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Uhh... I don't remember that last time that I updated, but it's felt like it's been too long.

So here you are! :D I didn't proofread, but even if I had there was bound to be mistakes haha.

TRY to enjoy... ;)

I don't suppose I shouldn't be grateful for this. If life was seriously handing me a do-over, who was I to protest? The idea of it really... It was ridiculous. I couldn't really blame my family too much for thinking I'd lost it. In fact, part of me—the reasonable part—was still convinced that I was lying back in my room, on my nice comfortable bed, dreaming this, snoozing down the hours until one of my brothers would interrupt my sleep with something completely obnoxious.

But the other part—the lovesick park—couldn't deny what was going on. Somehow, someway, I was given a re-do. I was given a chance to make everything right with her. I know we both had screwed up so badly, any chance for us getting back together was shot. There was no chance. We had broken each other too much, it just seemed downright cruel that we got back together. It would never be the same…

It was like taking my favorite guitar and smashing it to pieces. I could do one of two things: I could try to fix it or I could just replace it. Fixing it would be harsh, but not impossible, I'm sure. It would take effort and patience, and then I suppose it would be usable again. But even I would know myself that it would never be the same. The thought that any damage was even brought onto it in the first place would haunt the corners of my mind. Because not only had my guitar become somewhat worthless with the damage and restoration, but it would never feel right to hold it again. In a way, it wouldn't be the same guitar it once was.

Then I could just replace it. It would be pricey, but I could manage it. I could buy the finest out there, perhaps finer than my old one. Seems smarter, right?

No.

Because there is a connection between a musician and their most prized instrument. The love and care placed into that first guitar would feel almost wasted if I just ended replacing it. Sure, I would have a more attractive looking guitar, probably one that would play better too. But that really wouldn't matter to me. It would just show me that I could replace anything if I break the first one. I certainly had the money to do so. I would lessen my care for my instruments and replace them when the time seemed fit.

And that's exactly what I had done. I lessened my care for what I had in the first place so I thought I could just replace it for something better. I damaged her. I thought I could fix her. I ended up just trying to replace her.

So in a way… It would make since that I deserved another shot, right?

Let's hope.

"Joe—" I jumped at the sound of my own voice. Now way in hell was I going to get used to that. "—where are we going?"

Joe looked down at me, and for some reason it gave me the creeps. He looked so young. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was younger than my age… My real age, not this weird fantasy age. "I'm just kinda going with the crowd, really. I'm not exactly sure where we're supposed to go." He gave me a small smile before turning to look ahead of him.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. It wasn't so much his returned youth that had me interested anymore, but the look he held in his eyes. From what I could remember when I was thirteen Joe always had a sort of mischievous gleam in his eyes. I was always scared of going out into public with him, always anticipating the kind of embarrassment he would shower me with. It was always inevitable.

But now he looked different. His eyes were tense as if he were expecting a sort of attack, some sort of blow. Every now and then he would flicker his eyes him my direction, so I found it to be less strange diverting my eyes in another direction rather than giving him the impression that I was some creeper brother.

I suppose I did know the reason for his behavior. He was waiting. Well, he wouldn't be disappointed. It would happen, just as I told him.

I looked around at the many people around me. Some were faces I knew, others I had never seen before. I caught sight of a shaggy haired boy talking animatedly with who appeared to be his girlfriend. He let out a loud laugh at something she must've said that he found funny. "Oh!" I murmured to myself. "Zac!"

I was about to run over to greet him when I remembered something: I wasn't famous. I knew them, but they had no clue who I was. I would not only embarrass myself to bits, but most likely lose the chance of having this guy introduce me to Miley. So instead of running over there, I started walking casually in their direction acting as if I were interested in something beyond them.

That is until someone grabbed my wrist and jerked me back in a rather unpleasant, sharp manner.

"What do you think you're doing," Kevin hissed.

"Okay I think you just snapped my wrist," I said, rubbing my wrist.

"You can't just wander off. Mom left me in charge. You follow me, got it?" He growled, completely ignoring my now throbbing wrist.

"Oh, piss off," I responded.

Exactly the right words to say…. If I wanted to get killed.

Any other day that might've worked—when I was seventeen. But now I wasn't seventeen… I was thirteen and quite small. With no muscle and my over-grown hair continuing to block my vision, I really didn't stand a chance against either of my brothers.

Kevin's hand shot out before I could even react, grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me closer to him. Joe made a move to stop him, but seemed to have thought better of it, and stepped aside, whispering, "Not now, Kev. We've got company."

I shot Joe the dirtiest look I could—not now? Then some other time I suppose?—and looked up to see Zac and Vanessa making their way to us. Joe kept his face indifferent as Kevin let go of my shirt. I smoothed out the wrinkles, scowling at both my brothers. I don't remember them ever treating me like this. I was about to say something but I was interrupted by Zac's over-friendly, "Sup, bros?"

Vanessa smiled at all of us, her eyes landing down on me. She stared at me for a few seconds before looking back and forth between me and my brothers. Yup, she caught it. And in exactly three seconds Zac would voice it… Three….Two….One—

"Whoa!" He laughed, looking at us just as Vanessa was. "Why is it that you have such curly hair, when your bothers don't?"

Yup, saw that coming.

"An eighth wonder of the world, I suppose," I replied coolly, my eyes narrowing. One thing I could never stand was every one singling me out as the odd Gray Brother because of my curly hair. Joe was the one with the true straight hair, the true odd one. Kevin was just the gay one who decided it was cool to straighten it.

All of them looked at me with round eyes, obviously surprised at my rudeness.

"Err… I suppose," Zac agreed. He turned back to my brothers, looking taken back. "Well V and I better get back to the fundraiser. Nice meeting you guys." He was sure to keep his eyes on my brothers only as he said this.

Kevin's mouth gaped a little. Joe's blank face took on a shade of relief. His eyes flickered in my direction, the corners of his mouth curling. I could almost read the taunts and insults that were running through his head.

He grabbed Vanessa's hand and started leading her away.

Oh hell. No. That was supposed to be it. It was last time. Last time he led me straight to Miley. Why wasn't he this time?

I could've slapped myself. 'Cause last time you weren't rude to him, idiot I snarled inside my head.

I was about to reach out and apologize, but Vanessa shook her head and stared at me. "Nick, right?"

"Err…yeah," I replied nervously.

She looked at my hair and smiled. "I like your hair. How old are you?"

Zac frowned.

"Th-thanks," I responded. "Thirteen."

She continued to stare at me, a smile playing on her lips. Every few seconds, Zac would softly tug on her hand, showing his displeasure of standing there. Vanessa ignored him. She quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Come one. There's someone I want you to meet."

"O-okay," I grunted as she pulled me harder through the crowd. I turned to see if my brothers were following. Joe was right behind me, his eyes wide and his face shockingly pale. I could just see what was going through his mind: He was right.

"Miley?" He mouthed to me.

I nodded.

I had a fit of hysterics on the car ride here, explaining to my family how I wasn't supposed to be here and that I was actually seventeen from the future. After much convincing to my parents that I didn't need to go to a psych ward, Joe let me explain everything about my life and Miley and how I would meet her here today by Zac (Technically, Vanessa now but my point was being made, nevertheless). At the time his mouth was slightly turned down and his eyes looked unbelieving, but now looking at his pale face, I knew he believed me.

"Nick," Vanessa stopped, slightly out of breath, "This is who I wanted you to meet."

I didn't turn around. My eyes were still locked with Joe's. He looked up at the girl that was standing right behind me. His face started to contort into twenty different emotions. Yup, now he knows that I was telling the truth. The look of horror and confusion upon his face was enough to satisfy me. Call me psycho now, Joe.

Smiling to myself, feeling pleased and slightly smug, I felt it was safe to turn around. To embrace the thirteen year old version of my true love. And I assure you, this time I would be ready. I would make the first move. Instead of holding out my hand, I would hold out my arms and feel her close to me again. I would laugh as she would tell me how she hated my shirt, and it feel like falling in love all over again. It was falling in love all over again.

I turned around.

"Hi, Mi—Selena?"

"Your Selena?" She giggled.

Her eyes were wide and amused. Certainly not the blue I had been expecting—or was it green? Hazel?—but a beautiful chocolate. Her lips were curled in a sort of pleasured smile. She was pleased to see me. My heart gave a jolt. The way she was staring at me….

My heart clenched in my chest and I suddenly couldn't breathe. "Uhm… No… What I meant to say was… er… you… I mean… I just… You… You're… You're so pretty." The words came out in such a rush, I couldn't stop them. I felt my cheeks burn.

She laughed out. My heart leaped. The sound of beauty…

"Thank you," she laughed.

I held out my hand for her to shake and I felt her soft palm clasp to mine. In that second, it felt like everyone disappeared. A heat shot up my body and a chill down my spine as she continued to stare at me. My heart quickened in my chest, and I could even hear her breathing quicken too. This felt so… right. I never wanted to let go.

Whatever I was thinking before this—I honestly don't remember—didn't matter to me. Joe's nervous coughs and Kevin's chuckles sounded like they were hundreds of miles away…

All that mattered to me right now was this girl in front of me.

All that mattered was Selena.

Was that painful for you to read? Try having to write it haha.

Something you should really pay attention to is Nick's reaction to meeting Selena. Rather that falling in love with her (ugh...) can anyone maybe tell me what else happened with him? Anyone catch it? It's in there twice ;) You'll most likely hate me for it haha.

Well, in case you didn't notice (it would be hard to miss though) I started writing through Nick's POV. I'm sorry if you don't like it like this, but I had already planned it like this so I'm not changing back. I'll ALWAYS be writing through Nick's perspective and when Miley comes into play (wink wink) I'll most likely write through her perspective as well. Only those two though. No one else. Oh, and I'm not gonna have a play by play through every day of Nick's younger years lol. I'll be skipping through out. Like next chapter, he'll be fourteen and- Well you'll see. (hint hint, I have next chapter fresh and ready, all it takes is a press on that button to get it ;) No pressure haha)

And please remember... NILEY NILEY NILEY STORY! Haha just trying to make that clear.

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