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She didn't want him to leave. She held onto him tighter when he tried to pull away. "I've gotta go," he whispered to her with a laugh. "No you don't." She was determined to make him stay with her. She couldn't let him leave and go halfway around the world without fighting for him to stay.

"I'm just going home, not even for long. I think you're strong enough to manage yourself for two weeks." She loosened her grip on him and sighed. "Fine, go. But honestly, I'll miss you a lot." He just smiled.

She kissed him once again, dragging it out longer than needed so she'd have a little longer with him. He pulled away and smiled. "Bye Miley." He picked up his bag and started to walk off. She watched him walk away and once he disappeared into the crowd of passengers, she started towards the parking garage.

Miley heard screams and loud voices as she passed by arrivals. Cameras flashed and for once, they weren't flashing on her. Security had already pried paparazzi off of her and Liam earlier. She tried to look over the crowd to see who they were making such a fuss over, but she couldn't see anything but cameras in the air and heads. She just decided to continue her way to the car.

The screams died down as she wandered farther away. "Miley?" Her head whipped around at his voice. That familiar voice tugged at her heart a little, but she shook off her emotions with a casual shrug. "Hey." Her voice stayed at a monotone. "Were they shitting themselves because of you?" she laughed.

He just nodded and walked towards her. "How have you been? It's been what, like a year?" She felt like just walking away, but she was nicer than that, at least that's what she convinced herself to believe. "I've been alright, same old, same old…" she trailed off. "Do you want to get something to eat?" he blurted out and by then, her heart felt like it was going to stop at anytime.

She caved against her will. That mouth would be the death of her; it had a mind of its own. Awkwardness lingered between the two of them at the table. She couldn't bring herself to face the fact that she was drinking coffee, alone, with her ex boyfriend who was a total jackass two years back. They'd faced this problem already, last year he took her to lunch. They barely even had a conversation.

"I think I know why we're so quiet." He broke the silence and she looked up from her drink. "Because there isn't anything to say?" she asked. "No… because there's too much to say. We used to be so close and well, now we don't even know each other." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Well what do you expect? How do people act when they break-up? I sure as hell can guarantee you that most break-ups aren't followed by a friendship unless the people like to see the face of the person they were in love with constantly and think 'we're just friends'. And when the guy dumps the girl, she's not going to be friends with her ex-boyfriend who suggested they see other people then the next week he's dating someone else. She probably absolutely loathes him by now for that." She crossed her arms in frustration.

"I made a mistake," he sighed. "I honestly do regret what I did." She just rolled her eyes. "You know that I'm with Liam and the situation you're trapping me in is unfair, absolutely unfair." He raised an eyebrow.

"That was true?" She assumed that he knew and he assumed that after her breaking up with Justin, she wanted him back. "What, you expect me to stay stuck on you for two years? Because I moved on a long time ago and I thought you did too, Nick." She ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath again.

"I did move on, but the ship I moved onto… it sailed without me." He looked away from her and stared at some random object. "You sure you didn't jump off the ship once it tried to sail with you?" she asked, staring daggers into him. He looked at her then looked back to another random object. "Stop staring at the trash can and tell me the truth." Miley threw a napkin at him and he looked at her with dead eyes.

"Come on Nick, you can't be that gutted if you ended it. Do you honestly expect me to believe you were this depressed after us?" He just looked down at the table, not able to find his voice. "I know you weren't. And I know you, and this isn't because of me and Liam, it isn't about Selena's ship sailing 'without you', it's something deeper and I'm completely lost on what it is."

"It's something I can't even tell you, Miley." She knew whatever it was, it was big. "I just hope you didn't get yourself into a whole trash can of crap. Even though we never talk or anything, I still care about you. Whatever it is, if you can get out of it just get out it." She smiled sympathetically and grabbed her bag.

"I'm gonna go, but thanks for coffee." Miley hugged Nick, no matter how wrong it felt, and then sighed. "Everything will be okay." She smiled at him and then left Starbucks. What had he gotten himself into now?

A/N: It's been too long since I actually wrote a full-length story. Let me know what you think about this! :D