"So, I trust you all came up with a poem over the weekend?" Ms. Clapp asked.

"Yeah" the whole class mumbled, sinking down in their seats.

I could imagine what they were thinking inside their head: Please don't pick me, pick Miley!

"Miss. Stewart, would you like to read your poem out?" Ms. Clapp asked, seeing I was her only option.

I sighed and nodded, my poem was about Nick. I'd written it when he left me—after he'd kissed me and told me not to love him. It was called: Crazier. And it was true, Nick did make me crazier. He was like a drug to me, the more I had him, the more I wanted. Maybe I'd pushed him to far when he kissed me, but, I didn't care. This poem meant so much to me because it was about Nick; the guy who had 'fixed' me when his girlfriend had crushed me to pieces. When I walked up to the front of the class, I remembered that day, the day he decided to 'fix' me, when he knocked on my door and asked to hang out. Nick was reason I was here right now, he'd stopped me from jumping off the bridge that night, he'd saved me life. He meant so much to me.

I took a deep breath and began to read:

"I've never gone with the wind,

Just let it flow,

Let it take me where it wants to go,

'Till you opened the door,

There's so much more,

I'd never seen it before,

I was trying to fly,

But I couldn't find wings,

You came along and you changed everything,

You lift my feet off the ground,

Spin me around,

You make me Crazier and Crazier,

Feels like I'm falling and I,

I'm lost in your eyes,

You make me crazier,

Crazier" I finished, and suddenly realized I was singing the song instead of talking it.

(A/N:I thought this song really went with the story, what do you think?)

I looked up, and suddenly, the whole class, even Selena, began to clap.

"Miley, that was amazing! Not only the poem, but your voice, too!" Ms. Clap smiled; I noticed tears in her eyes.

"Please don't cry" I giggled.

"It's just your poem was so awesome!" Joe called from his desk.

"Totally awesome!" Kevin cheered.

I smiled, and scanned the classroom. Gabriella winked at me, so did Harper. Even Selena smiled at me. Mitchie, oh, my dear Mitchie, was cheering so loud that I could hear her above everyone else. And then; Nick. He was clapping, but he knew that was about him. I felt horrible; I'd made him feel horrible judging by the look on his face.

"I'm sorry!" I mouthed to him.

He shook his head, "No, I'm sorry" he mouthed back.

His hand flew into the air.

"Yes, Nick?" Miss. Clap asked.

"May I be excused?" he asked.

Ms. Clap nodded and Nick ran to the bath room.

Nick's POV:

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I couldn't believe I'd done this to Miley. I knew that was about me, I made her 'Crazier', but I felt bad about it. I had a girlfriend, and I felt selfish for kissing Miley and leading her on too much. Why was I such a jerk? Joe was right, I was hurting Miley. I had been since we stopped being best friends. I cringed, I'd hurt her for 5 years! I shook my head, everything was coming back to me now, the memories, the good times, the bad times, all the things that had been said. The puzzle had been solved; Miley loved me.

Mitchie's POV:

I smiled so big when Miley sat down.

But then my smile vanished when I saw the look on her face. This look was worse than embarrassment; it was a torturing look.

"Miles, what's wrong? That was awesome! Even Selena liked it! C'mon, be happy!" I praised her, but she shook her head.

"I've…hurt him" she whispered.

"Hurt who?" I asked, curious.

"Him" Miley mumbled.

"Who?!" I asked, even more curious now.

"No-one" Miley sighed.

"You can tell me…" I offered.

"I don't want to tell you!" Miley snapped.

"Sorry, Miles…" I mumbled.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you!" Miley whispered.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight.

"I'll always be here for you, Miles. No matter what, okay?" I said.

Miley's POV:

When Mitchie said that, my heart almost stopped beating; it was exactly what Nick had promised 5 years ago…

-After School-

I cried when I got home. I cried for 2 hours straight. I have no idea why, but I felt so terrible. So…ugh. I felt like someone had crushed me when really, I should've been on top of the world. Everyone—even Selena—had liked my poem today. So why wasn't I happy? Try and guess. Oh, yeah. Nick. My phone flashed and my ringtone started to fill the empty air in my bedroom. I answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me." His voice was low.

"Oh, hey!" I sniffed.

"I need to show you something…something very important. Do you mind coming over? I'm in my bedroom."

"Sure, I'll see you in five" and when I pressed the 'end call' button, I let out a giant

'EEEP'.

He wanted to see me. He wanted to show me something. I was over to his house in a flash of light, barely able to control my growing excitement. I knocked on the door.

"Hey" Joe answered.

"Hey." I smiled, looking over his shoulder, trying to find Nick, "Where's—"

"In his bedroom" Joe replied, before I could even say his name.

I nodded and smiled. I ran up to his bedroom door and froze. As I stared at the white door in front of me—Nick's bedroom door—I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit nervous—okay, make that a lot! I mean, don't boys only invite their girlfriends into their bedrooms? No, wait. That's not true. I took a deep breath and knocked on door, using the secret knock me and Nick made up years ago.

"Miley?" he breathed.

I bit my lip, "Yeah, it's me."

"Come in" he offered.

I waited for a moment, expecting him to open the door. After a few seconds I just opened it by myself. And when I did, my heart started to beat faster. My lungs were about to burst. Nick was sat on his bed with his legs crossed and had his guitar—the guitar I got him for his 10th birthday—in his hands.

"Here, come sit on the bed" he said, patting the space across from him.

I smiled and did what I was told.

"Okay. I know this is super weird. But, I always thought singing and writing songs was for losers…and I liked it 5 years ago…it's weird. But when I came in from school today, I couldn't get that song you did in class today off my mind—I couldn't get you off my mind. I had this weird feeling it was about…me. So as soon as I got in from school I ran up to my bedroom and got this guitar you got me out. And I wrote you a song." His words came out in a laid-back tone.

Words failed me.

"Do you want to hear it?" he asked.

Words failed me again, so I nodded.

"Okay."

He started strumming his guitar and finally got the rhythm he wanted. And then he started to sing. And my heart melted.

"Broken hears and last goodbyes,

All just worthless lullabies, (A/N: I didn't know this line so I guessed it xD)

Trying to make this pain go away (A/N: And this line ;))

Realized I let you down,

Told you that I'd be around,

Building up the strength just to say,

That I'm sorry,

For braking all the promises I wasn't around to keep,

I'm sorry,

This will be the last time I will ever beg you to stay,

But you're already on your way"

He stopped singing and playing his guitar and looked at me with his beautiful piercing chocolate brown eyes. He was clearly waiting for me to stay something.

"I…it…I…um…wow" I blurted out.

Nick raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

He put his guitar on the floor and looked at me in a much more serious way.

"Thank you" I mumbled, "It was beautiful."

Nick smiled, and his face turned serious again, "Miley…I know how you…really feel about…me"

What was I supposed to say? I desperately tried to say something. But how could I hide it? I loved him. I'd loved him since the day we met. And yet, he had failed to realize until it was too late. He had a beautiful girlfriend. He was popular and had a million girls crushing on him. I was just…Miley. I closed my eyes, and for some strange reason I felt tears trying to fight their way through my eyes. I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw Nick's beautiful face next to mine. He rested his forehead on mine. I felt his hot breath flow across my face and shivered. He stared into my eyes.

"Don't cry" he said.

I sniffed, unable to say anything. I found it impossible to look away from him. My train of thought was long gone and all I could this about was him. His presence was magical. I just wanted to be with all the time. I never wanted to leave him. I wanted to make him happy and make him smile. I wanted him to be mine—forever.

He sighed, "I really shouldn't do this."

And God answered my wish. His lips crushed mine gently, and the only thing I could do was kiss back with all the passion I had.

He pulled away.

"I love you" I whispered.

"I know" he said, his voice as cold as ice.

And then he kissed me again.