This chapter is kind of skipping through the weeks that Nicks gone. Hopefully I don't confuse anyone. I discovered that when I have Nick and Miley separated, I can't write, so I think that skipping through it all so I can make him come home in the next chapter will work better. I hope you guys don't mind me doing it that way...but I think it's best for me.

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Standing in her bathroom in a tank top and sweats, Miley was straightening her hair while her ipod blared. That was the best part of having her own section on the house; she can make as much noise as she wants to and it doesn't bother anyone! How she heard it over the music she didn't know, but she heard the faint sound of her phone ringing and put the hot flat iron down and hurried to answer it. She turned the music off and glanced at the caller id and smiled. "I knew you'd call." She said sitting on her bed. "You did?" Nick laughed. "Yep. You miss me way to much to go more then twelve hours without talking to me." She laughed. "You know me to well." She ran her hands through her half straightened hair and sighed. She missed his so much. "How's filming?" She asked, telling herself not to think about him being away form her, but that she's talking to him right now. "Good. We've gotten a lot done so far." They had been gone for three weeks, but it seemed like a lot longer. "Turn your camera on, so we can see each other." Nick said. "No, I'm in the middle of getting ready, I look like crap." Miley said. "I don't care, I wanna see you." She smiled and pulled her laptop closer to her and opened it. She opened the chat and turned her camera on. "Okay." She told him and a few seconds later Nick's face popped up on her screen. "Hi." He said and they both hung up their phones. "You don't look bad." He added a second later. "Do guys ever tell their girlfriends when they look bad?" Miley laughed. "Girlfriend?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "You know what I mean." She said. Ever since he left, they both tried to stay away form the subject of dating, it hurt to much to talk about. They both knew what they wanted, who they wanted, but they couldn't have it or at least not now. "So how are things going for you?" He asked breaking the awkward silence. "Busy. I've been writing a lot, and we'll probably go to the studio in the next few weeks." She loved recording, it was probably her favorite part of her job. "Hmm, you'll have to play something for me when I get back." She smiled. "We'll see." She glanced at the time and realized she was suppose to be meeting Mandy in fifteen minutes and she wasn't ready at all. "I should go, I'm meeting Mandy and I need to finish getting ready." She told him. "Chat again soon?" He asked. She smiled at him. "Really soon."

"I never understand why the girl always run into the house and trap themselves in the bathroom. Anyone with half a brain would know that's a for sure plan to get sliced up in a million pieces." Shawn said as he and Miley left the movie theater. "She was probably thinking with her huge fake boobs instead of her brain." She laughed. Miley had met Shawn a few weeks ago, he's the son of one of her producers and really nice. They walked out into the cold winter air and had a dozen cameras flashing in their faces. She looped her arms through his and did her best to ignore the yelling and flashing. He opened the passenger's side door and she climbed in. "Sorry that it's so crazy every times we go out together.' She said. She knew how badly it sucked not to have any privacy, and alwasy felt bad when her friends got pulled along, getting their names in magazines and rumors flying about the. "Don't worry about it."

"I'm home!" Miley yelled as she entered her house. Silence. "Hmm, guess no ones home." She said shrugging her shoulders and walking into the living room ans taking her jacket off. "This was fun." She told him smiling. "Good." He said sitting down next to her. "Thank you." She said leaning her head on his shoulder. "For what?" He asked. "For getting me out of the house, and for getting me to think about something other then Nick for five seconds." She told him. It was easy to talk to Shawn, and he didn't mind, or at lest he said he didn't mind. "No problem." He said wrapping his arm around her and pulling he into a hug. Miley's phone started ringing and she reached to the table and picked it up. "Speak of the devil." She said. "Ill be right back." She said standing up. "I'll be here."

Miley walked to the stairs and stepped up a few, sitting down and stretching her legs out. "Hey." She said, fake cheerfulness in her voice. "You have no idea how badly I want to be home, with you right this minute." She smiled. "What happened." She asked. "I just got done filming and I was thinking about you, and how much I missed you." He said. "I miss you too." She said. "But I can't talk right now, I have company." She explained. "Oh, okay. Call me later?" he asked. "Yeah. Bye." she said hanging up.

Later that night Miley called Nick back, but it was a short phone call that she ended after a few minutes, claiming to be really tired. She ignored his calls for the next few days, but knew he had to talk to him eventually. "Hello." She said holding her phone up to her ear. "Hey, it's me." He said. "Oh hi." There was a moment of silence. "I've been calling you the past few days." He said. "Yeah, I know. I meant to call you back, but I just didn't have the time. Things are kind of crazy right now." She lied. She could hear him sighing. "Is everything okay, you've been kind of off lately?" She sat down on her chair and pulled her legs up. "I have a lot of things going on, Nick. That's all."She told him. "Like going on dates?" He sounded mad and hurt. "What?" She asked. "I haven't bee on a date." She added. "Then why did I go online and see you walking arm in arm with some guy laughing and smiling. Looks like a date to me." He asked. "So every time I go to the movies with someone, I have to walk ten feet away from them and not smile because my you might go online and see me and jump to the conclusion that I'm on a date and get jealous." She said, her voice filled with anger. "Maybe if you didn't hang all over him looking like you just can't wait to get home and jump in bed with him." She was speechless and shocked that he even said that. "You have no idea what's going on between me and him, or how I feel. I've been missing you so much lately, and it's all I can do not to call you and beg you to come home. So I went to the movies with a friend, someone who's fun and makes me laugh, and who's gay." She said. "So maybe you should ask me what's going on before calling me a slut." She told him, feeling tears falling from her eyes, but keeping her voice clear and strong. "Miley I, I'm sorry." He said. She laughed. "Fuck you." She said before hanging up.

Nick caught on after four days of un-returned messages that Miley didn't want to talk, and he stopped calling. They hadn't talked for about two weeks, she was sad, not because they were fighting, but because she really did think that they cared enough about each other to make it through the three months without something like this happening. The fact that he thought she would jump into bed with some random guy hurt worse then anything, and now she felt like she shouldn't wait for him anymore, that if he thought she would do something like that, then she would.

Standing in the middle of a night club that was really easy to get into without an id, all you had to do was flirt a little and the guy would let you right in. It was a girl night out, and she was going to have a good time. She was dancing with her friends, laughing and having a blast, when she noticed a guy starring at her. She looked at him and smiled, leaning in and yelling to her friend that she was going to get a drink. She pushed past everyone and went to the bar, ordering a screwdriver. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the guy who was watching her, heading her way. She took a drink and began walking towards the exit, looking back at the guy and motioning for him to follow. She pushed the doors open and felt the cool air hit her face. It was only seconds before she heard footsteps and was no longer alone. He was cute, blond hair blue eyes, tall, perfect. "You were watching me." She said taking a drink from her glass. "You're nice to look at." He shrugged his shoulders. She dropped her glass and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him lower and kissing his roughly. His mouth tasted like tequila, and he was so tall that it hurt her neck to kiss him. He backed her up against the wall and put his hands on both sides of her, pressing his body against hers. His tongue filled her mouth, rubbing on her tongue as she slid her hands up his shirt. He had a very muscly stomach, and she couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like shirtless. He reached his hand down and slipped it up her skirt, running his fingers over her underwear. She bit his lip, and felt him getting hard. He started to slip his hand under her underwear, but she pushed him away and began walking back to the doors, leaving him standing alone watching after her.

"I think my head is going to explode." She said into her phone. She had woke up at eleven and had the worlds worst headache, and the thought of ever eating again made her want to puke. "Take aspirin and drink lots of water, and stay in bed, only way to feel better. Trust me." Mandy said. "What'd you tell you're parents?" She asked. "I didn't tell them anything, they're not home. They went to Nashville." Miley told her. "You skipped a trip to Nashville to go to a club and get wasted?" Mandy asked. "I have a concert tomorrow." Miley explained. "But it will probably get canceled since my head's gonna explode." Mandy laughed. "I gonna go, call me later and don't forget to take aspirin." Mandy said. "Bye." She sat her phone on the nightstand and crawled out from under he covers shielding her eyes from the light coming in form the window. She was never drinking again.

She stepped on the cold bathroom floor and opened her medicine cabinet racing up for the bottle of aspirin. She hated taking medicine, but if it would help her head, she'd take anything. She popped the top off and dumped two pills in the palm of her hand and filled a paper cup with water, tipping her head back and dropping the pills into her moth, washing them down with the water. She looked in the mirror and thought back to last night. She had weird feeling about what had happened. She was a little grossed out that she had made out with a total stranger, but didn't at all guilty about doing it. She wasn't dating Nick and he already thought she had hooked up with other guys, so she did; sort of.

Ding Dong!

She shut her eyes and held her head, the loud doorbell killed. Walking down the stairs one at a time, taking her time to get to the door, hoping whoever was there would go away because she really didn't feel like answering the door in her pajamas looking like shit. She was a few feet away from the door when they rang the doorbell again. "Fuck." She looked out the peephole, and saw the last person she ever expected to see standing on her porch. She opened the door slowly and looked at him. "What are you doing here Nick?"

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I finally got this chapter done. I've been working on it for ages, and here it is. I hope you don't hate me for writing this chapter, I just randomly wanted to a this happen. I have plans, and I will hopefully update soon!

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