A/N: Wow, thanks a lot to the reviewers! You guys are the best!

And thanks to jss2420 for editing :)

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Three

I tiptoed into the silent house, my heels in my hand and a silly grin plastered across my face. I looked back at the boy and waved. He waved back, and I turned the knob of the door and pushed it open. The house was eerily silent and empty, and I looked at the clock above the kitchen stove. It read 12:39 AM. I wasn't surprised.

I ran up the stairs to my room and placed Jade's Manolos back in her closet and unzipped my dress. I let it drop to the floor, found an old, ratty t-shirt, and pulled it over my body. I slipped a small pair of booty shorts on, then tied my hair up in a messy bun and flopped onto my bed. I smiled, thinking of my evening, and the person I spent it with.

And I didn't even know his name.

The next morning, I woke up later than usual. I walked down the stairs, expecting everyone to be passed out with massive hangovers, but they were all staring at me with curious eyes. "What?" I asked meekly.

"What happened last night? Did you sleep with mystery boy? What's his name? Is he a good kisser? What did you talk about?" I was being bombarded with questions from every girl in the house.

I smiled and looked down, picking the top of my black nail polish. "Um, he likes Elvis Costello, singing, and has a golden retriever?" I said in a questioning tone, looking up to see their eyes more alert. I guess hangovers didn't hold true for these girls.

"Tell us his name already and whether or not you guys hooked up!" Jenny exclaimed from the back.

"I actually don't even know his name, and we didn't even hug goodbye," I shrugged. Their mouths shot open, except for Penny, who asked, "Why not?"

I struggled to find an excuse so they wouldn't think I was childish. "I- I didn't want to move too fast. I mean I got the speechless boy to say something, so I wasn't going to ruin my chances by doing anything that would scare him away."

They muttered things under their breaths, and I turned beet red. "I'm seeing him again today, though," I added quickly. It was a lie, but what they don't know wouldn't hurt anyone.

They murmured words of appraisal, and I beamed, and then went back upstairs, claiming I had to get ready. I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm down my nerves. What I couldn't understand was how I was actually lying this easily. And deep, deep down, I was afraid it was going to become my life.

I changed into a white summer dress and slipped on my gladiators, then straightened my hair. I applied makeup, less than last night, and threw my purse over my shoulder. I figured that I'd have to get out of the house for them to believe me, so I might as well walk to lunch. Besides, the other girls were pledging the other freshman today, and I was excluded since I was only a freshman.

"Bye girls!" I called. I heard a chorus of byes and good lucks.

I shut the door behind me and walked down the path to the road. As I walked by the main campus, I saw the new students saying goodbye to their parents and carrying boxes up to dorms, and I felt a small pang of homesickness. The school was decorated in its main colors and the band was playing in the distance, getting the incoming freshman and returning students ready for school starting in three days. Again, there was a small part of me that wished that I could be with these kids, with the real college experience, but then remembered how lucky I was that I was even in the sorority I was in.

I reached in my purse and moved my wallet to reach for my sunglasses. I unfolded them and put them on. I had no idea where I was walking to, or for how long, but I was certain that there would be a food restraunt somewhere, just hopefully close. I didn't know how long my gold gladiators would last.

The early afternoon was brisk, and I walked past many runners, moms with baby strollers, and couples holding hands. It was a typical day in San Diego, and from my experience with tourists back in Malibu, I could easily spot who was visiting from different states, and silently mocked them in my head.

I had to do a double take when I noticed that I was walking next to a small sandwich café. I smiled and walked in, the bell chiming with a ring. The owner greeted me, and then continued making the sandwich for the customer in line. I stood at the back of the line behind a tall, muscular older man. I took out my phone and checked for messages, and texted Jake to see how his movie was doing, since we were still close, almost closer than I was with Oliver and Lilly, and had no feelings for each other whatsoever anymore.

By the time I answered his response it was my turn to order. I ordered the usual- turkey and cheese on white, lightly toasted, all the extras. I paid for a drink and chips and then took out a ten dollar bill from my wallet. After I was handed my change, I went and filled up my cup with Coke, and went outside to find a seat in the sun. I found a cute table towards the back, where it seemed more private, and with an umbrella blocking the sun's glare.

I was opening my bag of chips when I heard a chair move close to me, and I looked up to see the guy from the night before sitting in the chair in front of me. He was wearing black and white Ray-Bans and a white polo and dark jeans.

"Wow, stalker much?" I teased.

He grinned, and took a sip from his drink. "Nah, this is my favorite place to eat. And apparently yours, too. Gosh, we have more in common than we think." He looked surprised.

"I just came here today, wanted to get out of the house, you know?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "By the way, you sat down at my table," he smirked. "This is where I usually sit. I would've kicked you out, but I figured you were still upset that you had to go a whole 12 hours without seeing me," he teased.

I laughed softly. "I don't see your name written on this table," I retorted. His eyebrows furrowed. I reached into my purse and pulled out a purple sharpie. I wrote, in big bubby letters, Miley's table.

He smiled. "Your name is Miley?" he asked.

I nodded. "And yours is?"

"I'm not telling you," he replied, and took a big bite of his sandwich. I scoffed.

"Then tell me something else. Something nobody knows. A secret," I asked.

He bit his lip and looked down. "Okay, but you have to say something too." I nodded my head. "I've only had one girlfriend," he said quietly.

I looked up at him. How could he, the most gorgeous guy I've met since Orlando Bloom, only have had one girlfriend? It just didn't add up. "Seriously?"

He nodded, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Your turn."

"Okay. You have to swear not to tell anyone. And this is a big secret too, so you'll have to tell me your name too."

"Alright."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was telling a stranger, who I'd known for less than 24 hours, my biggest secret. It didn't make sense, but I had trust in him that he would understand, and that he wouldn't tell anyone.

I crossed my fingers under the table. "You know the big superstar Hannah Montana?" He nodded. "That… that's me."

I looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He stared at me with a blank face, and then slowly shook his head.

"What? God, I just told you the secret that only my family and three closest friends know and you shake your head at me? I knew I shouldn't have told you," I muttered.

"I can't believe it. Last night I went on about how I longed to be a musician, and the whole time you were one? And the fact that you just threw it away like it was a piece of trash disgusts me. Some of us actually work for what we want. Wow, you actually are like your sorority sisters. All of you are the same!" He started getting up out his chair.

"Wait!" I pleaded. He paused from getting up, waiting for an answer. "What's your name?" I asked.

He laughed, and scooted his chair back in. "Wow, that was kind of jerky of me to do. I'm sorry."

I smiled. "It's okay. I already figured the whole very opinionated thing out, don't worry about it."

He extended his arm in front of me, and I shook it. "Hi, I'm Nick."

And with that, he welcomed me into his life, and I was changed forever, whether I liked it or not.


A/N: So... yeah. A little short, I know. Thoughts?

And what did you guys think about JB's live chat yesterday? I wasnt able to watch the entire thing cause I had somewhere to be, but I watched most of the rest on YouTube. Joe seemed kind of depressed, Nick talked.. a lot, for him at least, and Kevin was... Kevin. Their one from 07 was better, in my opinion. But when they sang Please Be Mine... my heart melted.

Review? :)