(a/n: he he so I kind of decided to do a story here on Fan Fic So yeah, I hope I'm doing in Okay!!!)
Miley's POV:
Well, I'm Miley Cyrus, an average 16 year old, hated in school. I kind of predict stuff that will happen like, last week I was like I bet it's going to snow next week and guess what?! IT'S SNOWING!
These days, I'm thinking about my childhood best friend, Nick Jonas, who moved out in sixth grade. I've been wondering about him lately. What happened to him? Did he disappear? I don't know.
So, right now, I'm walking through the streets in NYC, trying to find a Christmas present for my sister. It's getting late. I should go home now, it's really crowded here, and my parents will freak out if I'm not home in like 5 minutes.
So now I'm rushing home and now OUCH! I bump with someone!
Normal POV:
Miley: "I-I—uh… Sorry"
Unknown: "It's Okay."
Miley's POV:
I swear I knew him, brown curly hair, beautiful brown eyes and that voice. He looked familiar to me. But he ran off to fast. Couldn't ask or talk…