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Chapter 10

Standing out in the rain, knowing that it's really over,
Please don't leave me alone.
I'm flooded with all this pain, knowing that ill never hold ya
Like I did before the storm.
- Before The Storm, Jonas Brothers Feat. Miley Cyrus.

Miley lay in the dark later that night, a grin plastered upon her love struck face. Her lips still tingled from where his had once crashed down upon. She could still feel his touch on her bare skin, his lips upon hers and his cool breath stunning her face. It was all so clear in the good ole friend she had named Memory. She pulled the covers up to her chin. Her heart beat echoed around the silent room as it began to beat faster and faster as she thought of him. Her eyes slid shut voluntarily and she knew Sleep was no where near her street. How could the worst day turn into the best, just by the touch of one boy? It was merely impossible, but for Miley the impossible had happened. She suddenly felt like the luckiest girl on earth, and maybe she was? Minutes that seemed like days went past and Miley was finding it harder and harder with every second that passed to try and clear her mind free from everything. And it was going to be made even more difficult.

She tossed and turned, starting to become extremely frustrated with herself for not being to stop thinking about him. She yanked the covers right over her head and groaned aloud. A pebble hit the window and Miley threw the covers off her body. She lay paralysed, her eyes wide open in fright and then another rock hit the glass. She leapt out of bed and crept towards the window. Peeking a glance outside she saw Nick standing, checking his surroundings to make sure everything was clear. He turned back towards the window and noticed Miley opening it and leaning out to speak to him.

"What the heck are you doing here?" She whispered.

"Coming to see you, duh. Can I come in?" He asked in a low tone.

Miley hesitated for a moment, considering the consequences before nodding her head. So she'll be grounded if her dad walked in, big deal right? How often did a guy come to your window, just to see you? Ok, so it had already happened to her, last night.

She crawled back into bed as Nick climbed in through the window. As he managed to get his other leg up onto the window sill he fell onto her bedroom floor with a small thump and stood back up, brushing himself off.

"Smooth," Miley teased, pulling the covers up over her body.

"Hey, I'm no Edward Cullen or Jacob Black. I did the best I could," he said as he sat on the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and holding her close.

"And I wouldn't want you any other way," she smiled up to him.

"Urgh, you're such a girl."

Miley just rolled her eyes and nestled closely into his body as he played with a piece of her hair. Miley pulled herself up slightly, so she was sitting alongside him. Her thin white cami top rose up a little, showing her hip bone. Nick turned his head away, trying not to take notice, but it was too distracting. He glanced down, trying to concentrate on her face, but instead all he could notice was that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath this thin jammie top. Naturally his boy instincts kicked in, and he was using everything he could to try and redeem himself. Miley curled her long, tanned legs up, her navy shorts also riding up at that moment and showing more of her thighs. Nick moaned slightly and Miley looked up towards him concerned.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was sweet and soft.

"Mhm," he murmured with his eyes tightly shut. Miley's hand landed on his hips and she pushed herself up to leave a gentle, lingering kiss upon his lips. Nick smiled as she pulled back and Miley giggled at how goofy he looked with his eyes firmly shut and that stupid smile on his face. He opened his eyes and rolled those chocolate brown orbs, shaking his head. At that moment it was as Miley could read his thoughts and suddenly her face lit up, a plan was dancing away within her. She threw her legs over Nicks, straddling him, lighting sitting on his lower stomach. Nick grabbed both her hands, slowly entwining his fingers. Miley leaned forward and placed a gentle, loving kiss upon his lips and then continued to his check, down to his jaw and finishing on his neck. Nick's lips landed on Miley's neck, where he left chaste kisses, moving down to her shoulders. His hands slipped out of Miley's and his fingers pushed the straps of her shirt down, showing more skin which he covered in kisses. As his lips reached back up towards hers his hands slipped up the back of her shirt. Her fingers twisted themselves between his curls, teasing each curl separately. Miley was so hypnotised by the kiss she didn't notice Nick ever so slowly pushing her shirt up, further and further until a small groan coming from Nick's lips jolted her back to reality and she turned a slight shade of red as she pulled back, shaking her head scared. Nick placed a small, reassuring kiss upon her nose and she giggled slightly.

Before she knew it Nick had rolled over so he was now on top and in charge. Miley held the front of his plaid shirt tightly in her grip as he roughly kissed her neck, her eyes were shut and a smile was erupting on her face. It was a new experience, for both of them. As the kisses became more gentle and loving Miley's hands relaxed and before she knew what she was doing her fingers were reaching for the buttons, and with every kiss she received a button was opened until there was only one tiny button left. Nicks arms slipped through the sleeves and the shirt fell silently onto her floor. They rolled over and again and yet again she was in charge.

A small sigh escaped from her slightly swollen lips as her blue orbs scanned his flawless, toned chest. Her fingers slowly ran up and down and she smiled slightly as she traced a small heart just above the beating heart that belonged to her. She lay her palm down onto his chest and felt it beat beneath her shaking hand. Miley, Miley, Miley it called and she smiled knowing hers only beat for Him.

They both knew how far they were going, and this was it. But what if they couldn't control it and their teenage instincts took over? This was something they both certainly did not want to rush and especially with Miley's father only a couple of walls away.

Nicks hands reached for Miley's shirt and he began to slowly raise it above her head, but she grabbed his hands and pulled them down.

"I can't." She whispered in a petrified, small voice.

Nick pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her small figure, holding her close as Miley. Her head rested on his shoulder and he began to slowly rock her back and forth.

"Are you ok?" He asked and she just nodded her head and snuggled closer to him.

They both sat there and held each other, neither of them speaking or moving for an hour before Miley yawned and her eyes became suddenly very tired. Nick pushed her off his lap and lay her down in her bed, pulled the covers over her fragile torso and softly caressed his cheek. He grabbed his shirt and threw it on and made his way to her window.

"Nick," she called from the darkness.

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Miles," he said and she smiled, Miles.

Her eyes slid shut and she drifted off into a sleep where he was always there.

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The sun was bright the next morning, unlike the night before. It shone in every dark corner of Miley's room that morning, and gently eased her out of sleep. She rolled out of bed and ran her fingers through her matted hair, which she quickly tied up in a messy bun. She grabbed the baggy hoodie that lay in a heap on her bedroom floor and pulled it on. Flooding memories of last night came rushing back to her.

Practically skipping, she entered the kitchen and found her dad and brother sitting and already eating.

"Good morning," she yelled in a chirpy voice, causing both men to stop and stare at this alien standing before them.

"Are you ok?" Jackson asked slowly.

"Mhm." She nodded her head, smiling at them.

"Oh," Robby said, and he had caught on. "You were kissed!"

"What?"

"You were, weren't you?"

Miley's face dropped and she slowly nodded her head. "How do you do that?"

"I just know stuff, I'm a dad. So who was it?"

Miley took a seat at the table and shook her head. "I don't wanna say."

"And why not?"

"Because then I'll have to bring him here and either you'll embarrass me or he'll embarrass us all," she said, nodding her head towards Jackson who didn't seem to take offend.

"Miles." His voice was stern, but Miley didn't care because the word Miles just brought back all those wonderful memories of last night and she began to smile like a child on Christmas morning.

"Urgh, that is gross. She's making out with him in her mind." Jackson yelled, his mouth filled with food.

"That is something I didn't need to hear," Robby just shook his head at his son and turned back to his love struck teenage daughter. "I'm gonna meet him. Who is he?"

"Nick."

"As in Nick the guy who came to collect the guitar?"

"As in that guy." Miley knew it was going to be a long morning, and she just couldn't wait to break free from the never ending questions from her father.

Miley ran out the house and down the dirt track. Her flip flops kept slipping of her feet and it wasn't long until she was running to the beach with them in her hands. She wore a simple, short white summer dress and her hair was still in that messy bun from this morning. She had no plans to meet anyone, but she just had to get out of that house and the questions that were thrown her way.

When she reached her destination she noticed it was more busy than usual, and that was probably because the weather was the best it had been. She slipped her feet back into her shoes and made her way along the pier. After a while she heard someone yell her name and she knew automatically who it was. She turned round to see Demi running after her dress in a tight black tank top, a short ripped denim skirt and black gladiator sandals.

"Hey girl," she said, embracing Miley into a hug. "So what's up?"

"Nothing much, me and Nick talked yesterday then kissed then at night he crawled into my window and basically we, actually never mind. Nothing much, you?"

Demi stood, literally speechless. It was taking her longer than usual to consume all this information, Miley thought.

"Wait, what?" She finally said. Miley just shrugged her shoulders, as Demi's phone began to ring.

"Damn, that's my dad. I've gotta go, but tonight sleepover at yours because we need to talk about this." She called as she began to make her way back. Miley shook her head and walked down onto the beach.

She took a seat on an isolated part of the beach, and began to play with the sand, letting it run through her fingers. She began to think about the past; how different and far ago that all seemed. She couldn't even see going back home, she couldn't even imagine not living here. In such a short amount of time she had adjusted to life out here and she wasn't prepared to go back and change all over again. Everything was different: her family, the people, herself. Sure she only had Nick and Demi here and back home she had a ton of friends, but no one could ever compare to those two.

She fell back and shut her eyes, allowing the sun to kiss her tanned LA skin. This was the life she had dreamed of, and finally she had found it and nothing was going to make her give it up. Everything here was more beautiful, more pure. The sun shone brighter, the sky was more blue and the stars were more brighter. She remembered her mother talking about this place, describing everything in such detail that she could almost feel like she was there and now she was. Not once had she ever felt this close to her mother and to home. It was her destiny. Being here was her destiny; being here would hopefully bring her true friendship and love. Well that was what she hoped for. For once she was content with life and where her life was and she just wanted that feeling to last as long as possible.

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"That is so romantic," Demi gushed as she threw another handful of popcorn into her mouth. Miley just stared at her, laughing slightly.

"You are really special Demi."

"Hey my dad always tells me that!" Her eyes were wide in excitement and Miley lay on the floor laughing at her. She was really surprised this girl wasn't born blonde. "So did anything else happen?"

Miley sat for a moment, considering if she should tell her about their bedroom 'encounter'. Of course, Demi was practically her best friend, she trusted this girl.

"Well," she started and Demi squealed in excitement. "Last night he sort of crawled through my bedroom window and basically we were kissing and he ended up with his shirt on the floor and almost mine too, but then I stopped him and he went home."

"You's what?" This was the last thing Demi expected her to say. "Oh my gosh, this is huge. So are you's like a couple now?"

"Well, uh I guess so? Maybe? I don't know."

Demi crawled over the floor, over the junk food and magazines and pulled Miley into a huge hug which Miley happily accepted. It was nice to have a friend who wasn't so judgemental, or who wouldn't of gone ape crazy on her for not allowing it to happen. It was perfect, everything was just too perfect.

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