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"We are wild, we are free, we are more than you think, so call us freaks… But that's just the way we roll," I sang under my breath as I made my way toward the cabin that held the kitchen. I was pretty sure I was the only one awake in this entire camp, but that was okay. It felt peaceful. The sun was barely peering over the mountains and it gave the camp a sort of serene look to it. I made my movements swift and quiet, not wanting to disturb the laid-back sensation it was giving.

I opened the door quietly, flipping on the light, jumping slightly at the loud buzz noise that came with it. I froze for a second, having this ridiculous notion that that tiny buzz could wake up the entire camp. I seriously needed to calm down.

I stared around the kitchen as if willing my breakfast to make itself. After five minutes of standing there and realizing I didn't have super-powers, I made my way toward the pantry, pulling out a box of cereal without even looking at what I grabbed. Then I moved over to the refrigerator pulling out the milk, and- Well, you know the process.

Before sitting down to eat my breakfast, I stared out the window and let my mind wander over these past few days.

Day one I was able to avoid Miley completely thanks to shooting. I only saw her once or twice, and it seemed she had the same idea as me. She kept to Demi like a faithful friend and refused to talk or even look at me and Joe; her and Kevin hit it off though.

Day two was a little harder. I only had a few scenes I had to shoot that day and a whole lot of free time. She must have found watching the shooting to be very tedious because I would run into her throughout the camp a few times. It would be awkward. We'd freeze at the sight of each other but end up going our separate ways without so much as a word.

Day three, yesterday, was the first time we had interaction with each other – if that's what you could even call it. I had successfully gone the whole day avoiding her – though I think it was a two-sided effort – without seeing so much as a glance or hearing so much as a whisper of her. I was proud of myself. That was until dinnertime…

Most of the cast and crew had gone out to restaurants, and that left the mess hall almost completely empty. There was only a handful of people there. I don't even know how it happened really…

I had been texting Selena, making my way over to where Joe sat, and I wasn't paying attention. Selena had told me something witty and I was trying to come up with something just as witty but cute at the same time. I didn't even see her…

I heard a sharp intake of breath at the same time that I heard something shattering on the floor. I realized my hands were empty and that my phone had flown out of my hand. I wasn't too worried about that though because suddenly I was falling to the ground and I felt a heavy blow into my stomach. I rolled off whatever it was, groaning.

"God dammit," someone whispered next to me.

I looked over to see her lying on the floor next to me, rubbing her head. She was straightening out her leg and I realized what the blow to my stomach was; I landed on her folded knee. I groaned again, clutching my stomach.

Her eyes snapped in my direction. A scowl covered her face and I heard her teeth snap together. "Watch where you're going next time," she hissed at me.

I don't know what came over me then. It was just the way her eyes were penetrating mine with such anger, such intensity – it made me angry. "Why don't you? I retorted back coldly.

Her eyes flashed, and they weren't the ocean blue I had seen – they were ice. She opened her mouth to say something else but Demi and Joe quickly appeared at our sides.

"Are you all right?" Demi asked with wide eyes.

Joe placed his hand on the girl's elbow to help her up, but she swatted it away. "Don't bother," she spat. "I'm fine!"

Joe's face went cold.

"Uh, all right," Demi said quickly, helping her up. Joe grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up, but he was still glaring at the girl. She held his gaze evenly. "C'mon, Miles. Let's go get you some ice. It looked like you hit your head hard."

She was about to protest, but Demi gave her a hard look. She just nodded her head.

"Nick," Demi said, turning to me.

"I'm fine, Demi."

"Don't care," she said harshly. "I saw what happened. You ran into her. Apologize. Now."

My eyebrows rose.

Demi glared.

"Demi, I don't really care-" the girl tried to argue.

"Shh!"

She crossed her arms and glared out the window.

"I'm sorry," I said cuttingly.

"Whatever."

"No let me finish."

She looked at me.

"I'm sorry… that you don't have the common sense to walk out of someone's way when you see them coming straight at you." I looked down at my now broken phone. "Great. My phone's broken. Thanks a lot, Miley," I spat her name.

It happened so fast I didn't have time to even react. All I knew is that one second I was staring at the girl, and the next, I felt a sharp sting on my cheek and I was facing the side. I looked back, my mouth hanging open, at a fuming Demi. Her hand was slightly raised, ready for another slap. Both Joe and the girl were staring at her in shock.

"Demi," Joe said, incredulous.

"Dems," the girl whispered, tugging at Demi's arm. "It's fine."

Demi relaxed at her friend's touch, but she still glared at me with hate. "Asshole," she growled at me.

"Demi, I-"

She turned away from me and stormed out the door. The girl watched her go, a sad look in her eyes. Then she turned to me, and I flinched at the pain in her eyes. "What did I do to you?" she whispered.

Joe was about to say something, but I stopped him.

She looked around the mess hall, and I suddenly realized that every eye in the room was looking at us. "Sorry guys - didn't mean to disturb your dinners." A low murmur when through the people that were there, but they all turned away.

I looked back at her and was surprised to see that cold mask back on again. It was like she didn't even mean for me to see her emotions or that they hadn't been there in the first place. She stared at me one last time then made her way out the door.

Joe snorted. "Serves her right."

"How so?"

Joe looked at me, but didn't have an answer.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I don't know either."

I was fully done with my cereal as the scene came to an end in my mind. I stared at the bowl, trying to come up with some justifications for my behavior towards her; I found none. The worst part was knowing that even Joe thought that our behavior was reasonable. I don't know… That just made me downright angry. He didn't have any reason to treat her like that. He wasn't the one who had the dream. He had absolutely no right to even think that what we dished out on her was something that served her right. Did he not see how hurt she was yesterday?

Well, I did; and I wasn't gonna let Joe continue it anymore, because neither was I. It was just wrong.

I got up and placed my bowl in the sink. Sighing, I leaned against the counter. What now?

As if answering my question, the door swung open. I heard a low hiss, and turned around to see her standing there. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were slightly parted in a disapproving grimace.

"Miley!" I exclaimed in surprise.

She jumped at the sound of her name, and for a split second her expression faltered. Only a second. She stayed where she was, eyeing me with dread, probably wondering whether to stand her ground or take off. I could hear her exhale a small sigh, and I knew she was going to stay where she was. She wasn't going to let me run her off again. Not that I even intended to.

"You're up early," I stated.

Her mouth mashed into a frown, obviously not liking the fact that I was talking to her. She stepped reluctantly into the room and slowly made her way towards the pantry. She pulled out a box of cereal and walked over toward the refrigerator to grab the milk. Since I was closest to the cabinet that kept the bowls, I pulled one out for her and held it out when she turned to get one. She eyed it with disgust, as if I were contaminating it, and brushed past me to get one of her own. I would have beem amused if I weren't so irritated. Couldn't she see I was trying to be nice?

"All right," I mumbled, putting the bowl away.

She advanced toward the table keeping her eyes away from me.

Now it was my turn to decide whether I should walk away or stay. I highly doubted she was even going to say one word to me if I did stay, but then it would most likely make it even worse if I walked away (if it were possible to make things worse). I could taste the tension in the air and I knew it would probably be stupid to stay. The smartest thing would be to just leave…

Well… maybe I didn't want to be smart.

I strolled casually towards the table, and took a seat across from her. I caught the little eye roll she gave when I did so. Hmm.

"Sleep well?" I asked politely.

She grabbed the cereal box and placed it right between us, lowering her head so that I couldn't see the lower half of her face. She stared intently on the back, pretending to read whatever was on there.

"I didn't much," I continued as if I hadn't noticed a thing. "It was pretty windy last night. I think it's going to be a chilly day. You might want to wear a sweater if you're going to watch them shoot. I think they're shooting outside scenes today, but I'm not sure. Oh, whatever, just a warning. So having fun... with Demi?"I added that last part quickly. God knows what would have happened if I had stuck with my original question.

She munched on her cereal, ignoring me, staring at the cereal box.

I leaned back on my chair, sighing. "Pretty morning, isn't it? So quiet..."

"Why are you ruining it?" she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, so you do talk." I grinned.

She continued to stare at the box, ignoring me.

"Alright," I sighed. "If you're going to pretend to read the back of the box just to ignore me, at least try moving your eyes. It's far more convincing."

Her shoulders slumped a little, and I smiled to myself, knowing that was a sort of defeat for her. She pushed the box away from her, sighing, and stared down at her cereal.

"Miley," I started. Her body stiffened and she made a noise in the back of her throat, still not liking the fact that I was talking to her. Suck it up, princess. "I wanted to apologize for last night. My behavior was…inexcusable. My behavior since you've gotten here for that matter has been inexcusable. I could say I've been an ass, but I think that would just be an understatement. See... I have just been in a really bad mood lately and, I don't know, I guess I've just taken it out on you -" Lie. "- but yesterday, I just pushed it overboard. I'm really, truly, sincerely sorry." I gave her a small smile.

She kept her eyes on her cereal.

"Miley?"

She frowned.

"Miley? Did you hear me?"

She flexed her jaw.

"Miley, I said I was sorry."

She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, seriously, I know you hear me!"

Her head snapped up. "Sorry, but you're obviously mistaking me for someone who actually gives a damn," she snarled.

I wrinkled my eyebrows. Okay, I should have known she wouldn't forgive me that easily. A guy can hope, right?

I let my eyes roam the kitchen, trying thinking hard of what to say next. I wasn't going to beg for her forgiveness. If she wanted to forgive me then she would.

"How's Demi?" I asked, sort of changing the subject. I had been worried about that all night. I really didn't want Demi to be angry at me.

"Peachy." She twisted her mouth in a sarcastic manner. "You offended her more than you offended me."

I grimaced. "I hope she can forgive me."

"Demi doesn't hold grudges. I think you're safe." She rolled her eyes.

"But you do?"

She scowled at me.

I smirked. "Don't hold grudges, Miley. That's so unattractive."

She leaned over the table, her eyes in a furious glare. She lowered her voice to a whisper, but that only made her sound somewhat...dangerous. "Are you trying to make me hate you? 'Cause if so, you're doing an amazing job."

I chuckled - it came out nervously - and she seethed in response. "Please. Don't hate me."

She grunted. "I don't hate you. But believe me, I'm getting there."

I sighed. "Just accept my apology, please. I'm trying to be nice, but you're making it utterly difficult. I don't like it when people are mad at me… It's like their challenging me and it just makes me angry right back at them. I can't stand it."

"Tough," she snorted.

I clenched my teeth. Be cool, Nick. You did start this after all. Try a different approach.

"Hang out with me today," I said suddenly. "I don't have to shoot and I've noticed that you get bored watching Demi shoot. Let me show you that I'm trying to be sincere."

"No."

"You're hurting my self-esteem."

"Gee, I'm sorry... Wonder what that's like," she mused mockingly before rolling her eyes.

I sighed. Deserved that. "Stubborn too?"

"Very," she answered curtly.

I shook my head.

"And it's not that I don't believe you're being sincere," she continued after a long moment. "It's just that, well, I don't care." She widened her eyes and slowly shook her head as if that troubled her, but, yeah you guessed it... She was being sarcastic.

I pretended to size her up with my eyes. "Well… You are rather small. I mean, I could always… force you."

Her cold mask dissolved again and I could hear her breathing quicken. I smiled sadly. Did I really scare her that much while she was here?

"No," she said again, but this time with less certainty.

"Can't blame me for trying," I said, standing up. "Have fun doing whatever you're going to do today then. What's that exactly? Well, whatever. You're loss," I mumbled, making my way towards the door.

I paused for a second at the door, waiting for her to object, before walking out. Once I was outside, I frowned. That really didn't go the way I had planned… But it did go better that I thought. At least she was talking to me – even if was mostly bitterness and sarcasm. That was a start. I guess it would just take time. I mean I was an ass to her. I did deserve this. But I didn't want her to be angry the entire time here. I didn't want her visit clouded over with her almost-hate for me. That would just ruin things with Demi, and I really didn't want that. Demi was one of my best friends and I couldn't stand the thought of her being angry with me. Plus, I wanted Miley to have fun here. This place was a nice getaway, a nice place to relax... It's almost neary impossible to relax when you're constantly pissed.

"Nick!" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised to hear her use my name. For some reason I would've thought it would be something along the lines of Jackass or Asshole or maybe even You son of a bitch. Something a little more appropriate.

I turned around to see her standing in the door way, an uneasy expression on her face. I smiled. "Yes?"

"What… Well, what did you have in mind, exactly?"

"Whatever you want." I shrugged. "Maybe a walk?"

She bit her lip and I could see her mean exterior crumbling. She stared at me for a long moment before sighing. "Okay…"

I beamed at her triumphantly, flashing my rare full-teeth smile.

She glared and turned back around to finish off the rest of her breakfast. I followed her back in. "Knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

"My boredom out-weighed my annoyance for you. Don't get cocky," she said, sitting back down.

This time I sat beside her. "Whatever you say, Miley, whatever you say."


"Hannah Montana," I chuckled. "Cute."

"I didn't choose the name," she snapped.

"Hmm," I hummed, amused.

It was now the afternoon and she had just gotten done telling me about her TV show. We had walked just about all over this camp. We were now walking on a trail through the woods that was close to the lake. We weren't that from the camp – we could hear the cast and crew – but it was far enough to feel isolated. Most likely no one would see us.

She hadn't really given up on this whole hostile thing she was putting out, but it was easy enough to ignore. Occasionally, she would answer me without the sarcasm or malice. It was rare, though.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"If you must," she sighed.

I half-smiled. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"You're tolerable."

I laughed. "Thanks, but that's not what I meant."

"What do you mean?"

We came to a break in the trees that gave us a perfect view of the lake. Boulders were lined up everywhere making a sort of hill, so I climbed up on one and gestured for her to do the same. She lifted herself on the one next to me and sighed, leaning against another rock that was behind her and bringing her knees to her chest. These were obviously man-made to make sort of "chairs" that looked out into the lake. The rocks were flat so they weren't really uncomfortable.

"I meant are you enjoying yourself, like the fame? Well… Not the fame exactly… I mean, do you like being able to do this?"

She stared out toward the lake, looking confused. I let her think it over while I stared out at the lake too. It was beautiful, peaceful…

"I enjoy doing what I love," she finally answered a few minutes later. "Yes."

"Music?"

She scrunched her eyebrows. "Of course," she said as if I had offended her. "Music is my… everything. I couldn't… I wouldn't…" She shook her head, lost for words. "I could never give it up."

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and nodded, understanding. "That's cool."

"Would you?"

Now it was my turn to look as if I had just been offended. "Never," I gasped, the mere thought of it knocking the wind out of me. "You couldn't pay me enough."

She rolled her eyes. "You get paid for making music, not giving it up. Idiot."

Sigh. And I thought we were getting somewhere...

I gave her a cheeky smile and said, "You are going to have to give it up sometime, Miley. You're not forcing yourself to be nice to me - you're forcing yourself to be mean. It's not working, by the way. It's not like I'm going to take away my apology and start ignoring you again. You're too interesting. I guess you're sort of rubbing off." I gave her a teasing look as if the very idea revolted me.

"I'm interesting?" she asked dryly.

"Quite."

She sniffed. "Then you need to get out more."

I laughed. "Fine. Be that way."

"I intend to."

I chuckled again.

"So, can I ask you a question?"

"Please!" I laughed. "I'm not used to being the one always having to bring up topics. You're throwing everything incredibly off balance, Miley."

"Then, please, never miss the opportunity to shut the hell up every once and a while," she muttered under her breath, not intending on me hearing it. She took a deep breath and continued. "So rumor has it… you're dating Selena Russo?"

I could tell she was trying to be nonchalant about it, but I could see the raging curiosity in her eyes. "And if I said I was?"

Her lips twitched, but she kept her careless attitude. "Cute."

I narrowed my eyes. "Not you too."

She gave me a small, innocent smile and shrugged.

I groaned.

"So you are?" she pressed on.

"How about you? Got a boyfriend?"

"You so are," she said, a little smug.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not exactly the world's greatest mystery."

"It is in the teen world," she pointed out.

"Yes, I guess so."

"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

"I trust you."

We both looked at each other. Her head cocked to the side, and I frowned. I didn't mean to say that.

"Thanks," she muttered, frowning along with me.

"Yeah, no problem," I mumbled, looking back at the water.

We stayed quiet after that.


The sun was setting once we made it back to the cabins. The air was quiet and peaceful, only the sound of a small fire cackling and a few voices around it were heard. By the looks of it, there must have been some sort of party we missed.

"Bummer," Miley whispered next to me, realizing it too.

I shrugged, too tired to care.

I heard her teeth chatter when a gush of wind blew in our direction. She wrapped her arms around herself. I shivered too and laughed. "Sorry again for tossing you in the lake. I needed to get you to talk to me somehow."

She smiled. "It's fine. I got you back, didn't I?" She reached up to push away my hair that was soaked to my face.

"What's that? No sarcasm? Well, well, miracles do happen."

"Whatever."

"Still, I won't do it again," I promised.

"You better not," she warned.

"Scout's honor."

She rolled her eyes. "Funny."

We stopped at her cabin and she peered through the window. "Demi's asleep already," she stated.

"Damn it," I muttered.

"You can apologize tomorrow."

"I will."

She looked back at me and hesitated. "I had fun, Nick. You're not as bad as I thought… I guess."

I smiled. "You never did say if you forgave me or not."

"I forgive you."

I grinned at her, and she smiled back reluctantly.

"Well, I guess I better get inside to change. Don't want to catch a cold or anything," she said, looking at the door then back at me.

"Yeah, definitely not," I agreed.

"Mm-hmm."

I opened my arms, and she stared at me confused. I rolled my eyes. "It's called a goodnight hug, Miley. Get with the program."

"Oh," she said quickly, wrapping her arms around my torso. I chuckled.

As soon as her stomach hit mine, she gasped and pulled away from me, shivering. "Y-you're c-c-coldddd," she spluttered.

I laughed and started walking away. "See you tomorrow, Miley."

"G-goodnight, Nick."


Miley's POV

I walked into the cabin, freezing my ass off. I had to do my best to not breathe too loudly so I wouldn't wake up Demi, but God damn it, I was cold!

I couldn't turn on the lights so I had to search in the dark for clean clothes. My foot jammed against the drawer and I yelped in pain. "Shi-oot!"

I heard Demi giggle. "Nice save," she mumbled.

"Get up!" I snapped, rubbing my foot. "You could have told me you were awake. I think I broke my foot."

"Turn on the light, smart on," she sighed, sitting up.

"Huh," I muttered. "Wonder why I didn't think of that. Oh wait… There's a thing called common courtesy. Something you must lack."

She giggled again.

I grabbed what I need and didn't even bother to turn on the light. I slipped out of my soaking clothes and put on my dry ones. "Do you have a hair band?" I asked, combing my fingers through my wet hair. She slipped one off her wrist and tossed it to me. I reached blindly for it in the dark and was amazed when I caught it. "Ninja," I mumbled, smug, pulling my hair up.

Demi breathed out a laugh. "Very."

I climbed in on my side of the bed and gave out one last shiver as I threw the warm blankets over me. I kicked my foot out and snagged Demi's bare led. She gasped. "Damn it, Miley, you're freezing!" She kicked my foot away from her leg.

I giggled.

"Jeez, what happened?"

"I got tossed in the lake."

"By Nick?" I heard her teeth snap together.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that Demi. He was just kidding," I said quickly, feeling Demi tense up.

She immediately relaxed. "So, what, you guys are suddenly cool now?"

"Yeah… I mean, I guess so."

"Huh. I would have thought after yesterday… God, now I guess I have to apologize for slapping him, don't I?" She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat.

I laughed. If there was one thing Demi hated it was having to apologize. She felt like it made her weak. "It's only fair. But he does want to apologize to you first. He's very sorry."

"All right," she sighed. "So what did you guys do today?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just talked."

"About?"

"Nothing specific. He's very talkative."

Demi snorted and looked at me. "Nick? Nick Gray? You're kidding, right?"

"Not at all. I was ready to just get up and leave, but every time I made the slightest attempt to he'd just start talking and talking and talking. He wouldn't shut up."

Demi whistled. "Crazy. When I met him it was so hard to get one sentence out of him. It took me like a week to get more than a one word response."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I paused. "Did he ever act like... you know... to you or any of the other cast memebers?"

Demi huffed. "Do you honestly think he'd be alive right now if he did?"

I frowned. Gee... who did I kill?

Demi - being Demi - was able to somehow hear my unspoken thoughts in the silence. "You didn't do anything, Miley."

"Freak," I mumbled.

She laughed. "Well, I'm tired. I was waiting up for you to get back, and… Oh, look, you're back." I rolled my eyes. "So goodnight, Miley."

"Goodnight, Demi."

After a few minutes, I heard her breathing even out.

Well, I think it was hardly fair that I was the one who got treated so special. Did I offend him in anyway? What, was he mad that I had greeted Joe first back at the airport rather than him? Was he really that stuck up?

I shook my head.

No, he wasn't. Far, far from it, actually. He was sweet and very humble. I could tell he was an extremely shy guy. He seemed so out of his element today, trying to keep up a conversation with me. Hey, I would have easily taken over the reins if I had wanted to... But it was just so amusing to watch him stumble and fluster with himself. I guess it did make it worse that I wasn't much help...

I silently groaned.

But how in the hell did I forgive his so easily! It wasn't fair! At all! I was prepared to make him feel like shit. I had this whole stay planned out; after last night, I was ready to make him want to crawl in a hole and just... just... But no, that's not how it worked out. Now all of a sudden we're all buddy-buddy with each other. What an ass - with his incredible hair, gorgeous eyes and stupid grin. He just... It wasn't... That's not how... How could he even... Why did he have to... Ugh, it was just plain wrong!

I was seething.

"Do you think you're going to start having more fun here now that you and Nick are good?" Demi mumbled, half-asleep.

I sighed, closing me eyes, ready for sleep. "I think I'm going to have a blast."

Though I meant for it to be sarcastic, I wasn't sure if it was.


I'm going to have to restrain myself from posting these next few chapters ;)

Oh, uhh, so I've decided to be exceptionally cruel and, well, I'm not going to post through Nick's POV while they are here at the camp. Don't fret, that's only like two or three chapters. Most likely just two. Reason being? Simple. You're not aloud to know what Nick is thinking. At all. Ever. Well, just while they are at camp. Only Miley's thoughts... And her thoughts are going to be screaming obvious... But as for Nick... Nope. And I don't want you to think of that as a hint for Nick because it's NOT. FAR from a hint actually. I'm just telling you this now, Nick is sort of a complicated character.

Oh and thanks for all your reviews. You guys are like seriously amazing. If you've only reviewed once or if you continually review, you have my thanks and appreciation. :)