For the next few days, life wasn't so bad. I eventually got to know everyone's names, thanks to Nick. It was actually starting to feel like home. Every day started out in a routine; wake up; breakfast; read a book; wander around set. Then in the afternoon, during Nick's break, he'd take me to someplace new he had discovered, or he'd make me do things that I never thought I'd be doing. He was changing my life. And at night, the routine fell back into place: I'd sneak through the secret passage with Nick, watch the stars, eat dinner, walk back to my tent, and fall asleep anticipating the next day.

The last few days I've been able to spend with him, helped me gain a deeper understanding of the Nick Grey that was talked about so much. I learned about the talent agent who had discovered him; the hard crawl to make it to the top in the entertainment industry; but we never talked about his past, before he had been discovered, never about the hardships he went through in the orphanage he was raised in… or even farther back: his parents. I still haven't seen the sentimental Nick I had seen on the first day. Every time the conversation began leading to his past, he quickly change the subject; specifically to me.

"So what's your story?" he asked me one day.

I shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"C'mon," he said. "Everyone has a story. Movies aren't that different from life. There's always a beginning, a climax, and an ending."

"Then I guess the beginning of my story was when I was born?"

"Not exactly," he explained. "It can be anything you want. The first major mile stone of your life."

I let that sink in a moment before I answered. "I guess it would be when me, my dad, and my mom visited New York all together one day. I remember getting lost in this department store, and I didn't know where to go. I didn't cry. I was too young to realize I was lost. After a few minutes, they found me… or rather I found them. My mom was frantic. I remember that look on her face. My dad just held her hand supportively, trying to be the calm one. They balanced each other… And when I ran towards them, they both wrapped their arms around me. I remember my mom's hair smelled like apples; like the ones we used to pick in together in October."

"When we were still a family," I thought to myself.

I continued, "And at that moment, with me in their arms, them murmuring my name in my hair as they carried me into the car and even still as we made our way home... They didn't let go. And that was the day that I knew that I'd never be alone. Never,"

I turned to look at Nick. He nodded. "I'd definitely call that a beginning."

I turned to look at my hands. "And I guess my climax of my story would be their divorce."

He turned towards me, his hazel eyes searching mine. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged his sympathy off. "It's fine. My dad made his choice. He didn't want us. As long as he's happy."

"Are you happy?" he asked.

I turned to look at him; the movie- star that half the world knew. And here I was, a 17- year old student who gets the regular B's and C's, talking to him as if we've known each other our whole lives.

I smiled. "I think I am."

He smiled back at me as he continued eating his plate of chili cheese fries and burgers; something I had recently introduced him too.

I smiled from my flashback as I made my way towards his trailer. Today was a hotter than usual, and the only place with working air- conditioning was his trailer. "Hello?" I called out as I slowly opened the door. I walked in and sighed as I felt the cool air touch my skin. I walked farther through and lay down on his couch.

"Excuse me," a high voice exclaimed. "Who are you? And what are you doing in here?"

I sat up quickly and faced the one and only Selena Jansen. THE Selena Jansen. Famous singer; song- writer; and newly up- coming actress. "Oh my god," I gasped. "You're Selena Jansen."

"Yes. I know that," she rolled her eyes. "And who are you?"

"I'm Miley Stewart," I explained. She raised an eyebrow.

"Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"No. My mom's working on set."

"And crew member's daughters can randomly just walk into Nick Grey's trailer?" she eyed me thinking I was some crazy fan.

"No, actually we're…" I started, but Nick took that moment to walk in.

"Hey, Miley," he called out with a smile. "Rehearsal was hell today. Has it always been this hot?" he threw me a water bottle.

"Ehem," Selena coughed. Nick turned around and finally faced her.

"Selena?" Nick gasped as his eyes widened. She grinned as she ran over to him and brought him into a long embrace. I sat there awkwardly pretending to look away. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Selena grinned as she prepared to tell a story. "The old girl that was supposed to play Samantha got the flu or something, so they hired me for her part!" she squealed as she hugged him again.

"Samantha? As in my love interest in the movie?" he asked.

"That's the one," she squealed again. I guessed they must have forgotten I was in the room as they slowly got into a long conversation about how each other was doing. Embarrassed, I slowly made my way out of the trailer.

"Miles!" he called out after me. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I just guessed you guys would want to catch up," I explained.

"It's fine. You can stay. I had some things planned for today," he smiled encouragingly. I would have smiled back if Selena wasn't giving me the death stare behind him.

"No. It's fine. We can do it another day," I said encouragingly. As I walked away, I could hear her high- pitch voice break through the desert air.

"Who was that?"

Nick's voice was softer, but it pierced even sharper. "Just a friend, Sel. Just a friend."

I sat with the rest of the crew under the massive umbrella for shade as I watched my mom work with Nick and Selena. After a few minutes, my mom packed up her stuff and left Selena and Nick alone. I watched as she flipped her perfectly glossed hair behind her shoulders and as Nick laughed and smiled at every word that came out of her mouth.

"Those two are on again, I'm guessing," Jeanne, the make- up artist, sighed behind me. I turned around.

"They've been together?"

"Duh, hunny. What magazine have you been reading in? They dated for like 2 years." I turned around to look at them again. This time, he was carrying her as she squealed and pretended to struggle out of his grasp.

"I heard it was pretty serious too," she said behind me.

"Why'd they break- up?" I asked curiously.

She leaned closer to me. "I heard Selena cheated on him with David Ryan."

"David Ryan? As in the model/ actor?" She nodded.

"Then I guess they're probably not getting back together?"

She laughed. "Let's just say that this movie is as much a romance as it is an action movie."

I looked away and back at them. They were now standing close enough that their lips could touch if they had leaned forward. My stomach turned in my stomach as I looked away guiltily.

Why did I care? I didn't like him. We were just friends. Just friends. We both made that very clear. He has millions of adoring fans; I have … almost no one. It'd be impossible anyway. Right?

I looked up and noticed the sky was beginning to darken. I stoop up quickly and walked the opposite direction of Selena and Nick.

"Miles!" Nick called out. "Where are you going? It's almost dinner," he hinted. He would be taking me back to the passage. I wondered if he'd take Selena with him…

"Um… my mom asked me to eat with her tonight," I quickly lied. "Is that okay?"

Disappointment flickered through his eyes, but he quickly layered his 'grin' over it. "It's fine. Maybe tomorrow, then?"

I nodded as I gulped back my regret.

"C'mon, Nicky. I'm hungry. What's there to eat in this place?" Selena groaned from behind him. She began to drag him away, but he kept eye- contact with me… Every single step.