She stood up with a large box in her hands. "That's the last of them." She said and I took the box from her tiny hands. "You don't have to take it, it's not heavy at all." "No, It's okay. I insist." She giggled and smiled as she led me to her house. "This is a reall nice house you got here." She smiled as she took the box from hands and to a near by counter. She sighed as she settled on the couch. "So, do you want me to, show you around town... or something?" She frowned and pushed me out of her house while shouting. "I don't like you jerk. Not in high school, not ever!"

I was laying there motionlessly on the bed looking on the wall until my phone starting ringing. "Hey Nick, it's Selena." I frowned, what was she doing calling me? "Hi, Selena." There was a long awkward pause until Selena decided to break the silence."So um, can I come to your house and hang out?" "I thought you didn't really like me." She sighed and her voice became more harsh. "I don't, but I'm single, and I have goals to fill. Besides, the selection of men in this town include 5 guys trying to get pregnant to the living dead , a pedofile, and some gay dude who likes to suck coc-"She cut herself out and took a deep breath. "Choices are pretty limited, if you know what I mean." I chuckled and grabbed a t-shirt before waiting for Selena downstaires. The door bell rang and I opened the door for Selena. "Hey." Selena entered and sat on the snug sofa. "So what were you doing for theese past 5 years?" I asked her as she adjusted her sweater. "I went to university. Moved out of my mom's house. Tried to find who my birth father is. Handling my mother's death. Having to take care of my little sister and moving back here to Los Angeles." I narrowed my eyes, Selena had a pretty damn knocked up life- but she still was the snobby, self-centered, obnoxious little princess she still was from high school. "Im so-" She cut me off with a glare but instead her phone starting ringing. "Hello? Yeah... You called me just for this? Come on sweetie, it ain't rocket science. That's why they call it an "Easy Bake" oven. I'll be back home in an hour or so. Bye." I chuckled and sat on the closest spot next to her. "Poor 's just not a very bright child." "Dakota?" "My little sister. She has a lot of issues... obviously. I mean who wears camoflauge paint after Labor Day. Really, that's just rude. She needs to study her Soldier of Fortune article a little closer." I chuckled and thinked about something special that happenened before Selena left. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered to her. "Remember that time?" Selena looked at me confused, bewileded at first-but shivered as she understood. "Yeah..." She said silently as her powerfull chocolate glazed eyes crossed. I pulled her in for a tender, passion filled kiss.

Miley groaned in rashness. The person she loathe the most, would be comming to her house any second. Por qu ? Because Miley was making out with her boyfriend one day, and her parents just happened to stop by and caught her. Now, they don't trust her alone, so they hire, Joe Jonas. A childhood family friend. And Miley's parents trust him with her. As if, Miley scoffed. The door bell rang and she rolled her eyes in her sockets. "Oh joy!" Miley snorted in a sarcastic tone.

The night passed rather fast...

Miley had 7 or 8 shots of tequila... and she was feeling slightly weird. She smirked as she checked Joe out. "What?" He asks with amusement. She stand on her tiptoes and turned up her head. Miley placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and leaned in, brushing her lip against his. No words have been spoken, yet plenty has been said. Wrapping her arms around Joe, she knows he had have longed to hold her as much as she have longed to be held. Their eyes meet and everything is clear. They belong with each other.