Disclaimer: I own nothing/no one except the plot.

Later that night I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning for a while. I turned In early tonight, around 8. Though I couldn't sleep. It was about 12:30 AM when I heard my door squeak.

I peeked up from under my blanket. "Miley?" A voice asked quietly. "Are you awake?"

I groaned. Apparently that was a good enough answer. Trace came over to the side of my bed and pushed the hair out of my face, making sure I wasn't just talking in my sleep.

He looked at me, studying my face, knowing something was different. He finally stared into my eyes and worry crossed his face.

"Why have you been crying, Miley?" He asked. I sighed and rolled over.

My eyes were interesting. When I cried, the middle of my eyes (which were usually green) turned grey. And people knew when I had been crying.

"Nick?" He asked, sitting on my bed.

I shook my head and buried myself under the covers.

"I'm really sorry about Nick, Miley. I know how much you," he hesitated as he spoke the next words "loved him."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I stuck my hand out from underneath the cover and motioned for Trace to leave.

"Well, night Miles." Trace said getting up and leaving my not that well lit room.

I sighed and looked at the clock. 12:42 AM, Christmas morning.

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I finally decided to do something with my life. I haven't left my room in a while; food has been brought to me.

Everything feels like it's been erased from my memory- everything good in that matter.

I really only remember the painful stuff, like the break-ups, the fights, the tears…

I sat down in my big chair, and started to stare at random objects in my room. I decided to look at the clock.

I had to look twice when I saw the date, but after a fifth time of looking, I knew it was true.

It was February the 12th. I was completely shocked. I'd been oblivious and too isolated to realize I have been away from my job for two months.

You'd think I'd miss it. I didn't. I miss something though, something that only visited me, well haunted me for only a weekend. Nick's solid ghost.

I shook my head, hoping and praying I could shake it all away.

Didn't help.

I grabbed my notebook and decided to kill these memories. I liked to kill unwanted memories with a song. A song to let go- a final goodbye.

After an hour, I gave up. I threw the book at the wall, causing it to miss, of course.

I let my head fall back. I was going to go through each memory, one by one, best to worse.

"Dad, who are these people, I mean seriously? Why were they so eager to meet me?" I asked as dad and I walked through the sliding glass doors of the hotel.

"Well, not all three of the Jonas boys were so eager. Just one, the youngest, Nick." Dad answered.

I froze in place. "N-Nick J-Jonas wants to m-meet m-m-me?" I stuttered.

Dad took my hand, obviously trying to guide me through the hotel.

"Yes, darling, he does. Now do I have to teach you how to walk again? Left foot in front of right, over and over." Dad laughed.

"No, I have it down." I said taking back my hand.

We made our way to the third floor restaurant where we were suppose to meet the Jonases.

"Cyrus." Dad told the hostess. She then guided us to a long booth which was empty.

Dad and I sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, telling the waitress to hold off 5 minutes about 30 times.

I turned my head and saw three flustered boys come into the restaurant. These must be them.

I studied each one of their faces carefully as they made their way to our table.

"Hi." The middle one said, extending his hand to me. "I'm Joe and these are Kevin and Nick." When he pointed to Nick, I think I stopped breathing.

TV and record covers didn't do him justice… at all.

"Sorry we're late; Nick over there couldn't decide what to wear." Kevin said.

Nick turned red at Kevin's words.

"Now that's alright, boys. Sit down and join the party!" Dad said welcoming them.

Not trying to match Nick, I turned red. My father was a dork.

I was afraid who was going to sit next to me and I don't blame myself.

Nick scooted in right next to me, Joe and Kevin scooting in next to dad.

"Hey." Nick said sweetly, turning to me. His normal color had returned. Mine had yet to find my face.

"H-h-hello." I said. The word sounding stuck in the back of my throat.

That was one of the best days of my life, meeting Nick and his brothers.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cyrus." He smiled politely, obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, please honey, call me Tish." Mom said sweetly.

"Does she do this to all your um," Nick hesitated to find the words as he was whispering to me, "dates?"

I laughed slightly. "You're kind of my first…" I said, embarrassed.

Nick read the embarrassment straight from my face and tried to reassure me.

"No worries," he smiled, "you're mine too."

I smiled thinking of that sweet moment. First love slowly, yet steadily, blooming into what it should be.

I walked along the pavement that made the way to the backstage door. I showed the guard my pass and walked in the door.

Nick had his back pressed against the wall, he was waiting for me.

"Hey there." He smiled.

"Hi." I smiled back.

He kissed my cheek, which was regular routine these days. We never went farther than that and I was too chicken to protest.

"Question." He said, putting down his jacket in a chair near his dressing room.

"Okay." I said sweetly.

"Now I don't want you to freak out and like beat me up at this one, but um," he paused, "will you um," pause, "be my," hesitant to finish, "girlfriend?"

I smiled a happy, yet stunned smile. "Yeah, of course!" I smiled, so widely my cheeks hurt.

He took a relived breath.

The memories were flooding me now, painful and rejoicing ones rushing through me.

"Miley, can you come over to my house? I need to talk to you." Nick said into the phone.

"Alright." I said, hanging up. "Mom, I'm going over to Nick's. Be back later!" I said as I walked out the door.

I walked a few houses down to get Nick's house. Conveniently, he and his family moved in a few houses down when they were looking for a house. I reminded Nick there was a house for sale down the road.

I typed in a code at their gate and the gates opened. Nick was waiting for me there.

"Hi!" I waved.

He smiled as I walked over to him. This was weird, no kiss on the cheek.

"Now," he started off, "this whole time I've been waiting for you to ask, but now I figure you never will. So I'm just going to be a tad bit pushy."

I gave him a very confused look.

He began to come closer to me, slowly. I started to figure out what was going on.

He stopped when he came probably just an inch away from me.

"May I?" He asked.

"Such a gentleman." I said sarcastically.

He laughed and then kissed me. I swear my heart literally skipped a beat.

I smiled at this memory, probably the biggest smile I've smiled for a while.

I heard a knock on my door which caused me to blank out. No more memories flooding me.

"Who is it?" I asked bitterly.

"It's um, Joe." He said.

This isn't happening.