Sunday. New York City. 6:17 AM.

Miley woke up with the sun shinning in her face. She tried to adjust her eyes as they scanned the all white room. This wasn't her room, this wasn't her bed, and this wasn't her house and outside looked nothing like Malibu. Where was she?

Miley eyes widened as she felt something move on the other side of the bed, she was hesitant to turn around and see what or who was in the bed. She slowly turned on her back and shifted her head to the side, his back was faced her and she couldn't see who he was.

She looked under the covers to see she was completely naked. She quickly clutched the cover to her body and gripped the sheets tight. She looked back at the boy again and shook her head. What happened last night?

Her massive headache prevented her from remembering or even trying to think. The things she could remember were just blurs of flashing lights, blurry faces and a lot of loud people talking over it each other that sounded more like muffling.

She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Hoping she didn't do what she thought she did with this person lying next to her. Odds are she did. She was lying naked in a bed that wasn't hers, that was in a house that wasn't hers, in a city that she didn't live in.

Miley wanted to and didn't want to wake this person, because she was afraid it could be someone she knew, or worse, someone she didn't know. She stared at the back of his short spiky hair and her eyes panned their way down his back.

It wasn't Oliver; his hair was longer and he had a tattoo on his right shoulder. It wasn't Jake because his hair was blonde and she doesn't remembering him dying it. It couldn't have been Rico; he is way too short and this person's feet just barely hung off the foot of the bed.

Oh God! Could it be Jesse? The boy she almost considered leaving Jake for. He was a member in her band and she did remember them going to a club last night. Miley cringed at the thought of her having sex Jesse. She cringed at the thought of cheating on Jake period. She wasn't that type of girl.

Miley calmed down as her eyes rose from his hips to his ears. Jesse wore an earring and this boy's ear was a virgin to piercing. Unless. She couldn't remember if Jesse's ear was pierced on the right of the left. She started to remember that Jesse's ears weren't pierced at all and the ring she did remember seeing was his tongue ring.

Maybe it was all in her head and the boy lying next to her is someone else. She didn't want to wait to find out. She slowly slid off the bed with the white sheet covering her body as she picked up her clothes that was scattered throughout the room.

In the bedroom Miley put on her underwear and grabbed her John Lennon graphic tee off the floor and slid it on. She walked into the hallways and grabbed her cut up jeans sliding them on as she look around a little more to find her shoes. After sliding both her feet into the flip-flops, she grabbed her jacket that was lying on a big black couch. Miley looked around the living area of the loft then back to the bedroom that was down the hall. She took a deep breath and walked out the door.

Miley stepped out the door of the building as the cars zoomed down the street and people staring at her as they walked passed. New York City. Who does she know that lives in New York City? She turned around to look at the door. Still couldn't remember.

She hailed for a cab and jumped into the back. She settled into the seat with her arms crossed as she watched scenery pass by. The taxi arrived at a hotel and Miley quickly ran into the hotel without paying. She ran into the elevator, up to her room and crashed on her bed.

All she could think about is what happened last? Why can't she remember? Why did she wake up at someone else place. She wanted to cry, but couldn't find a reason. Why was everything such a blur to her? Who's place did she wake up in? Why didn't anyone stop her? Yes she was Miley at the club and no one knew she was Hannah Montana, but the people who were there with her should have stopped her from leaving with this person.

Miley stared into space as she lied on her bed in the hotel. Her phone vibrating in her pocket snapped her out of her trance. Looked at the phone staring for a second, it was just a text, but it could have been from someone important. She reached for the phone holding it in her hand she opened the text. She gasped as her eyes widened.

'Thanks for the beautiful night! – Jesse'

Everything started to come back as Miley dropped the phone off the bed.

Images started racing in her head. A few drink being gulped. Their kiss in the club. Him pulling her by the hand, as they left out of the club. Entering his loft as they kissed with their hands fondling one another. Inside his room Miley on top of Jesse kissing as they were under the cover. Her climaxing. Lying her hand on his bare chest.

Miley gasped again before curling in a fetal position rocking back and forth as a few tears rolled down her face.