Authors Note: On Miley's latest Ryan Seacrest interview (which by the way is the funniest thing ever) she said that she gave Nick a bike for his birthday. So my imagination soared and this resulted. I tried to reflect their personalities as realistically as I could, with Miley being a lunatic and Nick not being so much of the shy boy people credit him as. None of these specific events happened, they're just based on the fact that it was Nick's birthday and she got him a bike haha.
Credit to the Cyrus' and Jonas' and my own random imagination.

September 16, 2007

"Bam!" Miley yelled as sh steered a sleek blue mountain bike down the driveway. Nick looked down shaking his head and laughing.

"You are way too funny, Miley," he chuckled as she brought the bike accented with a big ribbon to a stop in front of him. He studied the shining handles and black rubber tires that wanted nothing else than to be ridden through the winding streets.

She opened her long, thin arms and smiled, "Happy Birthday Nick", she said sweetly. He filled the empty space with his own muscular body and they embraced in a tight hug. A roar of cheers and laughter from the large house echoed through the hills of Hollywood and into the ears of the secret teen couple.

"Joe," they both replied to each other sarcastically. They began walking over the wide strip of grass to the Cyrus family's garage.

"He's probably doing some new trick," Nick explained, "You should've seen him last night. He was downstairs for two hours practicing his microphone stand tricks. We're all really excited for this tour."

Miley's eyes lit up, "Oh my gosh me too. It'll be insane."

From then on, there was no talk, as they shuffled over to where her pink bike was thrown onto the pavement, twisted in all directions.

"I see you take nice care of your things," Nick remarked. She just shrugged and lifted it upright, twisting the handle bars until it was facing forward.

"Ready?" She asked as she lifted her long legs over the side of the bike, grasped the handle bars, and pushed with great force.

"For what?" He asked naively.

She circled around him and shouted back, "Well you didn't think I'd get you a bike for your birthday and then waste this beautiful Sunday evening while we sit inside and play video games for the next million hours, did you?"

He looked down at his squared feet, "Well… I did get this crazy new Xbox system from our management…" Miley slammed on the breaks and stared him down with one eyebrow raised and a disgusted look on her face.

He looked into her gleaming green eyes "God Miles I'm just joking. Give me a ride over, will you?"

He stepped onto the back bars of the bike and held onto her shoulders, "Please don't kill me." Miley let out an evil laugh and the two of them lurched back as she powered off.

"Where's a lawyer when I need one!" He yelled as they barreled down the driveway.

The sun was slowly lowering as Nick and Miley rode through their development that consisted of huge homes towering over meticulously landscaped lawns. The air was breezy and light, like an impeccable summer day. The sunset was a flaring red and orange and glared through their eyes.

"Dude I can't even see where I'm going!" Nick complained. They swerved through the empty road, pretending to collide but turning away at the last minute. Miley giggled as she nearly got Nick's untied shoe lace of his green Converse stuck in her gears. He threatened her but she retorted something even scarier back at him making him immediately silent. They continued to ride into the blaring light, goofing off as such teenagers should.

"Miley watch out!" Nick bellowed as he watched her with stunned eyes, crash into the curb and gracefully plummet into the professionally cut grass. He jumped off his bike and ran as fast as he could to the girl who's legs were coiled together and eyes tightly closed. He looked down at her contorted expression. Her nose was wrinkled in dislike, eyes squeezed shut, and lips pursed together. He slid his strong arms underneath her and dragged her onto his lap whispering her name, waiting for a reply.

"Miley, come on. You're okay, wake up. Miley, please," Nick tried to stay calm and keep his composure. He just wasn't sure what more he could do than shake her; shake her alive. He brushed her thick brown hair out of the way and held her hands, waiting for an answer. He looked up at the sky; it was getting darker by the minute. The deepening blue caved in around them, suffocating the hope, crashing their love. After looking around the deserted area where no one was there to help, his eyes wandered back to Miley's face. He was so shocked at what he saw, that he took a double take only to see that indeed what he saw was true. Her huge eyes were open, glaring up at the sky and a huge smile was plastered across her face.

"What?" He gasped. Instantly Miley rolled off his legs, bursting in deep laughter, her white teeth shining in the night sky. She sniggered some more and then sat upright beaming at Nick's stunned expression. She looked at him for no more than a few seconds until her eyes began to water and she had to look away giggling, still amused of her deceitfulness.

Nick stood up and yelled, his fists clenching, "What the heck was that all about! Oh my god Miley!"

"Chill Nick it was just a joke," She rolled her eyes and pushed against the ground rising to a stand rubbing her elbow; the only thing that was in pain except for Nick's dignity.

"Miley Cyrus you are a witch," he said plainly and sure it was the truth.

She took no offence to his churlish insult. "Yes and a witch you couldn't live without," she replied and skipped away.

"True," He agreed as he walked over to his own bike thrown in the middle of the road. "But what in the world gave you the desire to do that. I seriously thought you were dead. How would I explain that to millions of eight year olds: Um sorry kids Hannah Montana is no longer alive, all they found was her blinged out bike in the middle of Los Angeles. Go find another pop star," He announced in a broadcaster-like voice.

"Ha, ha," She replied sarcastically, "But you know that Noah would take over that job in a heart beat." He nodded his head as they peddled back to their homes.

By the time they got back to Nick's house it was officially pitch black. If it weren't for the street lights, another accident would have occurred and it wouldn't have been a funny joke. They rested their bikes up against the garage door and hand in hand, walked around to the back of the house.

"Well that was eventful," he mocked.

"I thought it was fun," she replied. He raised an eyebrow and realized that she was speaking the truth and thought that scaring him out of his mind was entertaining.

They reached the wrought iron gate and Nick opened it, "After you Miss Princess." She smirked and curtsied. Once they appeared to be noticeable through the shining spot lights of the pool area they saw their parents talking on the deck, snacking on chips and salsa and leaning their gazes onto the two teenagers.

"Miles, you and Nick have a good time?" Billy Ray asked as Tish gently smacked his arm, in hope to quiet him. Miley looked up to the deck, avoiding eye contact with her mostly embarrassing father.

Denise Jonas was also more than curious, "You two sure were gone for an awfully long time. Where'd you go?"

Nick stuttered and searched for a reasonable explanation, "Well we just—"

"Went over to Ashley's, she had a present for him, okay we have to go do something bye!" Miley quickly said before one of the adults could question. She grabbed Nick's arm and pulled him through the French doors of the basement.

"Smooth one Miley," he voiced.

"I wouldn't be talking," she retorted.

They turned the corner and were engulfed in noises of screeching cars, jamming guitar, and loud chatter. All two couches were filled with the Jonas and Cyrus children playing video games and eating a whole lot of junk food. Kevin and Brandi were concentrated on an intense game of Guitar Hero, Braison was in the corner with a guitar, and Joe was amusing Frankie and Noah by unwrapping a Starburst with his tongue.

"Hey what have you two been up to?" Joe asked with a mouthful of candy.

"Just a near death experience that's all," Nick replied while pointing a finger at Miley.

Joe questioned, "Do I even want to know?"

"No," Miley flatly stated.

The night went on as everybody laughed and talked like the old friends they were. Eventually a movie was decided upon and they intently watched Finding Neverland. Nick and Miley were huddled underneath a big fleece blanket. It was late therefore everyone was slowly falling asleep and into a dreamland. Miley tried to keep her eyes open and watch intently because after all, it was Nick's favorite movie so she should act like she's the least bit interested. But nature is overpowering and every now and then, her eyes would flutter closed and pop back open when Nick would move.

"You're so cute when you sleep," He whispered into her ear sending random chills down her spine.

She smiled and replied, "You're so cute all the time." He accepted the compliment and ran his fingers through his curly head of hair. Miley shifted her body so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. Her eyes wandered off the television and down to his chest where his diabetes tag hung. She fingered with it and read the numbers and letters on the cold metal. She didn't realize that he was watching her and as if he read her mind he said,"It's a code. If I need to go to the hospital, it says what I can or can't have."

She nodded. Before she could say another word, bright lights burst on and Billy Ray's voice echoed through the basement walls, "All right, time for ya'll to get up, you had your fun; the Cyrus clan is heading home." They all groaned and pulled themselves upright, adjusting to the dizzying glow. With disheveled hair and drowsy expressions Miley, Brandi, Braison, and Noah shuffled towards their dad and out the door. Miley looked back at Nick as he held his hand to his ear like a phone and she gave him a thumbs up and mouthed "Happy Birthday" back.

Please review, it will inspire me to be more enthusiastic about updating. Oh, and the way this works is that each chapter is a certain day that something may or may have happened based on references I have. Thank you, hasta la vista :