No Last Names, So It's Legal

Don't own anything: p

His lips collided with mine; I got ready to feel the butterflies in the stomach, the tingling on my lips and offcourse the yearning for more. But by the time I had thought up what I should feel, it was over. I had just kissed Justin Gaston and hadn't felt a thing.

As Justin and I, walked out of the movies an hour later. Justin had already found his way for his hand to grasp mine.

He smiled down at me, I waited for my heart to melt all I felt was a sudden uncomfortableness.

"Miley, what is on your mind?" he asked me in a husky kind of voice.

"Nothing" I answered, faking a smile.

"Aren't you thinking at all about the fact we just had our first kiss?"

"Yes I am" I smiled.

Justin taking this the way I hoped he would, laughed.

"You looked so beautiful tonight; I was speechless when I first saw you"

I was glad that the car was coming up, because I didn't want to reply to that one. I was feeling sick and just needed to get home.

Justin and I didn't talk on the way home, because we were listening to the radio. That was exactly how I wanted it.

When we arrived at my house he leaned over to my seat, I knew he was going to kiss me again.

"No, I'm sorry" I said jumping out the car. I ran into the house as fast as I could, up the stairs and to my bedroom.

I knew he would still be sitting there wondering what he had done wrong. How could I tell him how I felt? If I didn't even know myself!

Nick.

He was ruining my life, and not even trying to this time.

I had finally realised why I hadn't enjoyed this kiss, not that he was a bad kisser it was because I missed Nick. The way Nick kissed me.

I bit down on my bottom lip as I made my way to the kitchen for food. After getting what I needed I went to return up the stairs but stopped.

Now, years later, I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't stopped. If I hadn't of turned away from the stairs and headed out the front door.

I made my way to the house.

His house. The house he had moved out of, just after we broke up. It stood there like a ghost, empty and forgotten.

I walked through the gate, and up the driveway. I walked up to the door and twisted the handle. It opened. I freaked. Why was there house open, someone must be in here? I should have turned around and ran home. But I decided to go see who it was. I could see anything, it was so dark.

I put my hand out trying to find the switch.

Suddenly the room was filled with light.

I was surprised to see a few things still in boxes. I wondered if they were going to come back for them.

I turned around.

And screamed, a male voice screamed back at me.

"What are you doing here?" asked the man picking up a baseball bat.

"I just let myself in, My friend lived here."

The man put down the bat and smiled.

"Sorry darling" he said, I heard a twinge of a southern accent

"I'm just collecting the last of the furniture for the people that lived here."

"Okay" I said making my way to the door.

"Wait, I know your names Miley. My little girl is a big fan, may I have an autograph?" he asked hopeful.

"Sure" I answered.

He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and I looked around for some paper. I saw a notebook sticking out of one of the boxes. I picked it up and opened straight away to a clean page.

"Here ya go" he said handing me a pen.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Lesley, like in your song"

I giggled and scribbled down the song lyrics followed by my autograph.

I handed it back.

"Thanks" said the man, about as excited as any little girls autograph I had signed. I made my way to the door and shut it behind me. I took a deep breath of fresh air.

I then realised I was still holding the notebook.

I opened it, and was greeted with a picture.

The girls eyes where shining, and the boys arms where wrapped around her protectively.

That picture was of me and nick.

I turned the page, and started to read millions of notes. About what he thought of my songs, my scandals, my boyfriends and lastly about how he never stopped loving me.

My heart was jumping wildly, my smile was growing bigger and bigger, before I realised it I was at home.

I looked up at my front door and then at my watch. It was 7o'clock and just getting dark.

I jumped in my car and started to drive. Nick and I were friends. This wouldn't be weird. I arrived at the house and knocked on the door.

Nick opened. He was wearing, faded blue skinny jeans and a cheque button down blue shirt his hair was everywhere. And he has never looked better.

"Miley" he said smiling. "what are you doing here?" I watched his eyes stop on the notebook. He couldn't stop looking at it.

"I read it" I said quietly.

"Miley, it was a long time ago"

"You loved me even after we broke up" I said in a whisper.

"You thought about me, you daydreamed about me" tears started to fall "you missed me, nick."

She took a shaky deep breath.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Nick stood there speechless. Then he took a deep breath and angrily answered.

"None of that matters anymore, okay?"

"why?"

"Because we changed, we stopped missing each other, we moved on. We fell in love with other people." He said.

"I never did." I said in a whisper.

Nick's face went from confusion, to a small smile.

"What are you trying to say" he asked cockily.

"I missed you" I said.

He pulled her in and their lips collided.

His lips collided with mine; I felt the butterflies appear in my stomach, the tingling on my lips and offcourse the yearning for more. By the time we came up for air, I felt something.

Something I hadn't felt for ages...

"Nick, I think I'm in love with you" I said.

"Miley, I've always been in love with you" he said, pulling me towards him again.

The End.

Only A Two Shot; sorry :]