"What's gotten into you?" A curious Joe questioned me in our dressing room. It was around 7:45 that night and Miley was already on stage as Hannah. He stepped in front of me as he tied his purple tie around his neck.

"What do you mean?" I answered his question with a question and I turned away from him to look in the mirror as I tied on my own tie.

"You're just actin' like... I don't know, like you haven't seen Miley in a year." He told me and I saw him give me a concerned look through the mirror. Little did he know, I felt exactly like I haven't seen her in a year. I mean how was I supposed to act? I can actually tell her I love her and get the same response, not "Nick, I'm sorry, but I'm with him now..." Like I did once already. I needed to give her all the affection I could. We're supposed to break up in a week, I just couldn't let that happen. I saw both of us go through it once, I couldn't do that again. It would kill me.

I stared back at him through the mirror and let my hands fall to my sides. He raised his eyebrows at me, wanting an explanation, I sighed and turned to him. "Look, I just love her. I can't help it. I'm in love with her and I want to show it." I told him and grabbed my blue jacket and slipped it on.

"It's not just the way you act around Miley, Nick. You sucked at rehearsal, no offense, but it's like you suddenly forget the set list, where you're supposed to go and when you're supposed to go there, over night." Okay so that true, only because I don't remember every little detail about the Best Of Both Worlds tour. To them, it's fresh in there mind, to me it's a little foggy. How would I explain this to Joe? He'd think I was crazy and send me to an insane institute if I told him that I am Nick from 2009 and I was sent back to 2007 to prevent the breakup between Miles and I. Oh wow. Maybe I am insane.

"Guys we're on in less than 5 minutes, come on!" Kevin announced and ran out of the room.

"Do you remember the set list bro or do I have to tell you?" Joe asked walking out and I followed. But I wasn't sure if he was serious or joking. Something in his voice told me it was more serious than joking.

"Joe, I'd tell you what was up, but you'd never believe me." I informed him as we were standing right next to the stage and I was putting my guitar on.

"Try me." He challenged. I opened my mouth to tell him, knowing he wouldn't believe me, but then we heard Miley announce us and Joe looked at me expectantly.

"I'm really Nick from 2009 not 2007 and Miley and I breakup in a week, December 19th to be exact and I think I was sent back in time to fix it because it ruins both of us." I said quickly and he stared at me with wide eyes before we were both, literally, pushed onto the stage.

The concert went well. Kind of. Well I did good. So did Miley and Kevin. Joe on the other hand...well I guess he was in shock from what I told him before. He did okay. He's had his better shows.

And I don't think he ever stared at me so much in one show.

After we had gotten on stage he was sending some mixed emotion glances my way. Mixed as in, freaked out, concerned, and confused.

When we got off stage and Miley went on as herself and Joe pulled me into a secluded room and demanded an explanation.

"How could you tell me that right before we went on? I was just as bad tonight as you were earlier today!" He exclaimed and threw his hands up.

"You told me to tell you! Besides I'm pretty sure I made it very clear that you wouldn't believe me, so don't say I didn't warn you, because I did." I replied and plopped down on a chair, letting my head fall into my hands. It would be too good to be true if he believed me right away.

"I don't believe you, man." He started but I just sighed and shook my head. I knew he wouldn't. "I mean come on, you're Nick form 2009, who came to 2007, to prevent you and Miles from breaking up? That's the lamest excuse I have ever heard, and I come up with some pretty lame ones. That's just ridiculous! Especially the part about you and Miley breaking up. You guys are inseparable. Sure, you have your arguments, but an hour later, at the most, you guys are back to sucking face and flirting non-stop." I lifted my head up and rolled my eyes. Nicely put Joe, nicely put.

"The day you and Miley breakup will be the day girls stop thinking I'm incredibly hot." Joe said and smiled smugly. I smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well then, get ready to be a big bowl of ugly in exactly one week." I told him and stood up, about to walk out the door. I knew there was no point in telling him. I might as well just do what I gotta do and not tell anyone else who I really am.

"Wait," I heard him call, so I turned around to face him again. "You're serious... aren't you?" He asked and I nodded anxiously.

"As a heart attack."

"Whoa, that's pretty serious." He said

"I know! That's why I need your help." I said desperately and all I got in return was a skeptical look.

"I need proof." He demanded. I guess that's reasonable. I'd want proof if someone was telling me all of this, too. But what proof did I have? I looked like I did in late 2007, I had all the same physical features... but I have a mind from 2009, which means I hold memories all of 2008...and all of this tour. Maybe if I "predict" something that I remember happened, and he sees it happen, Joe will believe me.

"Okay, proof." I said, leaving the room and signaling him to follow. Once I felt his presence walking next to me I spoke again, "So today's the 12th? Wednesday. Where are we?"

"Lexington, Kentucky... Rupp Arena." He answered and I could feel his eyes on me, giving me a confused look. I ignored it and stopped him once we arrived in front of our dressing room.

I remember what happened perfectly after we got off stage, the first time... in 2007, Frankie rode his scooter passed our room.

"Okay, now what?" He questioned, I told him to wait a few seconds.

"Frankie is gonna ride by on his scooter."

"He always does. That's not proof, Nick." He said, and just as he said that Frankie came rolling by.

"Yeah, but does he he always trip over his own foot, fall flat on his face, and end up with a skinned knew and bruised elbow?" I said in a knowing way and Joe watched in amazement as what I said would happen happened. His eyes got wide but I could tell he tried to act casual.

"Which elbow?" Crap. I believe it was his...

"Left. Right knee." Than Joe ran over to check him and I followed.


"Joe, Kevin, I need to talk to you." I heard Miley loudly whisper from my bunk. We left the arena about 2 hours ago and we were one our way to Cincinnati, Ohio. Sure enough I was right about Frankie's minor injuries from his scooter accident. I'm not gonna lie, not only was Joe freaked out but so was I. It all became real to me that I really was living in 2007. I thought the concert would have done it for me but it didn't. It was the smallest thing that really hit me. I guess I wasn't only proving to Joe that I some how went back in time, but to myself, also.

"Is there something going on with Nick?" She asked them softly, but not soft enough. I could answer her question right now. Yeah there is. I'm freaking out, I don't know what I'm gonna do to save our relationship. Our break up was mutual and if I don't agree with it, we are still going to break up. I lose either way.

"Why do you ask...?" Joe spoke up curiously and I could barely hear Kevin agree with him.

"He's just... been really clingy lately, not that I don't mind because I love when he wants to be around me but not only that but this morning... he was acting strange. And today at rehearsals... he was bad. Really bad. I just wasn't sure if you guys knew anything, I mean he tells you everything, so I was wondering if you knew what was up." She spoke slow and cautious. Probably afraid of me hearing. Well I did. Normally I might be offended, but how could I be now? She was right. About it all. I have been clingy. I don't mean to, but I just couldn't help myself. I haven't been able to show her affection since God knows when. But of course, that was only in my mind. To them I have seen her everyday. So I understand why Miley would be concerned.

It was silence for a few moments and I listened carefully, waiting for Joe to speak up and spill my secret. I wouldn't blame him if he did tell, I don't want him to lie... I wouldn't want to be lied to.

"You're right, Miles. But I honestly have no clue." Kevin said and again it was silent. I could just picture Joe's facial expression. His jaw is locked, trying not to give anything away, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the pressure of deciding whether to tell or not tell. Miley's holding a strong gaze on him, knowing that if she doesn't break it he will eventually crack. But if he told her... who knows what her reaction would be, because the way I acted this morning would be enough to prove that Joe isn't making up what he tells her, if he tells her.

"Joe, what do you know?" She questioned and I figured now would be a good time to interrupt their "secret" meeting.

"I, uh, I know nothing. Nothing at all." He lied through his teeth and I think Miley could sense that. I think Joe and Kevin both knew Miley could sense that, because the air turned cold and thick with tension. Miley always knew when she was being lied to, and she hated being lied to, she hated even more that someone would have the guts to lie to her, as if she was an idiot. Lying was offending to her.

I heard enough and got up from my bunk and walked over to the couch where the three of them sat, acting all innocent, making it too obvious I was the topic of their conversation.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked casually and Miley looked up and smiled at me. Her smile did me in. I walked over, smiled without a force back at her and sat down next her, placing my arm over her shoulder as she wrapped hers around my waist and rested her head on my chest.

Joe and Kevin turned on a video game and paid attention to that for a while. I felt Miley take a deep breath and I assumed she was just about to fall asleep. I looked down and her eyes were closed, she looked so peaceful. I smiled softly and closed my own eyes.

Then it dawned on me. What if when I wake up... it's in 2009. What if all of this really is just a dream. A really realistic dream. I couldn't go to sleep. I was scared. I was actually terrified. I don't want to wake up in my bed at home. I want to stay here and fix this. I need to stay here and fix this. My eyes snapped open and I looked down at her and it broke my heart to know that if I couldn't figure out a way to save us, I would break hers.


A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait. I lost inspiration for a bit but it came back! I won't be updating at all for a week though because I'm heading to Maine, but I will write in my notebook and hopefully have a chapter up when I get back.

I hope you like this chapter. The next chapter will be total Niley. =]

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