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Chapter 7

I'm so sorry I just had to wake you up

I feel so lonely by myself

Is this the way it feels when you're in love?

Or is this something else?

Obsessed, Miley Cyrus

"Tell me everything," Demi exclaimed, her eyes big in excitement and she breathed heavily as if she was gasping for air, and Miley's gossip would cure her. The two girls sat on Miley's bedroom floor surrounded by magazines, make up and junk food – a typical girl's night in. Miley rolled her blue orbs as she turned the page of the magazine.

"I already told you," she moaned as she continued to read the magazine. Demi just stared at her, appalled at how casual she was acting about the current situation. Miley glanced up and shook her head, laughing at her. She should be an actress, she thought. "We kissed. That is all." And she dropped her eyes back to her magazine.

"That's all?" Demi folded her arms and pouted her lips. "Come on Miley, you're acting as if this isn't a big deal."

"And that's the thing, its not."

"But it is," Demi moaned, sounding like a stroppy child wanting the toy in the shop which she can't have.

Minutes passed between the friends before Demi quietly spoke up again.

"Do you like him?"

Miley threw the magazine to the floor and turned to face her, considering for a moment how to answer.

"I don't know." Her voice was quiet and soft and she was very unsure. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. "He's just different. He makes me feel – " But she wasn't sure how that sentence should end.

"Special?" Demi finished and Miley turned her head away and nodded in embarrassment. Miley was embraced in a friendly hug and she began to continue.

"He's not like how I expected and he treats me differently from every other boy I know. He listens to me and I really trust him," She turned to face Demi. "When I'm with him I can be myself without worrying about him judging me and he knows all my secrets. Secrets I'd never tell anyone and when I'm sitting there telling him all I can think is 'why am I telling him? Why am I telling these secrets to a complete stranger?' But its weird because I know at the end of the day, no matter what happens, he'll never tell a soul." She smiled gently as he came to her Memory. "And he's into everything I'm into, it's weird. I never thought I'd ever find a guy like him and here I am."

The two girls adjusted their seating arrangements so they were now sat facing each other with their legs crossed. As Miley pulled her hair into a high ponytail she couldn't help but wish he was here with her. She had went through the whole day just waiting to see him and play the new song she had wrote, but she had promises to keep to Demi and so it would just have to wait until tomorrow. She had a lot of things to say, and of them was an apology for the whole 'Selena' thing. It was none of her business and he was right, she hadn't mentioned anything about her ex-boyfriends.

"I think you like him," Demi stated in a teasing yet serious tone and Miley just shook her head, laughing in defence.

"No, we're just friends."

"Who have feelings for each other?" Demi raised her eyebrows as Miley shook her head and grabbed a handful of sweets. "So are you seeing him tomorrow?"

She shrugged her shoulders as she answered with a sweet, "Yes."

The girls sat on the floor for two more hours as they discussed friends, family and boys. Robby walked past the room and smiled as he heard the sweet laughter escape from his daughters lips and felt contented that for once in years she had finally managed to feel happy with her life. He was pleased that she was once again smiling and laughing and just enjoying being a teenager. He had put all his faith in her, knowing that her beautiful smile and laugh wasn't lost and now he knew it wasn't a waste. It was all worthwhile. Hopefully it would be here to stay and it wouldn't be lost again when she lost her heart, again.

They lay on the floor, clutching their aching sides from the laughter. Miley enjoyed the feeling, no matter how much her stomach or jaw ached, it was a good feeling. She never laughed like this back home, in fact she never really had a friend like Demi back home; a friend who was willing to have a sleepover and just act goofy. Usually she would spend the night comforting her friends, who had been drunk the night before and done something stupid with some guy she didn't know. Never did her sleepovers begin, end or even consist with slightest bit of laughter. It was good, it was different and it was what Miley had always secretly prayed for.

A rock being thrown at Miley's bedroom window caused the laughing girls to sit up abruptly and stare at the window in shock. Another rock hit the window and Demi, who was closet to the window, jumped up and huddled behind Miley. Miley couldn't help but think that if this wasn't such a scary and real experience she would have burst into laughter right there and then at Demi's face and at the sped she moved from her seat. There was another rock flung before Demi pushed Miley up to see what was going on.

Miley was slowly making her way over to the window when she heard someone whisper her name from the other side of the window. She threw back the curtains and opened the window as wide as it would go and standing there stood Nick.

"What are you doing here?" Miley hissed out the window as Nick dropped the handful of pebbles he had in his grip.

"I wanted to see you."

Miley smiled at him as Demi 'awed' in the background. But the smile quickly vanished as she knew he couldn't stay, she had promised to spend all day and night with Demi and there was no way her dad would let Nick into her room; even if Demi was there.

"You have to go, sorry."

"Miley," Demi hissed from behind and Miley turned round to face her. "Go for a while, I'll cover for you if your dad comes in."

"But – "

"GO! I mean how often does a guy come to your window, throbbing pebbles and saying he wanted to see you?"

And Miley ran over and hugged her before throwing on a hooded jumper over her pyjamas and slipping her feet into her uggs. Nick came closer to her window, his arms out and ready to catch her. Miley threw her legs over the window and jumped, landing in Nicks arms. She looked back up to the window.

"Keep the window open, I'll be back soon." She whispered up to Demi who just nodded and waved the couple off.

The cold air nipped her bare skin and she began to regret wearing shorts. She pulled the sleeves down over her hands and folded her arms as they walked side by side down to the beach. Neither of them said anything, being together was just enough. They reached the deserted beach and together took a seat, side by side on the sand. Miley watched the stars reflect off the water and smiled, knowing her mother was watching her and smiling down proudly. Her father always told her that if the stars were shining then so was her mother. They were her guidance and she always felt lonely and terrified the nights they didn't shine because who was there to tell her life would get better?

Another gust of wind brushed past them and Miley pulled her knees up to her chest and put up her hood, trying to warm up her body. Nick turned to face her and noticed her shivering and subconsciously moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Do you want to go back?" Nick asked as she shuddered beneath him.

"No, I'll be fine."

Miley moved closer to Nick's body for warmth, but she had to admit it did feel nice.

"I want to apologise for before," he began. "I'm sorry I stormed off and kinda shouted at you."

"Its fine and you're right, I haven't told you about the guys I dated and it's none of my business."

They sat in silence, in each others arms, protecting one another from the harsh cold. Hours went past and they didn't move from the spot on the beach. The time they spent together really got Miley thinking. Were they a couple? And were they ever going to be? And then it slipped.

"What's happening with us?" She breathed out into the cold midnight air. The moonlight reflected off Nicks face, but she didn't dare look up. She was scared in case it gave a small indication of his answer, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. After minutes of an unbearable, awkward silence passed by them Miley began to regret saying it, but she had always been like that: blurting out the unwanted.

Nick sat with this girl who had met not only a week ago in his arms, asking what was happening between them and the truth was he didn't know. He didn't even know if he liked her in that way, he was too confused to even consider it, but of course he had considered it. In fact he had considered it many times, without even knowing. He had often lain in bed, thinking of what would happen if they became a couple and usually this ended in a smile and a dream. She was different and that was something. She didn't judge him and he trusted her, more than he trusted himself! She could make him laugh more than he had ever laughed before and there was something about her smile and beauty that could make his heart flutter until he was sure it had flew away into the heavens. Then he began to ponder why he had shown up at her house, throwing pebbles at her window and asking her to see him in the middle of the night and why she had agreed. Why she didn't pull away when they kissed and why she was now snuggling tightly into his chest?

Miley began to grow tension beneath him.

"I don't know," he replied softly and she finally relaxed. "What do you want to happen?"

Miley shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."

They were quiet again as they began to deeply think about each other. Why did being a teenager have to be so complicated? It was true; neither of them had ever felt this way about anyone ever before. But what did that mean? How were they to know, they were both only sixteen. And then what happened if they tried it, just to see if these feelings they had were true, and it didn't work out? Neither of them wanted to lose each other. They had never felt so close to another human being and neither of them had ever trusted someone just like they trusted each other. It would be a great loss, and would it really be worth it?

It was coming, she knew it was coming and yet she couldn't help it. She didn't even know why she was saying this, she didn't even know if it was true but it happened. Just like vomit, it escaped from those lips like poison. This was it; this was going to break them and what they had. Why did she have to be such a blabbermouth?

"Nick, I-I … "

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