Okay, so this is sort of an introduction to some of the important characters.

Events are going to be out of order and rumors will probably be changed.


Miley's POV


It was the first break I had had in months and I was exhausted. Demi was staying over and we were looking through old home movies together, giggling and watching us being ridiculous in front of the camera out of boredom.

"We haven't done something like that in a long time," she giggled. I nodded.

"Yeah, we should totally make a video later and put it on YouTube or something," I agreed. Demi picked up a DVD case and read it, then turned back to me with a suspicious grin.

"What?" I asked. She just laughed a little and put the disk in the player.

The next thing I knew a video of me at fourteen years old, singing into my hairbrush while blasting my stereo appeared on the screen. We both laughed together as I danced around the room.

The video changed to a day at the beach. Braison was wading in the water and turned around to talk to Noah, who was at the edge, when a large wave crashed over him, flipping him over and shoving him up to Noah's feet.

We rolled on the floor laughing, then sat up, wiping tears from our eyes to wait for the next clip.

Then Nick appeared on the screen. He was pushing me on a swing at the park. We were laughing and having a lot of fun just loving each others' company.

I looked away, suddenly becoming very interested in the design on the carpet.

Demi fumbled to press stop on the DVD player, but pressed pause instead, freezing the video so that an image of Nick was staring straight at me. His eyes were piercing and beautiful.

I stared at my fingers and picked at my nails for what seemed like ever until Demi was able to eject the DVD. I bit my lip, forcing myself not to think about Nick. Of course, forcing myself not to think about something makes me think about it, so I wasn't very successful.

Demi opened her mouth to say something, when her phone rang. She looked at the name and glanced in my direction. She didn't think I saw, but I did.

"It's okay," I told her. "You can answer it."

"Hello?" she said into the receiver, standing to leave the room.

I know it's not right, but I could hear her through the door and couldn't help but listen. I decided that I would apologize later, and scooted over towards the door to hear better.

"Hi, Nick... Yeah, I have the weekend off... Yeah, I know, right?... Um, well actually I'm hanging out at Miley's..."

Damn it! I thought. Don't tell him that!

"She's good..."

He asked about me? Since when does he ask about me?

"Yeah, we're watching some home movies... Yeah, I know... I was going to stay the night, but maybe tomorrow?... Yeah, that sounds great... Okay... I'll see you later... Bye."

I scrambled to move back to my spot and act as if I wasn't pressing my ear against the door and listening, but Demi caught me anyway.

"So, you were curious, huh?" She turned up the left corner of her mouth in a sort of half smile. I nodded, a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Sorry."

"That's okay." She sat down on my bed next to me. "So I guess you know that we made plans to hang out tomorrow." I nodded again.

"That's cool. Have fun," I told her, staring at my bedspread, thinking about what they would do and what he would wear or what he would say.

Ugh! Stop it, Miley! It's over! You know that!

"You know, he asked about you," Demi said, coaxing me into conversation. "Yeah, he said that he was glad that you were doing well and told me to tell you that he said hello."

"Hello," I mumbled. Demi nodded, awkwardly.

"I'll tell him you said hi back."

"Demi, I'm sorry, can we not talk about Nick?" I finally said, a bit more harshly than I intended. She nodded.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's fine... I just don't want to think about him, is all. This is my first break in months and I would like to have fun and relax during it! I really don't want to spend it moping over him! I mean, why should I have to sit here and talk about my ex! Who, by the way, broke up four great friends! I mean, sure he's gorgeous and smart and totally romantic, but he's a jerk, Demi! I mean, who gets in the way of such a good friendship? Let me tell you! He does!"

Demi stared at me, her mouth slightly ajar, with eyes the size of marbles.

"Miley!" she said in disbelief.

"Bastard," I grumbled.

"Miley!" she said again, more forcefully.

"What?" I snapped.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" she asked. "Since when do you believe that Nick is a horrible person?"

"I don't! I just don't want to talk about him! Or his beautiful eyes, or his perfect hair, or his super sweet smile, or his angelic voice!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at my door.

I watched it bounce off and fall to the floor, then wished I'd thrown something that would have made a satisfying crash. Or at least a loud thud or bang.

"Okay," Demi said, more calmly. "We won't talk about him."

"It's just... I don't understand how he could run to one of my best friends! And she opened her arms to him! I mean, what the hell?"

"I thought we weren't going to talk about him," Demi whispered.

"We weren't! But now you've gotten me started!" I continued. "I mean, really! Its so ridiculous! And totally mean! He knew how close we were and she knew how much we cared about each other! How could they just... just... Meh!"

"You're right," Demi sighed. "He's a bastard and she's a bitch. Why don't they just jump off a cliff and die together?"

"Demi!" I said, shocked.

"What?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

"That's..." I sighed. She was only saying what I was in direct words. And I shouldn't have been. Especially with Demi. Selena used to be like her sister. And here I was bad mouthing her. What a great friend.

Of course, Demi actually was a great friend. She was my rock. My shoulder to cry on. And ever since, she and Selena had begun to drift apart, while she and I became closer and closer. She tried to be naiive about it, but I knew that she was heartbroken. And thinking of this was why I felt so horrible.

"I'm sorry, Demi. I was just..." I sighed. "I don't know... I'm tired... Maybe we should go to bed." Demi nodded.

"I think that's a good idea."

We crawled under the sheets and I switched my lamp off. We laid in the dark in silence for a long while, before I spoke again.

"I'm really sorry, Dems," I whispered. "Can we just forget that that whole thing happened?" I heard her sigh and my heart dropped.

"Of course, Miley," she finally whispered.

I lay awake that night, thinking about how sorry I was that I'd hurt Demi. I wanted to make up for it but I didn't know how.

Slowly, like water trickling from a stream, thoughts of Nick began to engulf my mind. Memories played like the home movies behind my eyes and I recovered a song that I hadn't imagined him singing to me in a long time. It was a song that he'd never recorded or shared with anyone else. A song that only he and I knew existed.

"I wrote it especially for you," he'd told me. "And you're the only one who's ever going to hear it."

I imagined his graceful fingers strumming his favorite acoustic guitar and his perfect pink lips forming each word of the one song that both made me fall in love, and broke my heart.

The ghost of his soothing voice on that day flowed through my ears, sending me into a gentle daze. I don't know how long I laid like that, but I must have imagined him singing that song dozens of times before I finally lulled myself to sleep.

The next day, I agreed to drive Demi to wherever she was meeting Nick and whoever.

It turned out that the plan was to spend the day at the beach, then in the late after noon, hang out on the set of JONAS L.A. The season hadn't aired yet but the boys were still super excited and the fans had loved the first season. Later, they would grab some dinner and just hang out for a while.

When we pulled up to the beach, Demi and I exchanged awkward hugs.

"Thanks again," she smiled. I nodded.

"Have fun."

She stepped out of the car and smiled again. I waved through the window, then turned around to find Joe's face pressed up against the glass of my car window.

I screamed and jumped back as he started laughing. The next thing I knew he had pulled me out of the car and into a tight hug.

"Hey, you! How are you?" he asked cheerfully. I laughed a little, missing our friendship.

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Ecstatic!" he said.

"Wow. Big word."

"Shut up!" he shoved me backwards, playfully. Kevin caught me in another hug and we exchanged a similar greeting.

I went around saying hi to the others who consisted of mostly cast members from Camp Rock and Camp Rock Two.

Then the awkwardness started.

"Hi, Miley," Nick said politely. "It's good to see you."

"You too."

"How are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Pretty good."

I nodded and there was a moment of awkward silence before I gestured back towards my car. "I'd better be getting home now." I turned and reached the handle of the car door before I heard something that I never thought I would ever hear in my life.

"No, wait!" came a female voice from behind the others. "You should stay!"

I froze, terrified that I had heard correctly. When I gathered my courage, I turned around, slowly, to see Selena Russo's smiling face.

"You should stay," she repeated. "And hang out with us."

I stared at her, shocked. There was so much stuff going on here that was so awkward and twisted and weird, I was speechless.

"We'd have fun," she continued, sensing the silence. "When was the last time we've hung out?"

I glanced at Nick. He looked up, feeling my eyes and shrugged, signaling that I could stay if I wanted to.

"Please?" Selena went on. I looked back at her and opened my mouth to give an excuse as to why I had to go, but nothing came out.

"Okay," I finally said, shocking myself. Selena, however, smiled, her face brightening, and hugged me.

"Great!" she giggled.

"Great!" I repeated.


Nick's POV

I knew what she was doing. She was trying to prove to me that there was no bad blood between them. But it was obvious that Miley thought that there was, and she was feeling increasingly awkward about this whole thing. I didn't blame her.

Selena had been trying to patch up our little hang out group for a little while now. At first it was a cute attempt, but I soon realized that she really wanted us all to be okay with each other again. I could tell that she missed Miley and Demi. She really wanted us all to be together as friends again, but we weren't going to be able to.

For one thing, she couldn't have both me and the group. In fact, I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to have the group anyway. Or me for that matter.

We weren't dating. That was for sure. But we had too much complication to say that we were just friends. It got so confusing that sometimes I gave myself a headache when I thought about it.

I sighed, watching the ocean, and found myself wishing that things could be the way they were when my best friend Maya and I hung out as kids. But, everything comes with a price. And this was one of the prices that I had to pay. But I promised myself that I wouldn't change, and I intended to keep that promise.

Then, as if freaking genies existed, I heard her familiar voice.

"It's him! Oh my God! I love you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, sinking to her knees in the sand. I smiled and pulled her up.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully as if she hadn't just embarrassed herself in front of the whole beach.

"Hey," I smiled. Then I realized that she wasn't screaming alone and watched as another girl stood and brushed herself off. Maya noticed my weird look and laughed.

"What, you don't remember your own cast mate?" she teased. I knitted my eyebrows together and stared at the girl.

I didn't recognize her. She must have been sixteen or so, with shoulder length layered brown hair and hazel eyes.

She smiled, revealing straight teeth, the work of braces, no doubt.

"Really, Nick?" Maya complained. I looked at the other girl apologetically but she just laughed.

"It's okay, Maya. I told you he wouldn't remember me, anyways."

Then it hit me.

"Wait... Gretl?" I burst out. She laughed and nodded.

"Yes, Gretl," she giggled.

I smiled. "Yeah, sorry."

"It's okay. I wouldn't have known your name either if you hadn't gone on to be a super star. Congratulations, by the way."

"Thanks." I paused then gave in to my curiosity. "I'm sorry, would you remind me of your name, please?"

She smiled. "It's Olivia."

Immediately a picture of a little brown haired girl of approximately five or six years entered my mind.

She was wearing a pink sundress with a yellow floral pattern and a pink headband in her hair. Her cheeks were chubby and her teeth were tiny pearls, all lined up correctly to create a sweet little smile.

"The cutest little girl I've ever seen!" I remember my mother exclaiming.

She had brought me in for an audition for The Sound of Music and I was really excited. The second my mother asked if I would like to, I jumped all over the house, yelling and singing. Maya had followed me around like the little toddler she was, yelling and singing as well. She must have been two or three.

I remembered later on, while I watched the little girl in the pink dress sit in a chair, patiently, that one of the older kids had said that her cheeks looked like they were stuffed with something because they were so chubby. When he learned her name was Olivia, he started taunting that her cheeks were filled with olives and thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

I wanted to help but I was bullied by that kid too and was slightly terrified.

Luckily, a few of the older kids, even older than the bully, came to Olivia's rescue, but when they appeared, she was so intimidated by their size that she ran out of the room, bumping into me.

She apologized and tried to move past, but I took her arm gently.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded and sniffed.

"I'm fine."

"He's a meanie," I told her. She smiled a little bit and wiped her cheeks.

"My name's Olivia."

"I'm Nicholas."

That was the beginning of my first theater friendship. Olivia and I would always hang out together backstage and rehearse lines and songs. We became as close as a six year old girl and a seven year old boy could get in a theater group.

However, once the production was over, we hadn't ever spoken again. Being little kids, we didn't have anyway to contact each other and were too shy to ask our parents to call or invite over another child of the opposite sex, so that was the last we'd seen each other.

But that was ten years ago.

This was now.

"Wow!" she was saying. "You're really freaking tall!" I smiled.

"Beat Joe by two inches," I bragged. She laughed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks. You look really different too. You look..." I trailed off searching for the words to describe how different this girl in front of me looked from the girl that had chubby cheeks and a pink dress ten years ago.

"Like a girl?" she offered, guessing at what I was noticing.

"Like a... woman..." I finally choked out.

In all my life, I've never experienced a girl's body changing shape before my eyes. Besides Maya. But this was different. I watched Maya change, which was weird enough. But, the last time I saw Olivia, she had a flat chest and a straight figure. Now she had... curves.

"Hair's still as curly as ever though," she continued, ignoring my comment.

"Yep..." I said absentmindedly, still taking in her new... look.

"Wow, Nick. You've really improved your vocabulary."

The deadpan woke me out of my daze as I realized that she had developed an intelligent sense of humor.

"Hey," I defended. "I haven't seen you in, like, ten years. Give me a minute."

"Fine." She flashed another smile and I couldn't help but smile myself. This was too weird.

"Nick?" came a voice behind me. "Hi Maya! Nick, who's this?"

I whipped around and saw Chelsea, looking at Olivia with curiosity.

"Um, Chelsea this is Olivia. Olivia, Chelsea."

I watched as they shook hands and exchanged greetings.

"I'm definitely a fan," Olivia smiled.

"Thanks. I'm glad even older kids like the show," Chelsea joked. Olivia laughed.

"I've always been a Disney freak and when Nick and his brothers showed up on I had a total jaw-drop-holy-crap moment!" She laughed and I was suddenly very ware of her new voice.

It was obviously deeper, but it was softer and richer too.

"I'm sorry," Chelsea said, stepping back a minute. "Am I missing something?"

"Oh!" Olivia laughed a little. "I knew Nick a long, long time ago." She smiled and apologized for the miscommunication but Chelsea only laughed it off.

"That's alright. So, are you of any use to me? Can you tell me any embarrassing secrets or stories about Nicky, here?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Olivia shrugged.

"I don't think so. I didn't know him that well. We only knew each other for about four or five months, I think."

"I bet I can squeeze something out of you," Chelsea teased. Olivia giggled and let Chelsea lead her away to some of the others.

"Good to see her?" Maya asked. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

"What do you mean, you guess?"

"Well, it wasn't like we were that close for that long."

"You seemed happy to see her."

"It was shocking and kind of a cool blast from the past. How'd you find her, anyway?"

Maya shrugged. "We just kinda bumped into each other and got to talking. She said she used to know you so I offered to bring back some memories. She resisted at first. You know, you were probably too busy, you would never remember her, she wouldn't want to look like some whacked out stalker chick..."

I chuckled a little and pictured Olivia and Maya bumping into each other on the street.

"She's nice though," Maya continued. I nodded.

"She is."

"And pretty."

"She definitely looks different."

"Yeah. She has boobs."

"Shut up!"

"You were totally staring at her body!"

"No I wasn't!"

"You so were!"

"It's shocking!"

"That she has boobs?"

"No!... Yes!... I don't know!"

Maya laughed and pulled on my wrist, leading me back towards the group.

"You saw a girl you haven't seen in ten years and you thought she was a little cute. No big deal! You guys were like six the last time you saw each other! It's like re-meeting her. She's probably a totally different person now. Just get to know her and maybe you can be real friends this time around. You know, the fact that she showed up says something."

"You and your fate beliefs."

"Do you believe in the good Lord?" Maya questioned, stopping me in my tracks.

"Of course I do."

"Then how can you think that he sent this girl back into your life after ten years for no reason at all?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly. You don't know why she's here. Clearly there is a purpose behind this. You should just go with the flow. Maybe something good will happen. Maybe she'll give you a good refresher from the celebrity world. You never know!"

I sighed. "If I go over and introduce her and invite her to spend the rest of the day with us, will you shut up?" I asked. Maya nodded.

"Yes I will! For now!"

I gave her a God-you-can-be-so-annoying look along with a you're-like-the-sister-I-never-wanted look. She just gave me a wide grin.


Selena's POV

This new girl was nice, but I wasn't sure that I was enjoying her company.

It's not that I didn't like her, I did. She was nice and funny and treated us like regular kids instead of super stars, which we all appreciated. She got along with everyone and didn't shy away when Joe sprung some pranks and jokes on her, but squeezed her eyes shut, laughing at her own embarrassment.

She was polite, and a bit shy, but warmed up to us pretty quickly.

Again, I liked her, but her appearing was kind of in the way of my plan.

I really wanted to prove to Nick that we could be together without interferance. I also wanted to get rid of all the awkwardness in our group. We used to hang out and have fun all the time. But now people were taking sides and people were alone or against other people and it was just uncomfortable.

I really hated that all of our fans were turned against each other and didn't like one of us because they were originally the fan of someone else first. It was complicated and I hated it.

Plus, being with Nick was really hard when he wanted to patch things up with Miley and she wanted to avoid us at all costs. Us meaning me.

Anyway, this girl was ruining my plan for us all to hang out tonight because suddenly everybody wanted to know about her and Nick and how they knew each other and what not. I wanted to focus more on Miley and Demi. Not this girl. She was just getting in the way.

"Um, I'm not very used to the center of attention," she finally admitted. "And I'm beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. Can we talk about something besides me?"

"Sure!" I said, eager to take this opportunity and move the attention away from her. "So, Miley, have you been super busy lately?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, a little. I've had a tour and we've been filming Hannah Montana Forever."

"I could tell! We haven't hung out in a while!"

The others gave me odd looks and I sighed at Miley's less than eager response.

"Yeah. Sorry about that." I decided that I wouldn't get too much out of her tonight, and turned to Demi instead.

"How about you, Dems? What've you been up to lately?"

She tensed and looked around. "Oh, you know. Stuff. We just finished Camp Rock Two so I've been lucky enough to get a little break."

There were cheers and agreements from the other "Rockers." Then I watched the girl's face brighten.

"Oh yeah! I heard about that!" She turned to Nick. "Is it true that you're going to have a 'summer romance?'" she asked mischievously. He smiled.

"Yep."

The girl giggled, her nose wrinkling, and kicked her feet a little, unable to contain her excitement. "Oh, I can't wait for that!"

"I'll bet you can't," Nick teased. She smiled at his joke.

I gave him a look but I don't think he saw it.

He knew very well how I felt about him. And what was with this new thing right here? This friendly flirting thing? He never did that before, and to tell you the truth, it was getting a little on my nerves.

Normally, something like this wouldn't, but he wasn't single, so its not okay.

"So, who's the girl," she went on.

Chloe raised her hand and sighed.

"Sadly," she said. The girl laughed.

"I'm so sorry!" she said in a mock apologetic tone, patting Chloe's hand.

"Ha ha, very funny," Nick said. They both smiled at him, then Chloe scooted over to the girl to talk about how foolish Nick's character acts and how funny it was that the super star was acting that way towards the fan. They laughed for a while and I realized that this was going to be a long night.

If I can make a start on Miley and Demi, fine, I thought. But if this Olivia girl gets in the way, I won't be happy.


Olivia is made up, but Nick really was in The Sound of Music when he was younger. Unless I got incorrect information. ;)

Miley sounds a bit crazy here, but she's not. She's just lovesick.

Selena sounds a bit bitchy, but you have to understand that she's been planning and working hard for a long time only to have her plans ruined.

Maya doesn't want to set anyone up, she is merely encouraging Nick to be welcoming to change and new friends.

Nick neither likes nor dislikes Olivia, he's just surprised by her changes and a bit curious as to who she is now.

What'd you think?