I stood up from my position on my bed, still shaking from confusion and shock that I was no longer in the body of a seventeen-year-old girl. I felt the shapes of my face as I looked into the mirror, and I was scared. I didn't know what I was doing or how this happened or if this was a joke? I was just confused and scared and nervous and shocked. I just wanted everything to go back to the way that they were before I suddenly turned back in time two years of my life. Thinking back, I did remember Nick Jonas calling me back the day after I finally kissed him. I looked at the date on the calender. It was November 1, 2008. It was 22 days until my birthday, 22 days until Nick Jonas asked me out, 22 days until Demi became my best friend. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how I was going to be do this. I didn't know how to be a fifteen-year-old again. I had forgotten what it was like. It couldn't be that different, could it? I had 22 days to do everything that I did to make Nick Jonas fall in love with me. I had 22 days to figure out how to stop Selena from falling for him like he fell for her. I had 22 days to change my life forever. I had 22 days to make sure that everything turned out right this time. 22 days.

X

Nick hung up the phone from the phone call that he had just had with the girl he had recently been crushing on. He smiled and picked up the guitar that was on the side of his bed next to him. He grabbed a pick from his bedside table and strummed away on a song that he was writing. He had been taking lessons since he was 11, and he and his guitar had been inseparable ever since. He thought of everything that had been going through his mind, the girls that had played tricks on him and broke his heart, the girls that had been nothing but sweet to him that built his hopes up. He smiled as he looked through the pictures on his cell phone that he had taken with his friends. He saw Miley's bright and contagious smile in the background of one of his pictures. He flipped through a few more pictures to see one of the pictures of just him and Miley, one that he had taken. Her hair was hanging in her face, and he thought he would give anything just to touch her hair and move it away from her beautiful eyes.

"If I had you, I would never hurt you." He said out loud as he touched the screen on his cell phone. He wished that it could be the actual cheek of Miley that he was caressing rather than just the fingerprinted screen of his cell phone. He noticed how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Just looking a picture of Miley made him feel hot. "Burnin' Up," He uttered, then smiled. "Burning up, burning up for you baby." He ran across his room to get his yellow notepad and his song writing pen. Thoughts of Miley raced through his confused, teenage boy mind. He pictured the perfect girl in his head, high heels, red dress, all by herself. He had to catch his breath.

He wrote down everything that was pumping through his veins, all of the passion, everything.

X

I shook every annoying panic though from my head and tried to keep my focus on the only thing that really mattered to me: Getting Nick Jonas back. Pacing, pacing, stomping around the room to find some sort of answer as to what I did wrong the first time I was fifteen, I took a deep breath and tried to think clearly. Rain pattered outside of the window. I walked over to the clear, fogged glass and rubbed my palm against it so I could see outside. I looked down at my garage and huge front yard to see the place where I had my sweet sixteen that was going to be in 22 days. It was an amazing party, and I got everything that I could have ever asked for.

The door to my room opened suddenly and I swiveled around on my heels to see my mother standing the doorway, shaking her head, disappointed at me. "Okay, this is going to be an interesting conversation, I already know." She said as she walked into my room and sat down on my puffy pink bed. "Now, could you please tell me why that nice young girl, Demi, woke up this morning in your bed? I promise that I won't yell at you or lose my temper. I'm just looking for an explanation because I know that Demi has never even been to our house before. She told me that you two aren't friends, and that's one of the reasons that she was so incredibly shocked to wake up here." My mom said, looking incredibly calm and not upset like she did earlier.

"Mom, I didn't do anything wrong! I promise. I don't know what's happening to me. I'm so confused." I said, grabbing my temples with my two index fingers and massaging lightly to stop the headache that was slowly coming on.

"What's confusing you? Can I help?" My mom asked, being motherly.

I sighed and shook my head, "I don't think you can help me unless you know how to work a time machine." I walked closer to her because she had a very confused look on her face too. "Mom, how old am I?" I asked her as I sat down next to her on my fifteen-year-old bed.

"You're fifteen. Almost sixteen." She said as she were being somehow tested. I closed my eyes in the horror. I didn't know how this could possibly be happening to me. "Miley, what's going on?" My mom asked at me as she grasped my shoulder, worried about me I guess.

"Mom, I'm not fifteen. I've already had my sixteenth birthday." I said.

She looked at my funny, "Is this a game?" She asked. "What are you doing?"

I shook my head, "It's not a game. I'm seventeen-years-old, and I'm trapped in a fifteen-year-old body. I woke up this morning and it seemed like time had just gone backwards. I was seventeen yesterday, but today, I'm not. Today, I woke up fifteen. When I'm seventeen, Demi and I are best friends, and she sleeps over all the time, and she did last night when I was seventeen. But this morning, I woke up fifteen, and she was here, and I wasn't her best friend yet." I tried to explain, but it all just came out sounding like I was a babbling idiot.

"What?" My mom asked, completely not following a single word that I had just said, "Miley, that's a terrible story. You should try to think of an excuse more believable." She said.

"No, I swear that's the truth. I knew you wouldn't believe me." I groaned.

She patted me on the back, "When you feel like telling me why Demi was here, you tell me." She said, smiling a weary fake smile.

"I already did. I wish you could help me, but I know that it's too much to ask you to believe such a story." I said, my eyes swelling up with tears. I cracked the knuckles in both of my thumbs and tried not to let the tears roll down my face, but the tears came, and I cried silently as my mother watched me.

"Mi, what's going on? What have you gotten yourself into?" She asked me.

"I told you!" I yelled out, "I'm not fifteen! I've gone back in time or something! I'm seventeen years old, and my room doesn't look like this anymore, and Demi is my best friend, and you're hair isn't that long anymore, and Noah isn't eight, she's ten!" I cried out, just wanting someone to help me, to explain to me why this was happening. Was it a dream? What was going on? I felt the room get dizzy, and I started to see things swirling around the room. My mom's face wasn't staying still, and it looked like she had four eyes. She whispered something, but I couldn't hear her. I fell back onto my bed, completely laying out, calming myself so I could know what was going on. Nothing was going right. Everything was out of control. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of my mother's voice clearly.

"You're sick, honey." She muttered, putting her cold hand to my forehead, "You aren't feverish. You probably just need some rest." She put a blanket around me, and I felt her tuck the blanket's side underneath me. She smiled softly, and she hugged me, "Can you hear me, Miley?"
"Yeah." I said quietly. "But it would be so much better if I could hear you with my seventeen-year-old ears instead of my fifteen-year-old ones."

She patted me on the shoulder lightly as I slammed my eyes shut, "Miley, you don't look so good. You look absolutely dreadfully pale, and you're skin is cold." She said, and I gigged at the sound of her describing me as a vampire. "What?" My mom asked at the sound of my giggle.

"Nothing." I said. "I got a chill and it tickled." I lied.

She smoothed the hair from my face and left me to think by myself. I sighed and opened my eyes again to see the frosty pink ceiling that now disgusted me. There was a big stack of Algebra book on my night stand, and I knew that only freshman took Algebra, while juniors, like me, took geometry. Not a geometry book in sight. This was really happening, I wasn't dreaming, and there wasn't a way to get me back to normal. Why? was the only question that really came to mind now. Was it the fact that I had wished so badly to get Nick back? I had wished that hard before. Maybe it was just the right time to go back in time and find out why I was really put on this earth. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be with Nick. Maybe this was supposed to be showing me a lesson. A lesson that I needed to learn about love and life. Laying there on my bed, I had a revelation. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be with Nick after all.