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So that was the end of me and Nick. I haven't talked to him in a little over six months. It was best for both of us. Well, for me anyway. I've met a new guy, he's everything that Nick should've been. His name is Travis.

Nick is girlfriend-less which is clearly karma. I hope he realizes now that karma is a bitch, so don't fuck around with her. He tried to call me the first couple months, and I ignored him. He gave up after maybe three-hundred calls.

I admit, I didn't want us to be idle in any type of relationship, but it wasn't my fault. He decided to lie about things, which totally put us on hold and now, I'm not interested in being anything with Nick, even if it was just friends.

My phone started buzzing and I ran to it, knowing Travis had planned to call me around this time. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey." I sat down on my bed and picked at my nail polish. "What's up?" Travis didn't answer, I just heard a sigh… and Travis never sighed.

"You picked up." Nick smiled on the other end, I could just feel it. "Miley let me explain. I can't live without you!"

"Then why aren't you dead yet?" I spat harshly.

"Miles don't be this way. We don't have to be like this, we could be together again. We could have a fresh start!" Nick begged, he was pathetic in my eyes and I wasn't buying it. He disgusted me.

"I was stupid enough to let you back in before and look what it did to me. I thought you were a good guy but I give up. I don't wanna be with someone I can't ever trust. You lied to me. Liars disgust me and I don't wanna be with one." I stood up and straightened out my shirt.

"You should have thought of me when those lies were falling from your lips. You should have seen my face every time your lips found their way to Selena's. I don't hate you, I forgive you. But I'm forgetting you and all the pain you've caused me. And that's all I have to say, so long, Nicholas." I hung up the phone and sighed.

I didn't like being a bitch to him; I didn't like being a bitch to anyone. But he messed with me; he made me want to be a bitch to him. So he deserves every bitch that passes his way. He better have learned his lesson, girls hate liars and cheaters and backstabbing boys.

I dialed Travis' number and waited for him to pick up. "Hey babe," he greeted me in his peaceful voice that calmed me automatically, "what's up?"

"Can I come over? I need some cheering up. Nick's an asshole." I put on my shoes, knowing what he'd say and grabbed my purse.

"Of course you can. See you in a couple." The line went flat and I walked downstairs to my car. I unlocked the door and climbed in, starting my hybrid up. I loved that I could drive, it was yet another form of complete freedom.

The roads were smooth, unlike my life. It was one road I could ride where everything was flat, straight with the occasional healthy turn for the better. I loved driving and having a license, because now I could drive without parental supervision.

I drove to Travis' house in silence, thinking, I guess. I got to his family's big salmon colored house. That colored represented Travis' family so well. They were all so creative and outgoing. Travis' parents were easy going.

They believed that if their children wanted to try something, they might as well get it over with and realize they hate it. And they were right every time. Travis tried wine at eleven and hated it. His older brother, Stephen, asked if he could smoke a cigarette at fourteen and he tried it with his mother (who smokes an unhealthy pack a day), and realized he hated it.

They were good parents, no matter what anyone said. And they've raised their kids extremely well. They have manners, they're polite, they believe in the Lord, they don't dress like hookers (unlike Nick and his sluts of brothers) and they have respect for the opposite sex.

I got out of my car and walked up towards the oak wood door. Before I even got there, Travis had opened the door with his trillion-dollar-smile on his face. He made me smile. He made me feel genuinely happy. I smiled too.

"Hey there." He put his arm around me and led me inside. "So what happened? Nick called you and left you yet another message on how he can't live without you and loves you oh so much and all that bull?"

I nodded and laughed. Travis had a way of making the most horrible situations humorous. "He didn't leave me a message though. I answered thinking it was you." Travis just shook his head and laughed.

"Silly little Miley. You look at that nifty invention they call the caller ID!" He said in his weirdest nerd voice. I just rolled my eyes and fled to his kitchen. His little sister, Annie, was sitting on the kitchen counter watching a poptart cook in the toaster.

I loved that kid.

"Hey Ann." My words caused her to look up and smile. She always had the most colorful smile. It might just have been the random colored braces on her teeth, or her colorful personality coming through her smile. I'll stick with the braces.

"Miley, oh how you disappoint." Travis frowned. I gave him a confused expression, unknowing of what I did to "disappoint" him. "You said you needed cheering up and you just came here to eat my food."

"You poor thing." I laughed sarcastically and hugged him with a kiss. "Take it upstairs, pervs." Annie rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone. She managed to tell us off and text while eating a poptart… all at the same time.

Travis poked her and left the room, I followed him out of the kitchen. There was no hitting in his house, just poking, just normal, non-violent shit like that.

Travis and I didn't have to be all lovey-dovey-lets-make-out to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We were more like those friends with benefits. But then we'd be friends that were way pushing the benefits.

You see, we didn't have to be like that. But when it did get the lovey-dovey-lets-make-out stuff, it wasn't a joke. It was way deeper than if two friends were kissing. So it's sort of pushing the benefits.

I still think benefits are stupid. If you like someone, date them. Big fucking deal! Hell, never mind about the benefits. We are dating, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers (A/N: not necessarily needed but I love that word so much and in this context it just sounds creepy, but oh well) even.

The things I thought about while kissing boys were just plain strange.

Once I thought that I needed to cut my toenails when I was kissing Nick. That's just proof we weren't meant to be. I mean toenails? At least I think about Travis when I kiss Travis, not my toenails.

I came back to reality and wondered how long Travis and I had even been kissing without me even noticing. I smiled into the kiss for no reason. There was just one simple explanation.

Travis Greene made me happy.

A/N: Hi. That took me long to update, sorry. I skipped a book report this weekend so I could finish this. So I think I'd be polite if you reviewed… just saying.