling me towards it but I couldn't. I've always had a liking for music and I've always liked playing my dad's old guitars that my Mom gave me after he left. I absolutely loved singing though. It's like it was meant for me. I picked up the beautiful guitar and instantly I start to strum. I start to sing whatever comes to mind.

I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreamin' but
There's a voice inside my head sayin',
You'll never reach it.
Every step I'm taking,
Every move I make feels,
Lost with no direction
My faith is shakin'
But I, I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gunna be another mountain
I'm always gunna wanna make it move
Always gunna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gunna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb!

I sang whatever came to my mind. Whenever I get a feeling in the pit of my stomache I have to sing it out. And for some reason I had a feeling something good was to happen. I kept strumming the guitar. I heard someone say the Jonas Brother's had arrived while I was singing but I didn't know where it was coming from so I continued to play.

As I continued to strum, I heard the door click. And I froze when I saw who it was. Oh God. It's…its Nick. I thought to myself when he walked in. He was even more flawless in person. I always thought his brothers were annoying but whenever I saw him in magazines and such I had a feeling he wasn't like that. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled. That's when I knew we clicked

. He gave me a wide smile, something you never really see out of him.

"Uhm…I'm sorry. I was looking for my mom's walkie talkie and I saw the guitar and I –"I started to say but he just put his hand up for me to stop.

"It's perfectly fine. I overheard you. You were really good. Oh I'm sorry. I'm Nick." He said as he put his hand out. I hesitantly took it.

"I'm Miley. And I was just fooling around. I normally don't do this. I was looking for my Mom's walkie and I saw the guitar and I fell in love with it."I said getting up from the makeup chair and putting the guitar back on the stand.

"Oh I've had this for a while now. And I do agree, it is a beauty." He said looking at me in a way no one's ever looked at me before.

My heart dropped when I found out it was his. I felt like I was invading his property and I felt guilty.

"Oh, I didn't know it was yours. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"He cut me off for the second time.

"No, don't even worry about it. It's perfectly fine." He said with a smile. I just wanted to melt.

I blushed and looked down. I felt his smile burning through me. I could feel the red rushing to my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my Mom's walkie on the couch.

"Uhm… I better get my Mom's walkie and get out of your way." I said and went over to the couch and grabbed the device. As I was leaving I tripped on the corner of the coffee table and I closed my eyes before I could hit the floor. But then I felt a strong pair of arms around me. I don't think I hit the floor. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Nick staring down at me, his arms still around me. I quickly get up and straighten out my shirt as he let go.

"Are you okay?" he asked me concern dripping in his voice.

"I'm okay." I looked down and blushed as a grin was spreading across my face. I felt his grin going straight through me once again. I started for the door. I opened it and turned.

"Oh and thank you… Nick." I said with a smile across my face. He just smiled at me and I left. I've never felt this way about anyone before and it felt great. I really like him. Oh my God. Did I seriously just tell myself that? But that wasn't the real question. The real question was if it was the truth? And I can honestly say that it was the truth.

I finally found my Mom and gave her the walkie. I heard screaming fans from the arena. I then heard my name coming from the walkie talkie that was clipped to my belt. I picked it up.

"Go ahead." I said into the talkie.

"Uhm… Miley, Nick Jonas wishes to speak to you privately in his dressing room." Dan said from the other end.

Dan is one of the other crew members and he was like a big brother to me. I've known him for the longest time even before my Dad left us.

"Uhm…okay. I'll be right down." I said with confusion in my voice.

I walked swiftly to the dressing room and knocked on the door. And before I knew it, there he was. A flawless, lightly makeup-ed Nick. He was so perfect. Oh my God he was so cute. Oh my God what am I thinking? This cannot be happening. It wasn't supposed to be happening. I walked into the room and sat down on the couch and then he came over and sat down next to me.

"Okay, I'm here. What's up?" I asked smoothly. I was surprised at myself for being that smooth and cool in front of him.

"Uhm… I know we just met and all and we barley know each other…but… Uhm… I would really like to get to know you…maybe over dinner…tomorrow night?"He asked.

And then that was when our beautiful relationship started.

A/N: Okay...sooo... hate it? like it? love it? I hope you atleast like it! Okay well....Review please! Shay(:

PS: I wanted to give a special thank you to a good buddy of mine, KL (YKWYA) if it wasn't for her, I don't think this would be on this website right now! :D