Miley sat on the roof of the bus. She was texting Oliver, the guy who always knew what to do to make her feel better. He wasn't having much success though. She loved Oliver dearly, but right now she just needed assurance from one guy in particular. As is by a miracle the emergency exit trapdoor opened and Nick clambored out onto the roof. She looked at him and started fussing with her blonde bangs. He sat down next to her, crossing his legs Idian style. She drew her knees up to her chest. Again, like their time on the beach, they were able to sit there together without talking. And again, Nick was the first one to gather up the courage to get what he had to say out.

"Look, Hannah, I'm sorry about earlier" She looked at him. "And I'm sorry I didn't want my brothers to know anything was going on between us." He tried again. Hannah still said nothing. "Hannah? I hope I didn't come off too pushy or anything, I just thought that well..." he trailed off.

"Nick," Hannah finally said. "Its not that...I don't want to, or anything...its just--"

"You weren't ready. Which is cool. I have no problem with that, and I'm really sorry it came off like I did. I will wait. We can wait, we can take the slow road. I just want to be with you. I've told you before I want to get to know you, everything about you, all of you. But we can take all the time in the world"

Hannah looked at her knees intently.
"Are we okay?" Nick asked. He turned his body so he was facing her. Miley cracked a grin.

"Thats my girl." Nick said. He reached his arm around her and drew her closer. They sat like that for a long time. Looking at the stars, being held. The air around them was cold, and Miley cuddled into his chest, loving the warm feeling she was getting. He held her for the longest time. He was waiting for her. Miley boldly turned her head to his face and kissed him. Hearing him let out a low groan she grinned. Nick Jonas was well worth the wait.

"Wow," Nick breathed.

"Sweet niblets," Hannah murmured.

She had no idea how long they were up there for, she lost track of time. They kissed and kissed and kissed. The sky above them was changing, stars were disappearing behind dark clouds, but neither of them noticed. Neither of them noticed until the skys opened up and rain poured down in sheets. Miley looked up from her position in Nicks lap. She looked at him. He shrugged. He didn't care, and neither did she. She put her head to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"You cold?" he asked. Miley was, but she didn't care.

"I'm fine." She twisted her head around and smiled prettily at him. They kissed again. She relaxed into his arms, one at the small of her back, the other on her waist. She wove her own hands into his curls. She felt his hands moving upwards again, she tensed but didn't stop him. To her surprise his hands moved to the back of her neck, then to her temple. She drew back, confused at what he was doing. He looked serious, as he started to pull back her blonde wig. She froze. She did trust him. Jake didn't even know her secret and she had dated him for monthes. She wasn't sure why, but she trusted this kid completely. She placed her hands on top of his and helped him remove the wig. She shook out her brown hair. Miley was before Nick Jonas. She no longer had the cover of confident celebrity Hannah.
She focused on the sky as she moved off his lap and shyly fingercombed her long hair.

She heard his sharp intake of breath, "Wow," Nick breathed. Miley blushed.

"You're gorgeous." She still didn't say anything.

"Nick Jonas," he stuck out his hand.

Miley laughed "Miley Stewart." She shook it.

"Nice to meet you Miley."