Miley's P.O.V.

I'm getting ready to go to the beach with Nick. I'm wearing a t-shirt and Capri pants with some black converse… simple me. Its 5:50 at the moment, I'm pretty much ready, so now I'm just waiting. Time goes so slow when you're just waiting; not doing anything in particular, but sitting in your living room.

I started to play with my fingers, and before I knew it, the doorbell rang. I got up and walked over to the door, but before I opened it; I kinda… fluffed, my hair.

"Hi Nick." I said with a smile.

"Hi Miley. You ready to go." He asked.

"Yeah."

"Is it okay if we just take my car?"

"Yeah that's cool." I replied. We walked over to Nick's car, and got in.

Nick was wearing a blue polo shirt with some dark jeans. I loved the shirt; the color blue looks really good on him. The whole way to the beach was spent in comfortable silence. When we arrived we got out. I took off, running for the sand; Nick was surprised by my sudden fast movement. It didn't take him long to catch up with me.

I started to do cartwheels, and jump all around. To be honest you could pretty much say I looked like a kid in a candy store. Nick grabbed my arm and spun me around; soon we both got dizzy and went for the ground. I landed on top of him and looked him in the eye; we both held each others gaze. Soon I realized I was still on him and blushed. I quickly got off of him and took a seat beside him.

"So… Nick what shall we talk about?" I asked.

He propped himself up on his elbows and said;

"Well… I can start off by asking you, how was your day?"

"It was good. And yours?"

"I was good… partly."

"Partly?" I asked.

"Well my brother Joe decided to use one of my shirts without asking and got grape juice all over it." Nick said with a glaring look on his face. I could see he was imagining Joe with his shirt on and a glass of grape juice in his hands. "Some times my brothers and I fight, but in the end we all still love each other."

"You're very lucky to have such caring siblings." I said looking at him with a smile.

"Yeah. So what about your family? Do you have any siblings?" Nick asked looking at me from the sand.

"No… but I consider Lilly as my sister; if that counts."

"It can count for you." Nick said with a chuckle.

"Good." I hit him playfully on the shoulder. "So what did you do today?" I asked.

"My brothers and I helped our mom around the house."

"I've never known boys to clean." I teased.

"Whatever. So what did you do?"

"Nothing, but sat around watched reruns of the (70's show)… don't judge." I said retuning my gaze to the water. He chuckled and did the same.

"Did you watch it with your mom? Joe and my mom watch it together all the time." Said Nick.

I looked away.

Memories of me and my mom rushed into my mind so fast. Not that I didn't like thinking about my mom, it's just really hard to know she's no longer physically in my life and there's nothing I can do about it. I would give anything just to be with her again.

Before I knew it, tears where falling down my face. I looked back over at Nick, and he looked concerned and worried.

"Miley are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Nick asked

"No it's nothing." I said struggling to wipe away my tears. Nick didn't buy it.

"Miley, I know we've only known each other for a few days, but I just want you to know you can trust me." Nick said looking me in the eye.

I just knew, with those words, I could trust him.

"My mom died in a car accident when I was 13." I said blankly; tears still falling down my face, good thing I didn't where make-up.

"Oh Miley I'm sorry." Nick stated, pulling me into a hug.

"I remember when the doctor said, she was going to have to go into surgery because she had a lot of glass stuck in her body from the accident. They said, it was really deep, and they had to get it out fast, because she was losing a lot of blood and they could loss her at any time. I was sobbing in the waiting room, my dad had a blank expression on his face and there were tiers sliding down it." My head was rested on Nick's chest. Tears where just flowing down my face. "She went into a comma for at least a week after the surgery, when the car hit her she banged her head on something hard. When she woke up she didn't reminder me or my dad, it took her three whole days to figure out who we where. I spent all my time there. I wouldn't leave her side. My dad would have to bring me food and stuff because I refused to leave her room. And the day she died… was the day I slowly died inside to. I wouldn't leave my room for nothing; not for food nor school; nothing; I just blocked everything and everyone out. As days went by I could see I was losing a lot of weight. I started to wear sweat shirts and sweat pants a lot. But then a few weeks later I realized this was not what my mom wanted for me. She wanted me to be that fun, loving and caring girl I've always been not just for her, but for me to; and that's what I did. But still it's hard to know she's never coming back." I begin to sob into Nick's shirt.

I'm not sure what triggered all my emotions to just flow out. I guess it's just because I've been holding my cries in for so long. Nick was just rubbing my back. We set there just like that for at least 15 minutes. Soon I regained my composure and set up.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. Sorry for blowing up on you like that." I apologize.

"Don't apologize, it's best to let it out then to keep it piled up inside." Nick said.

"I guess you're right. It's just; to know she's never coming back is heart breaking." I said looking down at my hand, which were in my lap.

"I get what you're saying." Nick replied.

"You do?" My head shot up and I had a confused look on my face.

Catching on to my facial response, Nick continued.

"My grandfather died when I was 11. We would talk about music all the time, but he drank and smoked a lot. I would tell him it was bad for him and he would always tell me… he would never do it again, but the next time I saw him I could smell the smoke and beer in his house. I vowed to myself and God that I would never try, or get into any of that stuff." Nick said. I could see the hurt and pain in his eyes. "One day my dad was taking me and my brothers to his dad's house to pick him up; so we could go golfing. My grandpa would never lock his back door, so my dad sent me in to get him. I walked in the house and called out his name, but I got no responses." Nick sighed and then continued. "So I assumed he was in his room, and that's where he was; sitting in his chair. I thought he was sleeping so I just went over to him and shook him, but he didn't responded. So I panicked. I ran outside to my dad and told him the whole story. My dad rushed into the house and Kevin called the paramedics. Once the paramedics got there they rushed my grandpa off to the hospital." There were tears forming in Nick's eyes, but he didn't dare let them fall. "When me, my brothers and my dad got to the hospital. We had to wait a while in the waiting room; man do I hate those rooms, but anyway, the doctor came out and sadly informed us Mr. Lucas died of a heart attack. I was in so much shock; I didn't know how to respond to it all. And since then, I don't hang around people that do that kind of stuff; in the fear of losing another loved one." And that was Nick's story.

I wasn't expecting Nick to tell me the whole story, but, I listened. And besides I guess he needs someone to talk to; we all do.

"I'm sorry Nick."

Nick sighed. "Sometimes, I feel like it's my fault… like I should've did something more."

"Nick, none of that was your fault." I said. "There's only so much you can do in a person's life. In the end; there going to have to make the final decision for themselves. The good thing is you spoke your mind; you told him the consequences to what he was doing. That was all you could do, and it's good that you did it." I told him, never looking away from his brown eyes.

"Wow. No ones ever said anything like that to me. I mean of course my mom and dad talked to me, but they never put it that way." Nick said. Our eyes never left each other. "Your one amazing girl Miley Stewart." Nick stated.

"Your one heck of a guy Nicholas Lucas… man that's a tong twister." Nick chuckled.

We looked deep into each others eyes and slowly moved in, as if we were afraid to kiss each other. Our lips met and I tell you, if I weren't sitting down already; I would have fell to the ground. Kissing Nick wasn't like kissing Jake. With Jake… I guess I felt something when we were together. But with Nick, it's like I black out. It's like everything around us doesn't mater. Like it's just us in a white room. We soon pulled away…

"Whoa…" That was all Nick could say.

"Yep."

"Well… um that was… different."

"But it's a good kind of different, right?" I asked.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling, but I know we're meant to be together.

"Defiantly, a good kind of different."

"So umm… not to push things, but where does this leave us? Where do we stand?" I really wanted to know.

"Depends, do you drink or smoke?" Nick joked. I laughed.

"Not funny." I replied.

"Then why are you still laughing?" Nick said with that amazing smile of his.

"Because I love to laugh. Got a problem with that Lucas?" I joked.

"No, I love your laugh." Nick stated.

I looked down and blushed.

"Sorry, was that to mush?"

I chuckled "No. It was just the right amount." I said smiling.

"So does this mean we're dating?"

"I guess it does… but can we please take things slow."

"Sure. So, do you want to take a walk?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, that'll be cool." I replied.

Nick got up and held his hand out for me to take it. I took it and he pulled me up; the thing is we never let go. We're walking and we're not to far from shore.

"So, are you and your dad close… if you don't mind me asking." Nick said.

"It's cool. And yes… I would like to believe that we're close."

"Would like?" I could see Nick was confused.

"Well, I think we're close, but then sometime it feels like we're not; like he's hiding something from me… but that's a whole different story. What about you and your parents? Are you close with them?"

"Yeah we're pretty close. My family and I do a lot of things together, but you know; sometimes I just don't want to, I just want to hang out with people my age. Of course I have my bothers, but sometime I want someone outside the family." Nick said.

I know exactly what he's talking about. Before I told Lilly my secret I didn't have anyone to talk to in my age level.

It's funny I've only known Nick for a few day's, and I know more about him then Hannah Montana does.

"Well now you have me." I told him with a smile.

"And I'm very thankful for that." He replied.

We continued our walk. I would tackle Nick once and a while, I would always end up underneath him; with him tickling me. I'm glade I came today because if I didn't, I'm not sure if the opportunity for us to be together would have come around; as soon as it did.

***

Right now we just pulled up to my house. I told Nick to park his car in his drive way, but he said it wasn't gentlemen like.

"So, do you want to go on a date anytime soon?" Nick asked.

I didn't answer right away, but that was because I was in deep thought about how Lilly was going to react to all this. I've got to stop with the whole worry about Lilly thing. And beside we're good now… Right?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm pushing things now. Let's just pretended those words didn't even leave my moth. I'm not-" I put my finger on Nick's lips.

"I would love to go." I said with a smile. Nick smiled right back at me.

"Is tomorrow okay?" Nick asked.

"Yeah that's fine… oh wait, I'm suppose to meet up with Lilly tomorrow. How about Friday?" I asked.

"It's a date."

"Cool. I'll text ya later okay?" I was getting out of the car, until I herd;

"Okay. Bye Mi."

I stopped dead in my tracks. I smiled to myself at the nick name, but Nick didn't see me smile. Not that many people call me that.

"Sorry was that too soon?" Nick asked worriedly.

I giggled. Man he's so funny when he's not trying to be funny… sometimes.

"No it's fine." I said while getting out of his car. "Just don't get mad at me when I start calling you Nicky in school." And with that I raced off to my front door.

Once I got in my house I sighed and said;

"Best day ever."

I went for the stairs, and then my room; I pulled out my diary and was writing for a long time. When I was done with that, I decided to text Nick and that was my night. One of the best… in a long time.

Hi guys. So as you can see this chapter was pretty much based on Nick and Miley; I almost cried writing this chapter… Lol. I hoped you guys liked it and as always please review. Thanks

-Jay. XD