The eighteen year old smiled looking around the airport while holding her carry on. Looking around, her heart sped up. Where was he, she asked herself. She was leaving. Heading off to college and he wasn't okay with it. Why would he be? They'd been inseparable their entire lives. How was he supposed to be okay with her moving to New York, all the way across the country?

Joe shook his head, "I don't think he's coming," he muttered rubbing his best friend's bare shoulder. He sighed in disappointment while shaking his head, how could Nick do this, he asked himself,

"Right," she nodded putting on a fake smile, "it's fine. I mean, we said our goobyes last night and-" tears escaped her bright blue eyes, "it's fine," she told herself again, "I mean, we were bound to leave each other sometime, right?" Although they were just best friends, Nick meant the world to her. She didn't know how she was going to be able to live without him, but she knew she'd find a way.

"Last boarding call for flight 356 to New York City," the gate woman said into the amp system.

"Bye," Demi cried hugging her best friend for the millionth time that day, "I love you, call me when you get there, and have a safe flight."

"Okay," she nodded, "I love you too, Dems."

"Miles," her dad smiled opening his strong fatherly arms as he stood there next to Jackson.

"Daddy," she giggled hugging him tightly, "I love you, take care of yourself, okay," Miley questioned running a hand through his neatly combed gelled up hair. Even since her mom died, she was the one who was taking care of him, but now, she was leaving, making a name for herself, making a life for herself.

He nodded before kissing my forehead and sending me off to Jackson who rolled his tear-filled eyes. "I hope you have an awful time," he chuckled pulling her into a bear hug, "I love you, sis," he whispered before giving her a nuggie.

She laughed hysterically before hitting him upside the head, "I love you too, you goofball, try to find a job, okay? I hear McBronalds is hiring," she teased sticking her tongue out.

Looking around one last time, she sighed before waving at everyone before getting onto the large plane.

Demi smirked at Joe before letting out a quiet giggle, "she's still going to kill him," she laughed watching her friend board the plane.

Going to the first class section, her daddy always got her the best, she went to find her seat, 5A. Opening the above compartment above her seat, she put her bag up before sitting down and buckling up next to another passenger on the plane. Feeling her phone vibrate, she looked down to see a text message from Nick. Wiping the tears away from her almot-flawless face, she sighed before opening it.

Nick: Hi.

"Hey," the passenger next to her scoffed, "you know, it's very rude to ignore the person your sitting with on the plane."

She didn't look up from the message she was typing, "sorry," she apologized quickly, her fingers moving quickly on the touch screen.

"Miley," he laughed nudging her arm.

She looked at him weirdly, "how do you know my nam- oh my gosh," she gasped hitting Nick in the head, "you ass!"

He chuckled ducking his head to block her hits, "sorry," he apologized, "I wanted it to be a surprise and-"

"What are you doing here," she questioned with a big smile now plastered to her tear stained cheeks.

"Going to find an apartment with my girlfriend in New York City," he explained nodding as if it were no big deal

Miley was now beyond confused, "what girlfriend," she asked looking around.

"You," he mumbled before grabbing her face with his strong and muscular hands before kissing her passionately.