Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers. At least not in reality I don't. But, seriously, who needs a reality when you've got dreams?

Coming Back To My Everything

T W O-S H O T

Chapter 1: Her Return

Why would he care about her? There wasn't one valid reason for him to give her a second glance at all. Not after what she did to him in the past. She had left him when he needed her the most. When he needed her the most was when she packed her bags and stalked right out of his life. Had he tried to contact her after she left? Of course he had! He'd sent email after email. Phone call after phone call, but she didn't dare reply to any one of them in fear of giving him hope that she's actually return.

Now, seven years later, here she was. Standing in front of one of the most memorable places she'd ever been; the place where it all started and ended for her. Where she stood right now was where she had done the greatest and stupidest things in her life. Right here was where she had first kissed the legendary teen rock star Nick Jonas. Here was where he had asked her to be his girlfriend, to which she gladly accepted. In this very spot before her was where he had confessed his undeniable feelings to her, which she readily returned. Yet, here was the very spot that he told the news to her, where he uttered the very words that caused her world to go spiralling out of control. Here was where she told him she could no longer be involved with him.

Here was where Miley Stewart stood.

Tears filled her eyes as she dropped to her knees, She crawled forward, not caring if the green grass stained her Sevens jeans. Hot tears trickled down her face as she took in the scene before her, one that had hardly changed over the past years if anyone else were to look at it. But to Miley, it seemed foreign. It had been much too long since she had been here, a place that held memories, both good and bad.

The surroundings hadn't change. It was still right in the heart of Malibu California, not far from Miley's house. The playground still stood near by, the big red slide gleaming in the sun light. The chained swings still swung right next to the slide, creaking as the light breeze pushed them forward. The bench still stood a mere six feet away from where she was sitting, the pine wood slightly scratched but otherwise fine. But the tree she was seated in front of seemed older and leaner. The trunk of the tree had faded into a greyish hue, cuts plastered all over it displayed to the public eyes, as if presenting the hardship the tree had endured in its long years.

Miley slowly reached up and ran her fingers of the scratches that covered the tree. Her heart beat quickened as she slowly circled the tree. She felt her eyes drop shut as she stopped a few steps from where she had previously been sitting. She was not only afraid to open her eyes, afraid that what she might see would bring back the awful pain that she had been trying to tolerate through the past seven years, but she was worried that what she had hoped to see would no longer be there. Maybe it had erased over time, like she had. Maybe after the long years it had slowly vanished, knowing that she wouldn't return to see it again.

Miley curled her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut. It couldn't be gone. It just couldn't be, not after all Miley had done to come back. It was the last and final thing she needed to see to prove to her, that at one point she and Nick had once been together. Then, gradually, Miley's eyes fluttered open and her heart slam into her chest. Her breathing had stopped and she felt herself grow slightly dizzy. She couldn't believe it, even if their love hadn't survived over the long years this had. A marking that proved the two had once been in love, had once been one. Miley continued to stare at what was in front of her.

N. J & M. S Forever and Always

For the second time that day since she had arrived at the park, Miley felt tears run down her face. Hesitantly, she reached up and traced her slim fingers over the letters that Nick had engraved in the tree almost eight years ago. She remembered the night clearly, it was right after the Valentines Day Dance that Miley's school was having for the Valentines Day occasion and she had asked Nick to come along with her, him being her boyfriend and all.

"You can't catch me!" sixteen year-old girl came rushing out from the far end of the park, her shoes gripped tightly in one hand while the other held up her dress as she sprinted across the grass bare foot.

"Wanna bet?" A deep voice called out from behind her, and seconds later a teen-age boy emerged from where Miley had just been, grinning as his curly dark hair fell into his face running across the park, after the girl. The girl, who was a few feet ahead of the boy, paused for a moment glancing over her shoulder to see where the boy was. Her eyes widened when she realized that the boy was hot on her heels. She squealed before taking off, desperately trying to out run the boy.

Luck hadn't been on her side though; within seconds another shriek was heard as the boy had caught up, grabbed the girl around the waist and swung her around. Then, having a secure grip on her slim waist, the boy threw the girl over his shoulder. She squealed noisily, and began to bang her fist onto the boys back protesting loudly. "Nick Jonas put me down this instant!" she cried as her hair whipped around in the air.

He laughed out loud. "What if I don't want to?" He asked smirk placed onto his handsome face.

The girl frowned from her spot on his shoulder. "If you don't, you'll seriously regret it!" She announced after a few minutes, a self-satisfied grin settled on her flushed face.

"Is that a threat?" The boy asked, tightening his grip on the girl. His finger's lightly grazed her legs and if the girl had noticed she didn't show it, as she remained quiet not responding to what the boy had asked. "You know," he added as an after thought, lightly lifting the girl off his shoulder and placing her on the ground before him, "most girls would do anything to be where you just were."

"Well Nick, I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet but I'm not like 'most girls'." She said as she smiled, she reached up to run her hands through his silky brown curls.

Nick reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and letting his eyes drop shut as her fingers moved over his scalp. "Oh, I've noticed, Miley. But I like my girls different, so you don't need to worry about that."

Miley laughed as Nick wrapped and arm around her waist pulling her to him. "Do you?"

Nick nodded, he popped one eye open and watched Miley. "But you want to know what else I like?" A sly smile crept onto his face. "When girls like you kiss me."

With that he leaned in and pressed his lips to her, and he tightened his grip on her waist. Miley moved her arms forward wrapping them around his neck. The kiss was short and sweet, and before long Nick pulled away, but kept his arms around her tight, hugging her to his chest.

"Did you enjoy the dance?" Nick asked burying his face into her vanilla scented hair.

Miley nodded into his chest. "Yes I did, but it was weird having those girls glare at me because I've managed to score the guy that they all thought they'd end up marrying."

"Really, I hadn't noticed." Nick answered, smiling at her.

Miley pulled back from him and raised a perfectly done eyebrow at him. "So you're trying to tell me that you didn't notice any of those girls at were drooling over you at the dance today?"

Nick grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, not really anyways. I only had eyes for you, babe." He threw in a roguish wink.

Miley laughed, swatting him across the chest lightly. "I'm glad then. I could easily say the same; you were hands down the most gorgeous guy there."

"Well, I suppose you're right. Plus, there is you're whole schools female population that would back you up on that." He replied innocently. "So, I'll have to agree with you on it."

Miley's blue eyes widened in mock horror, "And what happened to only having eyes for me?"

"Well, my eyes tend to wander, especially when I'm getting you punch. Those girls seriously can't take no for an answer." He scoffed. "Honestly, they think that I'd leave you--who happened to look beautiful in that stunning dress--for them."

"That's so sweet…I think." Miley cried her cerulean eyes shinning brightly as she looked up at Nick. She reached up and grabbed his collar, bringing his face down to hers, so his lips were hovering above hers, and said; "Good, because I'd hate to disappoint a number of the world's female population by announcing your death tomorrow morning."

She didn't even give him a chance to respond as she pushed herself onto her toes and kissed him softly. Nick smiled into the kiss, as he moved his hand and brushed the hair from her face before cupping her cheek gently. Miley's tongue flicked across Nick's lower lip, and Nick granted her access, their tongues meeting in a ferocious battle of passion. After a few minutes, the two pulled away both panting heavily. Nick pressed his forehead against Miley as he struggled to regain his breath. His hand left her face and reached to down to interlock their fingers. He then pulled his hand away and tugged on her hand, leading them forward.

Miley opened one eye and looked at him. "What are you doing?"

"Taking us over there," Nick replied, pointing toward the tree that was in front of them. Nick plopped down and moved his hands onto her waist and pulling her down onto his lap. Miley laughed and brushed her hand across her face moving the hair out of her face. Nick grabbed her hands as they reached up to her face and held them tightly in his. Miley turned to look at him, puzzled at his actions. "What are you doing now?"

Nick smiled. "Don't brush your hair away; it looks adorable when it falls onto your face like that."

"Okay then," Miley replied turning around and rested her back on his firm chest, moving their intertwined hands so that they rested on to her lap. She sighed resting her head back onto his shoulder and looking up into the star covered sky. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is nice out." Nick agreed as he settled against the tree. "The sky is so clear out."

"Yeah," Miley nodded. "It's never really clear out at night in Malibu since we're so close to LA. This reminds me of old times, back when I still lived in Tennessee, my mama and I would always sit outside during the summer and watch the stars. It was one of our favourite past time."

"I guess I never had much time to watch stars." Nick looked around the park and then back into the sky. "I mean, sometimes my friends and I would when we were out in the field behind my house playing ball. When we were tired, we'd lie down on our backs and look up at the stars. The skies seemed pretty clear on some nights, but not all since New Jersey's next to all those big cities."

She turned around to face him, "You and a bunch of guys sat out in the grass at night and watched stars?" She asked in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

Nick shook his head, causing his curls to flop onto his forehead. "Besides, it wasn't all guys. A few girls on my street liked to play baseball."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Put it all on the girls; seriously, excuses, excuses Nick." Miley tutted like a mother wagging her finger at him, "It was probably you who suggested you guys do that."

"Nope," he replied grinned at her. "It was my best friend Tommy. See, he had a huge crush on Melody, my next door neighbour, and he tried to 'impress' her by hinting that we watched the stars. Mel always liked those deep kinds of boys and Tommy thought looking at stars made him deep."

"So, Melody seemed to be into guys like you?" Miley asked innocently, glancing up at him.

Nick rolled his eyes at her and playfully flicked her forehead. "She was always more of a little sister to me. We've been friends since we were like three, it'd being extremely awkward if we started going out. Anyways, I couldn't do that to Tommy, he'd be crushed."

"Aww, you're so thoughtful." She cooed tapping his nose. "Now, why did you bring me out here?"

"Hey! Correct me if I'm wrong but it was you who ran out here, not me." He cried.

"Yeah, but only because you were chasing me and I had no where to go and I was talking about why you bought us out here to this tree." She replied. "Now tell me why."

"So demanding," Nick clucked with disapproval. "I bought you here, because I wanted to show you something."

"Ooh, what? What is it?" Miley asked excitedly, her blue eyes twinkling with pleasure.

"Patience is a virtue, Miles." Nick smiled down at her, his chocolate brown eyes gleaming. "Now come around here." He motioned toward the other end of the tree.

Miley lifted herself off of Nick and moved to run over to the other end, but Nick grabbed her arm. Miley turned around, annoyance etched onto her face as she glared at her boyfriend. "Why are you holding my arm? I want to see what's over there!"

"Hold on, and wait for me. You'll need to anyways because I'll have to show you what you're looking for." Nick replied as he began to move forward.

Miley silently followed him, anticipation aerating off her. The two walked a few steps then Nick stopped, since they were already on the other side of the tree. Miley had almost run into him, but caught her balance quickly so she didn't fall over.

"Can I see it?" She asked, sounding very much like a little kid. Nick nodded and stepped out of the way, giving Miley a full view of the tree trunk and right there, in the centre of the tree bark were the words 'N. J & M. S Forever and Always' craved elegantly in Nicks cursive like scrawl. Miley felt a gasp leave her lips and her hand creep over her mouth. "Oh my goodness, Nick are you serious?"

Nick kicked the grass with the heel of his shoes. "Yeah, I was here yesterday by myself. I came here to think alone and I had the pocket knife your dad gave me for my birthday in my pocket and I decided 'what the heck'. I wanted to leave a piece of us behind at this tree, I mean, since this tree means so much to us. A lot of things happened to us here."

Miley slowly turned around and launched herself into Nick's arms. Nick caught her swiftly pulling her tight against him. Miley buried her face into his chest and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. This was, hands down, the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her.

Miley sniffed quietly, and sunk to the grassy ground her eyes not leaving the carving Nick had done. For them, he told her, to leave a bit of what they had behind. But Miley had left it all behind, left everything they'd been building up for almost 3 years and just walked away; making sure that there was no contact between the two.

It had been torture for Miley though. Not answering his calls or replying to his emails. She wanted nothing more than to fulfil his requests and return home but she couldn't. She forced herself to believe that she was better of without him—even though she hardly believed it at all—and that he was better off without her. But she knew it wasn't true, she knew that no matter how many times she repeated it to herself late at night that it wasn't true and it would never be true. She would be better of with him than without him. She needed him, and there wasn't a second in each day that had gone without him crossing her mind.

She'd missed everything about him. His warm hugs, soft kisses, his voice, the sound of his laugh, even the way he smelled. She missed it all. She missed him more than anything. But she hadn't returned. There were times were she considered it, times where she boarded the bus with her bags packed and everything ready but at the last minute she'd change her mind. What would have said anyways, when she showed up at his door with her bags in arm? She couldn't return and face everyone all over again. But she had returned, nonetheless, but not from her own conscious alone.

Suddenly, her thoughts went to the three letters she had received a few days before. Her need to read them again forced her to reach across the tree and grab her white designer Marc Jacobs's purse from where it was lying on the floor. She unzipped it and stuck her hand in rummaging around for the papers. A few moments later, her hand emerged with three slightly rumpled papers in hand. Miley sat down cross legged on the ground and placed her purse next to her. She set the papers on her lap and picked up the first one on top. It was a letter from her best friend, Lilly Truscott.

Dear Miley,

I know it's been a lone time since you've heard from me, but I've just been so busy. With Kevin and Jessica getting engaged, wedding plans have consumed much of our time. The boys have also been in the studious recording their latest album, so things have been getting pretty hectic around here.

How have you been? I hope you've been well, everyone doing all right here, I suppose. Well, besides Nick of course. Joe is just as crazy as ever, I honestly sometimes wonder what I see in him (Besides his amazing looks, voice, sense of humour, ability to have fun…Okay. Never mind.) but he's fine. Kevin and Jess are super psyched for the wedding, they seem so happy. I'm glad Kevin decided to propose though; he and Jess deserve each other. Frankie's just made the varsity football team, with tryout last week. He was so excited; we all went out for diner to celebrate. Mr. and Mrs. Jonas are fine as well, but I seriously think that Mrs. Jonas is more excited about the wedding than the rest of us are.

You probably know this but I'll remind you anyways; Nick birthday is in 2 days. Miley, it's been seven years and he's no where near over you. You've got to come back Miley, he thinks every year that you'll come back but for some reason he knows that this year you will. I don't want him to get his hopes up to high, but he already has. Miley, I miss you, Joe misses you, Kevin misses you, Jess missed you, Frankie missed you and Paul and Denise miss you too. Frankie wanted you to be there you know, when we went out for diner because he made the team. He remembered the time when you promised you'd be there for him on his first game, and he's playing the day after Nick's birthday, so you have to come home Miley.

So, please Miley take this into consideration at least. I love you and you're my best friend and I miss you more than anything. Just make all our wished come true and return back home this year. If not for us do it for Nick. He's still in love with you! He refuses to even look at other girls let alone date them. He has it stuck in his head that you'll come back and I think it will seriously kill him if you don't. We need you back with us Miles.

I hope to see you really soon.

Love,

Lilly xoxo

She had come back, just like Lilly had requested. Things had changed since Miley had left though, starting with Lilly and Joe. When Miley had left Lilly and Joe had just gone on their first date and Miley wasn't so sure that they'd end up in a serious relationship. But they had proven her wrong, from the previous letters Miley received from her best friend; she could tell that she and Joe were more than into each other, they were in love. Honestly, Miley would have never guessed that they'd stay together let alone fall in love but she was happy for them nonetheless. They deserved each other, a lot like how Kevin and Jess did. She wasn't surprised when Lilly told her Jess and Kevin had gotten engaged. The two had started going out a few months before she left and Miley was sure from the start that they'd end up together forever. She had even made a bet with Kevin, a bet that stated within eight years Kevin Jonas would propose to Jessica Adel. And he had, just like she'd told him.

When Miley had read the letter her thoughts wonder to whether or not Kevin had remembered their bet, it had been along while since they'd made it. Now, Miley avoided thinking about Nick, afraid that she might burst into tears. He hadn't moved on! Even after she had left him heart broken he hadn't stop loving her. Her worst nightmare hadn't come true, from what Lilly had said Nick Jonas was still in love with her and she couldn't be happier. Miley put the letter to the side and picked up the next letter that came from the oldest Jonas, Kevin.

Miley,

It's been much too long since the last time we've talked, hasn't it? A lot of things have happened since you've left Miley, plenty of things indeed. Jess and I recently gotten engaged. Yes, you were right, you've won the bet! Congratulations I guess, but I'm happy you did. We're drowning in wedding plans and work. We have a new album that's going to come out soon and we've been cooped up in the studios recording songs. Things are getting pretty hectic but everyone's doing alright.

Everyone except Nick. You probably already know that his birthday is coming up, and just like the past seven years he's been all he wants is for you to come back. Miley you need to come back this year; I swear if you don't it might kill him. You know how superstitious Nick is, and you know how seven is a lucky number; well since this year is the seventh year since you've left he has it stuck in his head that you're bound to return. We've tried to reason with him, since you haven't been back for the past seven years why would you come back now? But he's so stubborn about it, he keeps telling us that you will come back, that he'll see you again and you'll still love him like he loves you.

I know that leaving must have been tough for you and returning will be even more difficult but we need you back here. Nick needs you. Lilly mentioned that she was writing to you too, so you probably already know that Frankie made the varsity football team! He was so excited; I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. We went out for dinner when we found out, and once we were all seated I saw his eyes look over to where Nick sat and he got all sad. You were supposed to be there, you always told him that he would make the team; no doubt about it and he always believed you. You also promised that you'd come to his first every football game as well. I guess when he looked over at Nick, he half expected you to pop out from behind them and sit next to Nick to celebrate like you said all those years ago. He's first ever game is a day after Nick's birthday and Frankie would be devastated if you didn't come home for his first football game. With Nick saying that you will return Frankie's getting excited, thinking that you will keep your promise and come to his first game.

We really need for you to come back, Miley. We haven't forgotten you. Nothing has been the same for the past seven years since you've left. Nick still hasn't moved on either, Joe's tried to set him up with some girls in hops of trying to get him to try and move on but he won't do it. He keeps thinking you will come back and that he can't hurt you by going out with other girls. It'd do wonders for all of us if you returned home for Nick's birthday and Frankie's game and stayed home with us. Then, you could come to our wedding. We'd love to have you, we're keeping a spot open for you anyways.

I hope this letter might have at least changed your mind the slightest bit. I'm really hoping to see you really soon Miley. You're like a younger sister to me and I'd hate to never have to see you again.

Much love,

Kevin Jonas.

Miley folded the letter into thirds as tears slowly dripped down her face. Nick had always been superstitious, something about him Miley found odd since he was so deep and logical. Seven was always an important number to him as well. She couldn't believe how sure he was about her returning. Truthfully, before Miley had received the letters she had been considering about whether or not she should return. She knew that his birthday was coming up and that she should at least call him and tell him that she was always thinking of him and that she still loved him. He deserved to know that she hadn't forgotten him, and from Kevin and Lilly had told her in their letters he needed too know how she felt about him now. When the truth was, how she felt about him now and how she had seven years ago were the same. She still loved him with all her heart, if not more.

She placed Kevin's letter on top if Lilly's and looked down at the last one that lay on her lap. She sighed loudly before picking it up in her slightly shaking hands and reading it.

Dear Mi-lay,

DJ Danger here. How's it going with you? Good I hope. Well, I heard Lilly and Kevin were going to be mailing you letters so I thought, why be the odd one out? So, I pulled out a paper (from my notebook which would explain the cut edges. I'm not much of a neat cutter) and decided to write one to you myself. Knowing Kevin and Lilly, they've probably updated you with every little thing that has happened since the last letter you got from them. You probably fell asleep half way through them. But you see, Miles, I'm the cool one and I understand that you're not to interested in knowing that Lilly bought a new pair of green flats the other day and that Kevin learned to tap dance last month (Jess assumed it would be good if he went into that for a while. Apparently it helps relieve stress or something? I'm not to sure.) So I'll fill you in on the basics.

Jess and Kevin are soon to be married. I know shocker right? I mean, I never knew Kevin had the guts to do it. I remembered that bet you two made, I called you slow for actually thinking Kevin might ever propose, but you've proved me wrong for once. And I'm going to have to say it was a little weird not having you there to laugh and rub it in my face. Also, Lilly and I are going out! Just like you said we would. I know I know what you're thinking: 'You better not hurt her, Joseph Jonas. Because If you do I will have your head.' But don't worry, Miley, I really like Lilly and I'll take care of her for you. I think I love her. (No wait, I'm pretty sure I do.

Oh I almost forgot to say, FRANKIE MADE THE FOOTBALL TEAM! OH YEAH! We were super excited to find out, and he was real happy too. But he was pretty upset that you weren't there. You promised him you would be there when he makes the team and he remembers that promise. He really wants to see you at his first game. (This, by the way, is the day after Nick's birthday.)

Since Nick was bought up. I really need to talk to you about him. (Well, wait. We're not talking we're writing. So, I should say I really need to write to you about him…) You know how superstitious he is about stuff. Well, he thinks because it's been seven years since you've left that this is the year that you'll come back. We've tried to convince him otherwise, but he's too stubborn. (It's not that we think you won't actually come home, it's just you've been gone for such a long while and we don't want him to fall so hard if you don't show up.) But seriously Miley, I think that if you don't come home this year Miley, it might seriously kill him. He really misses you. He still loves you the same too, if not more. He won't go out with any other girls at all because he thinks that it would be unfair to you.

Miley, you've become my little sister over the years and I love you. You need to make you and Nick's like better; you need to come home. We miss you a lot, and I think Nick won't be able to pick himself up if he falls this time. He really wants you to come home. I know he might have done you wrong sometimes, but I honestly don't think he deserves all this heartache. You don't either so you shouldn't have to go through it. Just come back home.

I'll be looking forward to seeing you super soon.

Fight the power,

DJ Danga

Miley let out a watery laugh when she read Joe's letter. Even without him here he managed to make her laugh, just like he had before. Maybe this was a sign to show her that things hadn't really changed over the seven years she'd been gone. Well, not as much as she though it had. She could go home. According to Lilly, Joe and Kevin she should come home. She, herself, knew she had to come home. Joe was right, Nick may have done her wrong but he didn't deserve that entire heart ache. She had been selfish. She needed to come home and smooth things over. She was home now, though and that was what really mattered. She was here, fulfilling Kevin, Joe, Lilly and most of all Nick's wishes. This was the year she came home.

Miley wiped her hand over her eyes, drying up at remaining tears. She folded the last letter up and slipped it into her purse. She then stood up, her legs wobbling slightly and she grabbed onto the tree for support. With her eyes squeezed shut, she rose to her full height and took a shaky breath. She bent down and grabbed a hold of her purse before standing up straight again. She brushed grass off her Sevens jeans and tugged the hair tie that held her pony-tail in place. Miley reached into her bag once more and pulled out a scrap piece of paper that had an addressed scribbled messily on it.

14565 Lincoln Street, it read. A simple address to any other person, but to Miley it was much more. It was the address of the place that held her destiny and her heart. She had began to slowly walk out of the park, a small smile fitting her face as she spotted a younger couple seated on a swing, moving back and forth arms wrapped around each other. They reminded her of Nick and herself, and the many times they had done so after a long day.

Nick.

Her heart began to beat faster and her palm became sweaty as she looked at to the sing in front of her which read: 145 Avenue. She was close now. She hoped with all her heart that Nick was home. It was his birthday after all, and it'd be a shame if eh had decided to go out when Miley dropped in. She couldn't call Lilly to see if Nick was home sue o the fact that no one actually knew she'd returned. She planned on everyone finding out soon enough, but she wanted Nick to be the first to see her. He could alert the rest after he and her had talked everything out, because Miley knew that they wouldn't have a chance to do s anytime soon if everyone found out she was back home now.

She wondered how he was doing. Had he really missed her as much as Lilly, Joe and Kevin said he had? Did he still love her like she loved him? Miley had long before expected him to have moved on. He was Nick Jonas after all; girls would give anything to be his everything. Yet, he chose to wait for her return, even though he wasn't certain she would return at all. That was supposed to mean something wasn't it?

Braking from the distance broke her away from her thoughts. She realized that she had come into a neighbourhood. It was a nice one too, the ones she had always imagined herself living in when she grew older. Te lawns were neatly cut and the windows were sparkling in the heated sun. New, shining cars stood on the drive way. Wet boots stacked near the front doors and bicycles and skateboards thrown across the lawn.

Younger kids filled the streets, girls on the sidewalks playing hopscotch. Boys kicking soccer balls around and laughter rang through the air. Her heart warmed at the sight before her, she glanced up at the street sign before her. 145 Avenue and Lincoln Street, it read on large white print. Miley's heart fluttered, she had just been walking around aimlessly and she had still managed to come up to Nick's street. She took another deep breath before strolling up the street her eyes sweeping in the scene before her. She passed a group of girls sitting on the front steps, giggling as they watched a few boys play soccer on the street in front of them. Miley rolled her eyes, remembering when she had done the same thing.

She looked up at the house numbers as she walked by, making sure she didn't pass by it accidentally. She smiled at the people she passed, making her way down the path. Before long, Miley came across the house she was looking for. Nick's house, one at could have been hers to if she hadn't left. The house was white with black shutters. It was probably the only house on the block that didn't have toys scattered across the lawn. A shiny red Corvette was parked in the driveway. Miley made her way toward the house, going up the walk. She paused by the car, running her fingers over the doors. She closed her eyes imagined herself seated in the passenger seat, her air let down blowing in the wind with Nick next to her, holding her hand as the two sped down the highway, starts shining above them; or them in the car, driving home from a fun day at the beach. Something Miley hoped she would be doing in her near future with Nick.

Cautiously, Miley continued to walk up the driveway and towards the front door. The wind blew gently, caressing her face as she walked closer and closer to her destiny. It all came down to this. Everything Miley had tried to let go and move past from over the past seven years came rushing back to her, all of the times she had spent with Nick and the rest of her friends. Leaving right now felt like the stupidest things she could have done. But she had to do it, in hopes to save her. Yet, seven years here she was, standing in front of the door that she had walked away from so long ago.

Taking a deep breath, Miley reached up and rang the door bell. Her heart sped up as she waited. This was it, where it all came down too. She was finally going to see Nick again. Hopefully, he would listen to her and take her back. She needed him. He had to understand that, she'd left him before and she wouldn't do it again. He wouldn't put him or her through all that pain again. Her heart went into over-drive as she heard feet-shuffling on the other side of the door.

Then, gradually, the front door opened up, revealing the man of her dreams, looking as gorgeous as ever. His hair curly and longer, his eyes seemed to have become lighter. As he stood there, muffin on hand, Miley felt her breath stop. The past seven years didn't matter now. She fell in love with him all over again, right there on his front porch. He looked up, and dropped his muffin on the floor as he let out a small gasp. Seeming to have just noticed she was there, his eyes widened.

"Miley."

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Authors Note: I am back. Now, this is a two-shot story. This idea popped into my head a couple of days. I've been working on it for like a whole day straight trying to get it right. It's not the greatest but I think it's good. This isn't a novel like story. It's a simple two-shot. The next chapter will be the last. It'll be up, soon hopefully. It might take a while; I want to make it good. They'll talk everything out in the next chapter. In the meantime, REVIEW! Thanks for reading.

-Caramel161