Sorry, this chapter is shorter than I meant for it to be. I'm terrible at writing long chapters. I'll work on it.

I refused to even speak to my parents as they dropped me off at that house in the morning. I was so upset. I wasn't sure at all what this would do to me. What was going to happen? I didn't want to have an emotional breakdown because I had to be in the same house with him. I didn't want to seem weak. But really, I was already ruined inside. I couldn't even imagine seeing him.

"You're going to be fine Miles." My mom said as she helped me get my suitcase out of the trunk of the car. I ignored her. She forced me into a hug and kissed me on the forehead. "When you feel like it, be sure to text me. I wanna know that my baby girl is doing alright. I love you Miley." I managed to mutter a quite, "I love you too mom."

"Bye Smiley!" My dad called from the window. "We'll miss you. Love you!" I didn't smile, out of protest, but I did give them a quick wave as the pulled out of the driveway. I was shaking as I dragged my crap up to the front door. I was nervous. Not only did I have to see Nick, but I had to confront his family too. I hoped that things wouldn't be too awkward between me and the rest of his family. They really were my second family, I loved them like I loved my own family. I knocked on the door hesitantly. Nick's mom, Denise, answered with a smile.

"Miley!" She exclaimed as she wrapped me in a big hug. "We've missed you over here." I couldn't help but to smile.

"I've missed you guys too." I admitted. It was true. She led me inside and helped me with all my stuff. I had never been a light packer. Ever. I looked around and took in my surroundings. It felt like I was coming home again. It felt good in a way. Just as I got past the entryway Joe flung himself down the stairs.

"Geez Miley. You staying for two months or two years?" He joked. I laughed. His mother just gave him a stern look.

"Oh aha ha. You're so funny."

"As sarcastic as always. Good to see you Miles." He came over and gave me a hug. I had to admit, the only bright side I saw out of this situation was getting to see Joe. Me and him had gotten to become really close friends throughout me and Nick's relationship and I was glad I'd have more chances to talk to him.

"You too."

"So Miley, I'm making pasta tonight just for you." I perked up even more at the sound of that.

"Oh my gosh really?" Denise made the best Italian food. Ever. Hands down.

"I know it's your favorite sweetie." I was already starting to totally loosen up. Joe grabbed one of my bags and led me upstairs.

"You excited to be here?" He asked me as he threw my suitcase on the bed. I sighed.

"Yeah. I love you guys. You're family to me."

"I'm not gonna beat around the bush. How do you feel about seeing Nick?"

"How do I feel? I don't know whether I want to burst into tears or rip his face off. I think I'll go with ripping his face off." After I got done talking I then realized that I probably should've thought that one out before saying it out loud. That was how things usually worked for me. Joe just laughed.

"Whoa Miley..a little hostile there."

"I'm sorry. That just came out." He put his arm around me.

"I get it. You have the right to be angry." He got up and left. "I'm really glad you're here Miley." I sat on the bed and started to unpack. I wasn't quite sure how I felt. As far as I could tell it was a combination of misery, anger, confusion and happiness. Who knew it was even possible for one person to feel all that.

I was lost in my own world when I heard a light tapping on my door. I didn't look as it opened. There was a moment of silence before he talked.

"Mi." I didn't have to turn to know who it was. There was only one person on the planet who ever, ever called me that. I blinked a few times before finally looking at him. He looked the same as always. Perfect.

"Hey." My voice came out a lot quieter than I had planned. He walked closer to me.

"How have you been?" I turned away from him. I didn't want him to see the expression on my face.

"I've been...alright I guess." My voice broke on that last part. He noticed.

"I don't know what to say." I took a few deep breaths to help compose myself before responding.

"You don't have to say anything. I think you got your point across last month." I moved toward the closet, pretending to put clothes away. In reality I wanted to get as far away from him as possible, which was hard in the tiny bedroom.

"Miley..." I cut him off.

"What, did you think that everything was going to be fine now? That I would be over it? Everything is not fine. I'm not over it. It's not that easy. Just leave me alone." I left the room in a fury, leaving him alone in the bedroom. I ran to the bathroom and broke down in tears.

A few things. First off, my updates aren't usually this fast. I just needed something to distract my brain off of the Vikings' terrible game.

And second, thanks to all the reviews! I almost never get reviews so fast. I really appreciate them.

I'll work on making the next chapter longer, I promise.