I've been asking my parents over and over since I turned 12, "Is there such thing as love at first sight?". They say it's true for some people. I didn't believe them, so I continue asking them. Although, ever since I met Miley Stewart A.K.A Hannah Montana, I totally dropped the subject.
Yes, I know her secret, but I don't know how she feels about me. That's why I'm gonna tell her how I feel tonight at the concert with her. I hope with all my might that she feels the same way.
"Nick! Get up!!" Joe yelled, throwing a pillow at me.
"Five more minutes..." I groaned, turning over in the other direction in bed.
"Fine, you give me no other option," he replied. "NICK!! MOM'S MAKING BLUEBERRY WAFFLES!! SHE WANTS TO KNOW HOW MANY YOU WANT!!".
"I'll have eight!" I shouted, bolting upright in bed.
"Gotcha! I love when I have to resort to trickery!" Joe hooted, prancing around happily.
"Why? Why must you treat me this way?" I asked, trying to sound medieval-like.
"Because it's fun!!" Joe said. He's so immature.
Well, tonight's the concert. When I tell Miley how I really feel toward her. I am so nervous!
I wonder if Joe likes Lily, I mean, he acts all sweaty and nervous around her. Wait, why am I concerning Joe?
"Mom really is making those waffles" Joe told me.
"I'm getting the first eight!!" I yelped, running out of the room.
"No fair! I want the warm ones!!" Joe whined, running after me.
Miley's POV
This morning, I woke up with a note on my door saying that said Dad was making breakfast. It was from Jackson as a warning. Dad is such a bad cook! I just hope he doesn't make the Billy Ray Breakfast Burrito again.
"Miles! It's time for breakfast!" Dad called from downstairs.
"Okay, Daddy!" I called back, hopping off the computer.
I ran downstairs and sat at the table to see a burned something and a brownish yellowish something; two colors that do not go together.
"What is this, Daddy?" I asked, faking a smile.
"Why, it's a brand new Billy Ray Breakfast item, darlin'," Dad replied.
"What's it called?".
"Billy Ray Bacon & Eggs".
I cut a bite and stuck it in my mouth. It was a mixture of baby barf and vomit taste. I turned up to Dad and smiled.
"Yum!!" I lied.
As soon as his back turned, Jackson and I each fought for the milk carton, wanting th horrible taste out of our mouth.
Nick's POV
The Concert
Alright, this is my big moment. This is when I tell my true love, Miley Stewart how I really feel about us. How I want to hold her in my arms forever, how I need her in my life, how I-
"Nick! C'mon! Hannah's here!" Kevin yelled from backstage.
I walked out from my dressing room and went to where Joe, Kevin, and Hannah were all standing.
"Hey Nick. Ready to rock?" Hannah asked.
"Oh, I'm ready to do much more than that" I assured her.
Looking confused, Hannah took my hand and dragged me into her dressing room.
"What do you mean?" she asked, still looking confused.
"Miley, I have to tell you something" I told her, unsure if I still wanted to tell her.
"What?" she asked, eager to hear.
"Miley, I love y-"