How many kids can they adopt at one time..? I thought to myself as i flipped through the pages of my weekly gossip magazine. I always knew the celebrity gossip before any of the major magazines. I could definitely put them out of business, for sure.

I licked the tip of my pointy-finger and flipped over another page. My head was propped up against the wooden headboard of my bed. It was slightly chipped and old looking, But a bed's a bed, right? The sun was going down and now was my only chance to chill out before going to see Nick, for the first time in 4 years. I'm very nervous. When we dated, we were young, mature. But still very young. We broke up at 14, and as much as i'd like to say i'm over him, i can't seem to get him off my mind. Ever. My parents told me about one week ago that they got in touch with his family again, and they invited us over to their house in Dallas, i guess that's where they drifted off to, and so we're going to Dallas first thing tomorrow for two weeks. You may think it's a long time, but our family was close. Closer than two peas in a pod, close.

It's going to feel super awkward when we go over. Not so much for my parents, but as for me. I've not talked to Nick since the breakup, and even though we decided it's best to stay friends, i know that he still feels something.. i think.

"Lights out baby-girl, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow..." My mom said as she creaked the bedroom door open, shuffling her feet over to the end of my bed where i peered my eyes over the top my magazine. She slowly sat on the very tip of my bed, timid, as if she was scared i might chomp her head off. I don't blame her.

"You know, you don't have to come tomorrow if you don't want to?" She exclaimed. "I know you must be feeling a bit.. Anxious about tomorrow, and i can trust you to stay in the house by yourself. You're a respon—" "...Mom, it's fine. I'm not anxious. I'd rather get it over and done with if anything." I said, lying as shaking my head as if appearing uninterested as i look back at my magazine.

She nodded and smiled, standing up and patting her thighs before she walked out. I swung my head back, forgetting about the wooden headboard behind me as i smashed my head hard off of it. I didn't jump. I didn't jerk. I just induced the pain and kept my head still and firm against the varnished piece of furniture, clenching my eyes tightly together.

- NEXT DAY; 8:28am.

"Miley, i'm not calling on you again. Get your lazy ass out of bed! We're leaving in..."

I opened one of my eyes slowly, feeling the burning sensation of daylight hit my eye like a bolt of lightning.

"...Thirty minutes!" I heard the last few words of what my dad had to say and jumped out of bed, stumbling over as i shot up from dizzy pains swirling around my head.

I rubbed the back of my neck as my pinkie-finger travelled up my scalp and i felt a hard lump from where i banged my head from the night before. It was utter agony. I sighed and walked over to the pile of clothes i left out specifically for this day, thinking it would NEVER come. But it has. I smiled to myself as i picked up the clothes and admired them. They were cute, but not too cute. They were hot, but not too hot. I wanted to look perfect, but not as if i was trying to hard. I knew i was rushed for time, So i slipped out of my scruffy pyjamas and into my denim daisy dukes, black and white striped shirt and some flat, white ballet pumps.

Ignoring the sounds of my parents rustling and banging downstairs with suitcases, bags and constant screams for my attention as i was still getting ready, i threw on some makeup, went over my hair with the straightening iron and clipped my fringe back. It was quick and simple; exactly what i was going for. My suitcase was packed and i was as ready as i'd ever be. I lugged the case downstairs and out of the door, into the car and strapped on my seatbelt. Dallas, Here i come...

Dallas – 3 miles.

I looked out of the car window and up to the dark green sign, smiling to myself at the thought of almost being there, and because my butt was cramping. Major.

Wrapping my headphones around my iPod, i slid it into my pocket and leaned my body forward, poking my head through the middle of the two front seats, looking ahead of me at the road coming to a stop as we entered Dallas. Not only was i smiling, but so were my parents. But obviously not for the same reasons as me. Unless my mother has a crush on a seventeen year old boy, or my dad suddenly turned gay after nineteen years of marriage. But i doubt that.

We were there. We pulled up outside a big brick house. It looked anciently old. Partially decayed with moss around the outside, but it added to the effect. It still looked divine. The smile across my face shrunk as my stomach churned and my hands began to shake. Biting my bottom lip, i looked down to the buckle of the seatbelt and unlatched myself. The clipping sound made me jump a little. I didn't feel well, but i prepared myself for this. It's natural. But i couldn't help thinking about Nick. Would he remember me? Would he think i was ugly? Would he ignore me? Hate me? What if i didn't recognise him? I mean... it's been four years. People change and promises are broken, but i still love him. He might have turned super ugly, but i won't know that until i pluck up the courage to get my ass out of the car.

My hand touched the car door handle and i felt a spark, i shook my hand and opened the door properly. Stepping out into the sunshine as it bounced off my cheeks and legs. My parents had already got my suitcase from the trunk of the car, so i pulled the handle up and dragged it up their path. It was cobbled, pale pink and creamy coloured stones all along the path way. I slowly backed away from the door, taking cover behind my parents as if the door was a bomb; whoever touched it would explode into six-billion pieces. But as my mom knocked on the door, that gruesome thought faded away.

A short man and a tall woman answered the door, giving us all a huge million-dollar smile. The thought of people exploding came back into my head as i was for sure convinced their happiness would cause them to burst. I didn't want tiny Jonas family pieces and Cyrus family pieces falling to the ground like bloody, gruesome snowflakes. I gave them a peculiar look, not because i wasn't happy to see them, but because of the thought in my head.

Just as the thought was fading, someone emerged from the shadows behind them, very slowly. I was about to duck and cover, thinking somebody was away to stab them in the back like and it would be a hardcore massacre. I need help. My mind doesn't think happy thoughts at this particular moment.

The light hit his face. He looked young. But familiar, then i noticed it must have been Nick. But before i could say anything, i caught sight of my eyes travelling up and down him. Agonisingly slowly. He looked... perfect. More than perfect. Astonishing. The fourteen year old boy i left years ago turned into a tall, handsome man!

His dark, wispy, curly hair surrounded his perfect complexion. One curl stood out from all the rest, it fell over his forehead perfectly. Sitting there as if he spent hours on it, though it looked really natural. His skin looked smooth and dark. Dark as in tanned, with freckles and beauty marks dotted all around his face, A little chip in his perfectly shaped eyebrows. His eyes were a deep chocolaty brown colour, and surrounding them were long, dark eyelashes. His lips were a lovely light rosy pink colour, looking slightly dry, yet luscious with an arched top lip and a curved bottom one. Going further down, his chest was broad and big, but not too big. He looked buff. He had on a white v-neck t-shirt with a pale blue plaid, unbuttoned shirt over the top, making his muscles look tense as they pressed against the seams of his clothing. He was wearing a lush pair of jeans, emphasising his leg muscles to the max. They weren't too tight, nor' too baggy. Just perfect. Like him.

I was in a daze over his luscious appearance, my mouth hanging slightly open. Glad he didn't notice me, i took a big intake of air and about died. My throat dried up as i started choking on practically nothing. Suddenly all eyes were on me as i held my throat and looked around awkwardly. I shifted my eyes from my parents, to Nick's parents and then to him. The corner of his marvellous lips curved up as he smirked at me. My legs felt like jelly, but i tried to stay cool, Although i just made the BIGGEST fool of myself.

His mouth opened and a sweet, low, husky voice began to speak slowly and ever so seductively.

"Miley..."

I was mush.

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