AN= Here is another update everyone. YAY I'm adicted to writing this story, almost as much as I love you're reviews!

The next morning, Miley awoke, confused. She wondered why she laid next to Nick, but soon remembered. She smiled. Nick's curly locks covered her face, she gently pushed it away, before bending down and giving him a chaste kiss. She was so happy to be with him, after all those lonely months. She loved him, She would be hopeless. She wouldn't care and she would be spoiled for all other men. She would not be able to think of any other man in the way she thought of him.. No man would ever be compared to him. She wouldn't let him go ever again, Nick was her, life her one and only, her everything. She thought her life would be unchanged because she was madly in love with him. She was right. He loved her and she loved him.

She sat up, her hair messed. She looked around at the hotel room, she didn't really get a good look at the room, the night before. She looked at the stained glass window, the window shut, the blinds covering the view of the outside world. She sighed, one thing about being in the running, is...a lot. No more runs to PinkBerry, no more random bike rides, no more late night talks to Brandi asking for advice. She picked up her blue plastic sidekick. It blinked as she faced the small screen, 5 new text messages.

Let's get this over with. She thought to herself. She flipped open her sidekick and looked at the random message. Message number one.

Miles! Where are you? Your parents are totally flipping out!

-Shmanders

There was no escape, she couldn't turn back. She quickly replied, Mandy, don't worry, just tell the fam I'm okay, I'll talk with you when I'm able to.

-Shmilers

She covered her face with her delicate hands, breathing in a deep puff. There was something happening, something deeper than Nick nor Miley could explain. They just knew this was the right thing to do. They didn't know where they were going but anywhere, but here. She slumped in the bed beside Nick, as she curled up into a ball, next to him. she closed her eyes and pleaded for her body to shut down and go to sleep for just a few more hours. She sat there for a moment, just breathing and listening to the wild wind picking up outside.

When Miley placed his lips on his cheek and tossed her hands through his hair, his eyes fluttered open. He pulled her to him.

"Hey, babe." He said placing a delicate kiss on her forehead. Miley pulled back, uncomfortable. She walked towards the window, and sat on the plush couch. She looked through the glass. Her forehead rested against the cold and I peered through it imaginatively. She remembered when she was little, back home in Tennessee on her grandma's farm running and dancing and God knows what else in the rain. She could picture it so perfectly. Her brown curly hair soaked and wet from the rain. She smiled.

One day, she was very upset and tired about getting casted as Hannah Montana. She almost gave up, but if she did, she would be a quitter. Running in the rain that day, that chilly fall day. She ran, he laughter billowed in the wind, orange and brown leaves fell to the ground. The hotel room felt suffocating and the air-conditioning was unnatural and chilling, with thoughts running through her head. Those stupid thoughts, those thoughts about what if, and what would happen if they didn't leave California. Miley finally knew where she wanted to be. She wanted to be able to climb inside her treehouse back on the farm and remember everything she done up there.

She wanted to go home, but she did not want to be the one to make the final decisions, under his wishes or concerns. She knew she was under his 'watchful eye.' But she did not care at all.

"Hi..." Miley turned, and smiled. Miley's smile soon vanished by Nick's stern but loving look. She realized that Nick was still looking scared out of his mind. "What's wrong," He asked with concern. She could feel the intensity. He starred down at Miley, the fear in her eyes burned through him like a knife. He knew this was the right thing. Miley looked out the window again, the rain had stopped and outside, the sun was cowering behind puffy white clouds it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold, it was just normal. And slightly foreshadowing. She looked out at the pearl blue sky, they clouds decreasing. It didn't come as a surprised when he asked Miley what was wrong, after he stared at her with his believing eyes.

"Nothing is wrong Nick," she said stubbornly.

Nick nodded fully not believing her. "Miley..." She stood from the sofa in a exaggerated huff, clearly loosing her patience...and her mind. Right now everything seemed so confusing, so surreal. He smiled at her temper, thinking that it was cute, and reached over to her as she walked away. He sighed," Okay, you don't have to tell me..." He walked towards her working his 'puppy dog pout.' Her hair trailed down her back, as she walked past him. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, but she immediately spun around with a serious expression on her face. Their hands laced together and dangling between them.

Miley glared," Alright I'll tell you. I want to go back on the farm in Tennessee, being able to ride my horses and hide in my treehouse, and visit my grandma." She closed her eyes," I want to swing on the tirewheel and dive in the lake fully clothed. And have the sun beat down on my back." Miley smiled widely.

"Can we please go?"

"Anything for you."

Finally they were on there way to their long awaited destination.

A/N= Okay! So, what do you think? Please review!

Lots of Love,

Danielle