Miley lay in her bed. Her whole body ached, and she had the biggest headache in the world. It was true. She Miley Ray Stewart was sick. It was a beautiful summer day, and while everyone was outside swimming, and messing around, she was in her bed, thinking about every possible thing that was going wrong in her life. She remembered she had a Hannah Montana concert tomorrow night, and she remembered about all of the promotions she had to do. And then, one thing, or should she say person, crossed her mind. Nick Jonas. He was her "best friend" but she definitely wanted him to be her boyfriend. She blushed every time he talked to her, her heart fluttered every time she received a text message, or phone call from him. It was safe to say, she loved him. She closed her eyes and thought about his face, his eyes, and most importantly, his voice. It was almost like she could hear it.
"Mileyyyyyyy" she heard. She opened her eyes and there, stood the very boy she was thinking about. He was just inches away from her lips, and she knew that if one of them moved, their lips would touch.
"Hey" she said in a small voice
"Hey how are you feeling?" he said lying down next to her
"To tell you the truth, sick" she said putting her head on his chest
"That isn't obvious at all" he said wrapping his arms around her waist
She felt butterflies when he put his hands around her waist. Did he like her? Was this just because he felt bad for her?
"Are you okay?" he said
She snapped back into reality. "Yeah I'm fine" she said
He looked at her. Wow she was beautiful even when she was sick. Her eyes were crystal blue, and her face, even though she wasn't wearing any makeup, looked as beautiful as ever.
"Miley?" he said
"Yeah?" she said, looking into his eyes
"Do you believe that best friends could ever be… more then best friends?" he said
"Yeah" she said "Why do you ask?" she said with a hopeful look in her eyes
"Because, I think I'm in love with mine" he said
She looked down. He had about a billion friends. Why choose her? Why would he even consider dating her, when he could have any girl he wanted? She felt tears brim her eyes.
He saw the tears. Oh no, did he upset her? Did she not feel the same way? Well there was only one way he could tell.
"Hey, look at me" he said putting his hand under her chin
She looked up, her eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill.
"It's you" he said
"Wh- what?" she said
He took her hands in his. "Miley, I love you" he said
She looked up at him. "Nick, I love you too" she said
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding "Oh thank god" he said
She giggled and looked down at her hands. He lifted her chin up, looked into her eyes, and captured her lips in a breath taking kiss. They broke apart, and they stared into each others eyes.
Breaking the silence she said "What does this make us?"
"Well, I want you to be my girlfriend, but if you don't want to…" he said
She laughed "Of course I want to be your girlfriend" she said
He captured her lips in a short peck and said "Good, because I don't think I could live without you" he said
She lay back down on his chest, he wrapped his arms back around her waist, and they laid there for hours. She fell asleep on his chest, and he thought to himself 'This is perfect'.