This one's a little short, but it gives you a bit of a look of Miley and Nick's past. As well as what happened the summer before the accident. I suppose you could say the twist in the story happens here. It won't be too clear until the next few chapters.

In this one, Miley's old friend texts her with news, you'll all find out how he got this information in the next chapter when she wakes up and talks to him. He plays a huge part in a major decision she makes, that will obviously happen later.

By the way, Miley, Braison, and Nick's birthdays aren't until September and November so they're thirteen in the summer. They were fourteen at the time of the accident as it was after their birthdays. Just wanted to clear that up.

Enjoyyy!

July 2006

"Miley! Nick! Get down here!" Joe shouted, he jumped excitedly in his spot as they rushed down the stairs, Miley almost losing her balance in the process.

"What is it?" Nick asked, "We were in an intense game of Donkey Kong."

"And by intense, he means we were dying every five minutes." Miley informed Joe, then she narrowed her eyes, her hands on her hips. "No, but in all seriousness, what do you want?"

"I wrote an awesome script!" Joe told them, holding up the packet of papers he held in his hands. "I mean, I know it's not as epic as you'd assume it to be, but still. It's awesome."

"Dude, you lost me." Miley walked forward and took the script from his hands, she flipped through it, stopping at a page. After reading it for a few moments, she looked up, "Did you really name your two main characters Rick and Riley?"

"Yeah, well. I couldn't really come up with any others and I didn't want the two characters to seem obvious on who they were based on."

Miley began to read, "Riley and her twin brother, Mason were at the corral, Riley was riding her house, while her brother looked on. He talked to her from the sidelines about their annoying teacher. Her bright blue eyes danced as she let out a laugh, letting him know about the class he'd missed the day before. Rick then comes back with their drinks, and joined them, sitting next to Mason on the bench." She paused for a moment. "No, this isn't based on Nick and I at all." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "And look at that, you managed to find a name to rhyme with Braison's."

Joe blushed, and snatched the script from her hands. "Okay! It's based on you two, happy?"

Miley smirked, "Very. Thanks for admitting that fun little tidbit." She let out a giggle, and began to do a victory dance. "Whoo! I win. In your face."

"Alright, Miley, relax." Nick told her laughing, "You might blow his ego even more."

Miley hid her laugh behind her hand, and nodded. Then she took Nick's hand, and intertwined their fingers before spinning around, their hands in the air.

Joe watched, an eyebrow was raised. "Why did you just randomly spin her?"

"She does it when she had to pee." Nick joked. Miley glared at him, and he kissed her cheek. "Just kidding, dude, she's just…awesome." He shrugged as Miley kissed his cheek back in thanks.

Joe's eyes lit up, "Dude, that was perfect! I could totally use that and-"

"NO!" Nick and Miley shouted.

"Don't get any more ideas." Nick told him, "We still got to read that. Make sure it's good enough and somehow matches our lives…as creepy as that is."

Miley nodded, "Yeah, so, if you'll just give that to us, we'll give it a once over and let you know how we like it."

"Okay, let me get this straight." Joe said, "You both want to make something clear about something you already know?" They nodded, "You mean about how you two have been friends since birth, how you grew up together, and played in sandboxes and built sand castles every summer up until you were about ten, and played tag, tortured the hell out of me, and then began dating about a year and a half ago? At the age of 11. And now you're thirteen, madly in love, totally a pukefest by the way, and I show you this masterpiece based on your lives, and all you want to do is confirm it?"

Miley and Nick looked at eachother for a moment, then looked at Joe and nodded, "Yup, pretty much." They both answered.

Joe threw them the script and walked away, shaking his head. "And you both call me the crazy one."

July 2, 2010 [Present Day]

Miley kept running until she reached the beach. Looking behind her, she saw Nick running after her. She wanted to get as far away from her mother as possible. She couldn't stand her anymore, couldn't let her treat her the way she did.

Finally, she collapsed in the sand, a memory of her and Nick's relationship ran through her mind. Her head in her hands, she began to cry, letting out her emotions she was so afraid to. She hadn't been the long, before she felt a pair of strong arms pull her close and hold her tight. She kept sobbing, clutching onto his shirt.

Looking up into his eyes, she let out a gasp, and hugged him close to her. She shut her eyes, trying to get the memory of her father and brother out of her mind. She shook her head, breathing heavily.

"Miley? Miley, what's wrong?"

"H-He was right." She released him, and looked at him.

"Who was?"

"Braison." She said, "He said….that even though you and I fought…" She shook her head again, before finally spirting out what it was she wanted to. "We'd be together forever."

"You and I?"

She nodded, "Remember? Joe's script."

"Joe's script?"

"Remember? The summer we were thirteen. He had a script…" She bit her lip. "He wrote it about us. And remember? Braison read it, and he said we'd end up together forever."

July 2006

Braison read through the script, trying to contain his laughter. "Dude, your brother's a genius." He looked at Nick. "He literally wrote about your lives. This means…he actually cares."

"Yeah, of course. I mean Nick's his brother, I'm sure he cares about him and his life." Miley scoffed. "Don't you care about mine? Same thing."

"Not enough to write a script about it." Braison told her, "Although, I have to admit, that's pretty cool."

Miley smiled, she picked up the script, and looked at him. "What do you think about it?" Her brother seemed to be deep in thought.

After a few moments, he looked at her. "You and Nick are lucky." He said.

Nick raised his eyebrow. "Come again?"

Miley smacked him playfully, but still had a glare on her face. "Continue, Braison." She told him, smirking at Nick.

"Taylor and I will never have what you two have."

"Uh, Braison, I don't want to offend you or anything, but we're only thirteen." Miley began, "It's not like this is serious or anything."

"What I'm saying is you two were meant for each other." He lifted the script, "Joe knows, I know, Taylor knows, I'm pretty sure our parents know as well."

Miley let out a "pfft". "You really think mom gives a shit? She hates me."

"Miley-" Braison started, but Nick cut him off.

"You really think it's about us?" He said, "I mean sure the names are similar..." Miley smacked him, "Ow! Okay, they're completely similar. Damn, abusive woman."

Miley laughed and kissed his cheek. She wrapped her arm around his, and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. She laid her head on his shoulder, and smiled.

"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You guys are meant to be. For forever." He looked at them, as they looked at eachother, then back at him. He only nodded his head, agreeing with what they were thinking.

July 2, 2010 [Present Day]

"Holy…" Nick said, just as Miley's phone began to vibrate. She saw a text from an unfamiliar number. She was confused as she read it.

Hey, Miley. Just wanted to see how you were, don't know if your number is still the same, but just wanted to say hi. And…yeah, text me back.

"Who…" She opened the text and quickly typed back.

Who's this?

She put her phone in her pocket, and stared at the ocean for a moment, before turning back to Nick. The wind blew through her hair, and even with her smeared mascara and her red eyes, and blotchy face, she never looked more beautiful to him.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, bringing her face closer to his.

She looked down, her breath catching in her throat. For once she was speechless, she pushed forward catching his lips in hers as he kissed her gently. She responded with a soft kiss and kept her eyes closed, breaking the kiss. He smiled and leaned back on his hands, his legs stretched out in front of him.

"Braison was totally right." She said, after a few moments. "He was totally, and completely right." She leaned her head against his chest, and let out a sigh. She felt her phone vibrate and looked at the screen.

It's Aaron. I have something for you, you might be interested in. Are you home?

Her eyes widened. "A-Aaron?" She stammered, her eyes not leaving the screen. She hadn't spoken to him in four years, not since she left New York. She broke out of her stupor and texted him back.

No, I'm in New Jersey, visiting a friend. What is it?

She could hardly believe it was her old friend. She thought he got the message after she stopped all contact with him and didn't want to be her friend anymore. She closed her eyes and pushed her nose against Nick's chest more.

"Miley? Are you okay?" He asked her, after a few moments.

She nodded her head, deciding it was best not to tell him. After a few moments, she felt her phone vibrate. She didn't look at it. She didn't want to look at it. Instead she put it to the side and lifted her head to kiss Nick.

She lay on top of him, her hands holding his face close to hers as she kissed him deeper and deeper. Only coming up for air when she felt it was necessary.

He didn't complain or protest. He kissed her back with as much passion as she was giving him, tickling her sides causing her to let out a giggle.

"I missed that." He whispered.

"Missed what?" She mumbled against his lips.

"Your giggle." He tickled her again, causing her to break out into laughter. She grabbed his hands, and looked into his eyes.

"Careful, I may just have to…kill you." She narrowed her eyes and smirked her eyes trailing down his body until they stopped at his private area. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

Nick let out a groan, "You wouldn't."

"Oh, trust me." She kept the smirk on her face, "I would."

He pulled her closer and kissed her again, she shook her head, "No, no. Not unless you promise not to tickle me." She told him pulling away.

He rolled his eyes, and let out a long sigh. "Fine, no more tickling."

She laughed, "Good." Then she kissed him again, after a while, she stopped and lay her head on his chest.

She checked her phone for the time, and realized she'd forgotten about the message.

It's your brother, he's not dead. He's alive. I found him, or actually my parents did.

And that's when her chest started to hurt.

She let the phone drop from her fingers, as she tried to control her breathing. After a while, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, she lay her head on Nick's chest, her world suddenly going black.

July 3, 2006

Miley closed her eyes, she held the microphone in front of her, the stand in her other hand as she began to sing. Braison played the drums, pounding them harder and harder, as Nick played the keyboard, Joe on guitar.

The idea to start this band was Joe's idea. He figured they always hung out every summer, why not start a band?

"No one said it's gonna be easy, and believe me, I know what I want. Just take my hand…" She looked ahead, her eyes piercing as she sang. "Maybe we should get away, baby we could leave this town together, maybe we can find our place, we can make it."

"Wait, stop! Stop!" Joe said, pausing the song.

Miley rolled her eyes, it was officially the fifteenth time he forced them to quit in the middle of practice.

"What now, Joe?"

"I think that you should sing this song with more feeling." Joe told her, "I mean, you are, but embellish it a little more. Move around, do whatever you want."

"Fine." She said, "Can we get back to playing now? If I recall, we have to practice, we have a gig in three days."

"And only one song." Nick added.

"We need about six for a full set." Braison put in.

Joe grinned, "It's a good thing you and I have a brother and sister who write music." He spoke to Braison. "Come on guys, write about anything. Love, anger, frustration, love…"

"You already mentioned love." Miley grumbled.

"Yeah, but…just do it!" He insisted. "Okay, ready?" He picked up his guitar, signaling Braison to tap his drums and begin the beat.

Miley began to sing over-embellishing it, giggling when Joe gave her a look. 'Exactly, Joe.' She thought. 'That's what you get.'

After an hour of practice, they broke up to get some food. "Hey, you coming?" Braison asked, Nick and Miley, Joe turned around at the top of the basement stairs.

"Yeah, in a minute." Nick told them, walking over to his girlfriend, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and spun her around. She let out a laugh and turned around, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, she kissed him.

"What was that for?" Nick asked her, that sideways smirk she loved so much on his face, his dark chocolate eyes shined as he spoke to her.

She smiled, "For being you." She whispered kissing his lips again. She broke the kiss and hugged him close, he began to move them from side to side, she looked up and laughed when he tilted his head to the side as if confused.

"We're dancing with no music." He said simply.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." She told him, moving with him.

After a few moments, he spun her around, causing her to giggle. She stopped once she saw her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs, a sour look on her face .

"Uhm, what did I do now?" Miley asked, letting go of Nick.

"We've got plans today, remember?"

"Uh, no. You and Michael have plans. I'm not involved." She corrected her mother, "I've got band practice and things to do. Plans of my own."

"No. You, Braison, Michael and I all agreed to go out to lunch today. Were you listening when we told you earlier this week?"

Miley tried to remember, but couldn't. She shrugged. "Sorry, but no." She turned to face the mic stand, grabbing the mic she took it out, and put it back repeatedly. "I'm not interested in going."

"But you have to." Her mother nearly whined.

Miley's eyes locked on her mother's. How could a grown woman whine like a five year old who didn't get their way? Even Nick seemed surprised.

"I just don't want to go anywhere your boyfriend is." Miley told her. "Because, if you want me to be honest, I hate him."

"I know you do, but you really don't have a choice in this." Tish told her, "You're coming with."

Miley rolled her eyes. "You're just gonna force to to do something I don't want to do?" Tish nodded, "Wow, good persuasion." She muttered, sarcastically. Then she spoke seriously. "No. I'm not going."

"Why are you being so difficult?" Tish stepped closer to her daughter. "I asked you to do something for me, and you're being belligerent. Enough."

Miley said nothing, she continued to play with the mic as Nick began to put away Joe's guitar.

"Now, let's go." Tish told her, "I want you with us."

"Why mom? So you can make me look like a little bitch? Like you always do? You only tell him bad things about me, nothing good. For example, instead of telling him I made cheerleading captain you tell him I'm mean to you and I treat you like crap. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything you or he have to say because I'M NOT GOING." She then put the mic back and stormed past her mother, heading up to her and Nick's bedroom. She slammed the door and leaned against it, too angry to even cry.

After a few moments, she heard a knock on the door and he stuck his head in. "Do you want to talk?" She looked kept her head down and shook her head.

"No." She whispered. He sat next to her, and put his arm around her, she leaned her head against his shoulder, and hugged him.

"Is she gone?" She asked after a few minutes of nothing but silence.

"Yeah, Braison's still here too."

She nodded, "Good." She closed her eyes and breathed in Nick's familiar scent. She soon felt sleepy and moved away from him. She went to her bed and laid down on it, he lay beside her, and wrapped her in his arms. She cuddled against him and fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of nothing but Nick, her band, and her dream.