I have always had a weird sleeping pattern, so even though we didn't make it home 'til after three, I woke up just before eight. And I couldn't fall back asleep. I tried, I really tried to fall asleep, because I was exhausted. After getting frustrated I set out looking for caffeine. Dense was always adamant about my caffeine addiction, she would never give it to me because she felt it wasn't healthy. I could hear that she was downstairs in the kitchen, almost everyone else was awake already. The only voice I didn't hear in the kitchen was Nick's. Which meant that my next maneuver was going to have to be sneaky.

I knew that Nick always had a secret stash of Red Bull in his bedroom. His mom was always on him for drinking too much Red Bull, so he had to hide it. Usually it was in his closet. So I set off to look. I creped down the hallway. I was making it more fun by pretending to be a ninja. So I was rolling on the floor down the hallway. His door was opened a crack so I snuck in.

I went for the closet. I was still being completely silent. Of course, Nick was a light sleeper, so even my silentness woke him up. He rolled over and squinted at me. "What are you doing?" I froze.

"Looking for the Red Bull."

"Why?"

"Cuz I can't fall back asleep. So naturally I'm gonna die or collapse or something at some point today without some major caffeine. And your mom won't ever give it to me. So I'm stealing the Red Bull from your closet."

"It's not in the closet anymore."

"What? Why?"

"I had to change up the hiding place occasionally, or someone would find it. Now in this moment I see that it was a good idea." He smirked at me.

"Tell me where it is."

"No."

"Why?"

"Why should I give it to you?"

"Cuz you owe me."

"Owe you for what?"

"Um hello. You broke my heart remember?" There was an awkward silence. I didn't meant to bring that up.

"I'm sorry Miley. Here." He reached under his bed and tossed me a can of sugarfree Red Bull. I smiled.

"Thank you." I was about to leave, but he stopped me.

"Miley. I really am sorry. I...I never wanted to hurt you."

"Well then why'd you dump me?" I left his room quietly. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I drank the Red Bull. I was surprised he actually gave it to me. I felt a little guilty though. I never wanted to bring up the break-up. I really just wanted to avoid all those awkward and painful moments.

I sat and wrote in my journal again for a while before deciding to get dressed and ready for the day. I hadn't done anything yet, I was still wearing my pajamas and my glasses and my hair was just in a messy knot of a bun on top of my head. I was feeling particularly lazy, so I just threw on some shorts and a tank top and left my hair.

It was around three in the afternoon before I went downstairs looking for food. I settled for Pop-Tarts. As they were in the toaster I made a mental note that I better go to the gym, or at least get in some running if I was going to keep eating all this junk food.

After I finished with my Pop-Tarts I went outside with my guitar. Well I didn't just go outside, I ended up on the roof. I don't know why I like the roofs of places so much, but I do. Especially in the summer when it's hot. Then I can get some writing done, and get a tan.

For one of the first times in my life, I was stuck. I couldn't find any inspiration for a song. I sat out there with my guitar and notebook for a really long time, but I felt nothing. There was nothing there. So I sat and thought. I thought for a long time, about a lot of things before finally crawling back into my bedroom window. I was surprised to see Nick in there.

"Oh um.." He blushed. I looked at him in shock.

"Why do you have my journals?"

"Well. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop..."

"Why? Why did you have to go and ruin everything? I thought we could put the past behind us and have a great summer."

"Miley, come on. I made a mistake."

"Those are so personal!" I ran and took them from his hands. "I don't go and steal your stuff." He gave me one of those looks.

"Have you forgotten this morning?"

"Oh come on. I stole your freakin' red bull. That's different."

"I know, it's just. Can we talk? I mean some of the stuff in here.."

"We shouldn't have anything to talk about! You were never supposed to see those."

"Well technically they're written to me..."

"To you, not for you! There is a difference."

"I'm so sorry." I rushed up to him and grabbed my notebooks.

"Get. Out."

"But Miley."

"Now. Get. Out now." I hissed. He left. I could not believe he sank so low.


I meant to post this yesterday but FanFiction was being weird so I couldn't. But here it is!

Thanks for reading :)

P.S. Anyone else watching the Grammys tonight?