Heyy guys. I just read the Miley Cyrus biography, and this idea came into my head. So I decided to give it a go. There are no names so it's all legal! Yay! We're happy. Have fun with it. Peace out. Rawwrrr xx

Summary- Did you love her? I don't know. Did you love me? I still do.

No ones POV…

They sat in that tree house for hours. Staring at the stars through the holes in the roof. She remembered when these walls had been nothing but simple blankets, soaked by the rain. She remembered all the times she'd been up here with Noah, her little sister. Playing checkers then watching the sky like they'd never seen it before. She remembered the time when her father, always hell bent on finishing things, came up here to help Trace finally make it into something. They all seemed so long ago, before time had begun. Like a distant memory, just lost in the stream of things. Now, again here she was with Prince Charming, mourning the lost of time that they never spent together. She had never been one to reflect, but now she couldn't help thinking on all the times they became what they were today. Like the Elizabeth Glaser Paediatric AIDS Foundation benefit. The day she met him. In the flesh, there he was in all his glory. She remembered his face perfectly. Cute but handsome at the same time. It felt weird to her. Seeing him then, and seeing him now. He was different but the same. He had the childlike quality, but the stamina of a man too. It was hard to find that. She admired him for it. To be able to be the kid but the parent at the same time.

She remembered the 'Egg Roll'. When they were on a break. Or 'taking time' they'd said before. She remembered the way he walked up to her, asked her if she wanted to dance, then proceeded to kiss her. Making up for lost time. Until that point her life was out of balance. But when he kissed her, everything was right in the world. She was back where she'd belonged. That was her favourite memory. With him. She'd often wished it to repeat again and again over the last five years. Sometimes it almost came true, but there was always something in the way. Justin, Selena, Work, Friends…they all were there. But the one thing that always stayed the same was that she loved him. No matter his feeling. She. Loved. Him. She still did, sitting in that old tree house. She looked at him, still staring at the roof. His face illuminated by the stars. He was beautiful. She instantly felt a wash of regret run through her. How could she let him slip away? Just let him go like that. She should have fought for him. Not give up. Not accept his excuses. Fought harder than she ever would. Did. Just try to win him back. But she didn't. She watched him walk away that December. Away from her. And she cried. But crying didn't work. So she consoled herself with this. "If he loves you; he'll come back."

He never did come back. Even at the 'Golden Globes' when they saw each other for the first time in a year. When they talked again without the need of microphones and music. When they were kind and respectful, not clawing his throat out, like she should have. He didn't come back when he asked her to feature on the album. Sing a song about them. But singing that song made her happy. In some strange way. In some strange way, she let him know that she loved him. Enough to sing about him openly. Guess he didn't see that did he? And when she went to Georgia. To film 'The Last Song', he didn't come back. Though he kissed her. There in front of cameras. He kissed her. And she liked it. He came to see her. Went water skiing with her. But he didn't come back. Didn't say, 'be my girlfriend.'. Like she wanted him to. Like everybody wanted him to. So she distracted herself. With Justin, Liam…all of them. Even Codey. But nothing was like what she had with him.

She realised that she was still staring at him, and him at her. They didn't speak, didn't even whisper. Just stayed there in the silence for so long. He was remembering something. She just knew it. Because she knew him. She knew that when his eyes glassed over like they were now. He was thinking, remembering. When his breath deepened, he was nervous. And when he closed his eyes, he wanted to be alone. She knew him because they were the same. The same people, in two bodies. Soul mates…but not together. Like they should have been from the start. "I've missed you." He whispered. Interrupting her thoughts. But not unwelcome. She loved to hear his voice.

"Yeah?" she doubted he did. Just saying that, to say it. Make her feel happy. Build her hope in something that had no possibility. He nodded solemnly.

"More than I would have liked." It should have hurt her. Be it any other person saying it. But he never liked being vulnerable. Being dependent on others. He was never that guy. He wanted people to depend on him, not the other way round. She smiled.

"That's good to know." She told him. She kept that demure face, while inside she was doing cartwheels. She was happy again. He missed her. Really truly missed her. That was a good sign. "I missed you too." She spoke.

"Good." He praised. "It's so peaceful here. Not even a sound." He said. He was right of course.

"That's because it's two am." She countered. He laughed quietly. Looking out the window on to the farm, which was all but nearly abandoned.

"I guess your right." He said. Giving in.

"I always am." She joked. He looked at her and smiled. He laughed again.

"Always?" he questioned. His eyebrow cocked above his eye.

"You know it." She whispered. His shoulders shook with an oncoming laugh. He was animated tonight. Happy. Smiling. "What's with the optimism?" she asked.

"It's sounds weird. But I feel like I'm thirteen again. Like all that's happened in seven years hasn't. Like nothing changed between us." He explained. She smiled. He remembered them. When they talked for hours on the phone, just minutes after leaving each others company. Like the first night they met. At that benefit. After that dinner. After that phone call. After her sleeping with it against her cheek. She felt uplifted. Like she was at that time herself. Feeling the rush of first love.

"It doesn't sound weird. I know what you mean. I feel…exhilarated. Happy. It's a strange feeling. But…I like it. Somehow." She whispered back. He nodded and smiled. She kept his eyes. Forcing him to look at her. His eyes, they were warm. Familiar. Cosy.

"I keep thinking about all the mistakes I've made with us. All the things I could have done better. Like not leaving. Or not moving to Texas, when you needed me the most. But not just me, all of us. My brothers, my parents. You needed us, and I persisted in us moving away. From you. From everybody. The way I was adamant that I wouldn't miss you. Filling the hole…no gorge…that you left behind with Selena and Demi. I should have known that if I needed two people to replace you, that you were more than just some girl. You were extra-ordinary. You are extra-ordinary. And here I am, and I just can't help to think why? Why did I think Selena would be just as good as you? Why did I think that my life was complete without you in it? Why did I think that I could be normal, without you? Destiny, you're one of a kind. You're it. You're that thing everyone wants. What I want. And right now, all I can do is kick myself for walking away from you." He spoke, not whispering this time. Angry, but not with her. With himself. But how could he be angry? He was here now wasn't he? She wanted to say this. To say, it's fine, I'm over it. But she couldn't. Only one thing played over in her mind. Again and again.

"Did you love her?" she asked quietly. He looked at her more deeply, seeing if she wanted the true answer.

"I don't know. I don't think so. Something didn't click with her. I liked her enough." He told her quietly. All anger faded from his voice.

"Did you love me?" she asked. His face softened even more.

"I still do." He whispered. "It's stupid, I know. But I still feel the same as when I was thirteen. When I met you, talked to you on the phone that night. I think that's the first time that I realised that I really liked you. I slept with that phone in my hand all night. I didn't let go. I still feel like that. Or when I was sixteen, in Georgia. I kissed you, and I know I shouldn't have. But it felt right. And…and I don't regret it. Not even now. I love you now, like I loved you then."

"I love you too." She told him. He looked shocked. "I know I shouldn't. I shouldn't feel like this, but if we're going to do this. I'm gonna do it right. I love you. Just like I loved you seven years ago. I should, but I don't care if you broke my heart. I don't care that you dated one of my best friends. I don't care that you kissed me with no intention of ever finishing the thing. I don't care that you left me defenceless. All I care is that at one point I loved you and you loved me. All I care is that, right now, we're sitting in my brother's old tree house at two am. All I care is that we're here. We're not fighting, or writing songs to hurt each other. We're talking, like should have been for a long time now."

"Loving me's a stupid thing to do, Destiny. I could break your heart without even knowing it." He told her cautiously. She knew he was warning her, but not wanting to push her away.

"I'm twenty years old. It's too late to tell me what I should and shouldn't do." She scolded. He laughed.

"So what do we do now?" he asked. She didn't know. But she knew that being separated from him was not advisable.

"Well, for start we can go inside." She said.

"Why?"

"I'm freezing." She joked.

"Fine. Then?"

"Then we can work something out over a cup of ovaltine." They laughed. Times had been hard for the pair of star-crossed singers. They loved each other, but things just aren't that simple sometimes.

So what do you think? It's relatively short but I like it. Rate and review please. Make me happy! Love Love. Rawwrrr xx.