Yes, yes. Another story. But, hey, since I was getting such positive feedback on my other story, I figured what the heck? Might as well test my luck. And I really like where I'm going with this story, I already have the next few chapters typed up, so I should be uploading pretty frequently with this. And, I'll try to stay loyal to YP too. And, when I finish both of these, I promise I will unpause all my other ones :D anyway...I hope you enjoy...

And here I was, back in the place I could never forget. The place all my best and worst memories occured. The place where I fell in love and got my heart-broken. The place where everyone knew everything. The one place I couldn't hide. And I was going back willingly.

I stepped off the plane and breathed in a big breath of the fresh Tennessee air that I've grown to miss and loathe at the same time.

"Miley!" I heard someone squeal and turned around to see Tish, my mother, running over to me with a huge smile on her face. Once she reached me, she engulfed me in a big hug and squeezed me tightly. "I've missed my baby girl so much," she whispered against my hair in that southern twang I'd almost forgotten about.

I smiled as I felt tears fill my eyes, but I brushed them away as soon as she released me. "I missed you, too, T-Mama," I quickly tried to cover for my mistake, but I saw her eyes narrow just a fraction anyway.

I guess she decided not to dwell on that because she said, "They're are some people at the house extremely happy to see you again, Miss Miley."

I felt the tears start to swell in my eyes again at the memories of all my old friends who I had simply left behind without so much as a goodbye, but I looked down so she wouldn't notice.

She took my hand and steered me inside the doors to the airport, immediately seeking out the luggage carisole. As we waited for my over-sized bags to come, Tish crossed her arms and started taping her foot. I'd almost forgotten how impatient she could be.

When they finally came she picked up two, and I did the same. We wheeled them towards the exits and walked out to the car she had driven here, just for me. She tossed me the keys and I popped the trunk, placing the two bags I had taken into it and taking the ones she had taken. We were lucky mom rented a big-ish car, or else we'd have to have put atleast one in the back seat.

I walked around to the driver side and Tish walked to the passengers side, she'd never felt exactly comfortable behind the wheel of a car and the only reason she'd driven here by herself was because she wanted me all for her own before I was bombarded with my old life and all the old people in it.

I navigated the slightly familiar roads with ease and before I knew it, I was in my old hick town. Everything looked exactly the same as the last time I was here, from Rosa's Ice Cream Shop to Barney's Cafe, nothing had changed.

When we finally reached my old house, I was surprised to see how many cars were out front. I recongized one as George's, my step father, but that was it. I guess all my old friends had started driving. Wow, I'd been gone way to long if that thought hadn't even occured to me.

I had gotten out of the car and walked to the short pathway leading up to the front door. My mom looped her arm through mine and asked hesitantly, "You ready, baby girl?"

"I don't have much of a choice mom," was all I could say and with that, we started for the door.

It was open by the time we got there and I heard someone scream, "Miley!" and then I was yanked through the doorway and passed around the room like a bag of chips.

There were even more people then I had expected, and I started wondering how they all fit it the cars outside.

Although I was definately the center of attention, nobody was actually talking to me. They were all talking to each other, saying things like, "I can't believe shes actually back" and "She looks so different" and I think I actually heard one person say "You owe me twenty bucks". But, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, I had been gone for five years. Five years. Wow. It even shocked me thinking it.

I felt the tears threaten to fall again, so I quickly started a conversation with the pair of hands who currently held me, who, coincidentally, happened to belong to my old bestfriend. Taylor. "Tay!" I shouted over the roar of people around us.

"Smiley!" she shouted back, tightly squeezing me and rocking me. When she pulled away she said, "I missed you so much! How could you just pick up and leave? No cards. No emails. No-"

"I know, I'm sorry!" I said, cutting her off. "I've been a terrible bestfriend, do you think you can forgive me?" I asked slightly desperate.

She laughed and shook her head. "How could I be mad at my bestfriend?" she asked back with a grin on her face.

I shrugged, smiling,and hugged her again.

I felt somebody tap my shoulder so I released Taylor and turned around to find another one of my bestfriends, Emily. "Miles!" she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

"Emmy!" I said, hugging her again. "How've you been babe?"

She let me go and shrugged, "Eh, alright. But, I'm a whole lot better know that you're back!" She replyed. "But, that doesn't matter. How have you been?" she asked.

I smiled as she changed the subject off of herself, just like old times, and said, "I've actually been really good. My dad and I have been traveling all over the country for these past couple of years. You'll never believe where I've been! New York, Cali, D.C.-"

"Well doesn't that sound awesome?" someone asked from behind me, cutting me off.

I turned around to find a curly head of hair that was the only thing that hadn't changed about the person they belonged too. This person now had perfect teeth, no acne, no glasses, and looked way better than I had imagined him looking. This person happened to be my best bestfriend.

Nick.