A/N: This is my first story, so reviews would be appreciated so I can improve! I hope you like it! :)

So, my story starts here. They day I was born. Ok, well, it was the day I was born. What more is there to say? Anyway, on exact day 6 years later, well, that was the day I met him. The love of my life. Yeah, know what you're thinking, she's six years old, she can't fall in love. But, I did, just as fate willed it. Oh, did I introduce myself? Yeah, my name's Miley. Blah, blah, unique name, I get it. At least it's better than Destiny Hope.

So, on the fateful day I turned 6, I met Nick. Turns out he had moved next door to us, and my mom wanted the neighbors to feel welcome, therefore bringing Nick to my birthday party. Even as a six year old, I noticed the shine in his deep brown eyes. I was so distracted by him; I noticed and remembered the way he stumbled across the floor awkwardly, the way he shyly turned away from everybody, and they way he would look down at his shoes, for the lack of nothing to do. Then I introduced myself to him. I marched over, and stuck out my hand saying "Hey, I'm Miley."

"Um, hey… Miley. I'm Nick," He muttered quietly. He shook my hand softly and the let it go.

"Well, you know, you could wish me a Happy Birthday," I teased him.

"Happy birthday, congrats on turning.."

"Six."

"Well, happy sixth birthday."

"Thanks."

I remember how he made everything so awkward, but of course, it only made me fall for him more. I saw him again, and slowly, a friendship began, then the friendship got stronger, and then it came the day I declared him my best friend, and we sat under our special tree in happiness. "Best friends forever." And that was it, he was my only true best friend. Sure, I made other friends, but most of them betrayed me. When they did, Nick would always be there for me, threatening to beat them up. But over the years, I fell out of love for him, when I realized that we would never be boyfriend and girlfriend. We were best friends, I wasn't going to be crazy. I still loved him, but as a brother. However, I convinced myself it was for the best. He would still always be there for me, just like the way I would always be there for him. And that was why it surprised me so much when high school started rolling around.

You see, that was when his head started getting bigger. I clearly remember the day he started slowly drifting away from me.

It was just past noon, and we were both lying under our tree in my backyard. The tree that had Miley + Nick = BFF etched in the trunk of it. Juvenile, I know, but we were 7 back then, and even now, we still loved that spot.

"Don't worry, Nick I know you'll make the football team, you're great!" I coached him.

"Yeah, I know I am." I slapped him across the shoulder. "But seriously, what if I don't?"

"I know you will, so stop whining!"

"Fine… Oh I almost forgot, I want to give you something!"

"Really? What?"

"Well, I know how much you love bracelets and junk, so—" I interrupted him with another smack. "Fine, maybe I just won't give it to you," he declared, slowly walking away from me. I ran after him.

"Aw, no, Nick, I'm sorry… come on! Show it to me."

"No," he smirked and started walking away more.

I followed him, and put on my puppy dog face. "Please, Nicky, pwetty pwease?"

"Don't call me that!"

"I won't if you show me what you were going to give me."

"Fine, deal." He stated, and he slowly drew out a small bag and dumped the contents of it out onto my hand. Inside, there was a delicate chain bracelet, with a charm of a small Yorkshire Terrier on it.

"That's so pretty! But what's with the yorkie?" I inquired.

He chuckled a little and stated, "You remind me of one."

"How?"

"Well, let's see, yorkies are demanding, annoying—" He stopped talking as I shot him a glare, then continued. "And sometimes nice and the hair is kinda like yours.

I self consciously touched my hair and he laughed. I smacked him softly once more. I looked over at him.

"Hey, Nick, can you help me put the bracelet on?"

"Yeah, sure," He fastened the bracelet on my wrist, and then we heard a car honk.

We both glanced past the house, and saw Nick's mom by the curb.

"Hey, I gotta go now," Nick said, as he walked to the tree to collect his belongings.

"Ok, well, good luck with the football team! Don't forget me if you suddenly strike the popularity gold!" I joked.

"Don't worry, Miles, I'm never going to forget you."

"Pinky promise?"

We crossed our pinkies as he repeated, "pinky promise."

His mom honked again, and he ran off to leave. "Bye!" he yelled.

"Bye!"