Two weeks later and we're still working on my album. Everyday feels like a dream. It's perfect. And I mean perfect. I never realized how much I truly missed making music and knowing it's going to be shared with the world. It's such a powerful feeling.

Another day, another late night in the studio because of course we were goofing around too much to get enough work done. Kevin left around eight so that he could go home to his wife while Nick and I stayed to lay the vocals for one more track.

I'm nervous because I'm going to be singing a song I wrote about him, Dream. I go into the recording section and sit on the stool, adjusting the headphones to my liking before giving Nick a thumbs up.

He began to play the background music that we had previously recorded and I bounced my head to the beat before staring my vocals.

Do me a favor, tell me what you think about me
Tell me how you want this to be
Go out on a limb and just...dream
Paint a picture, choose your colors extra wise
especially what you put on my mind
imagine what it'd be like to touch the sky

As usual when I sing, the room began to fade, even Nick standing in front of me faded from my conscious thoughts. But, of course, Nick is still on my mind. How could he not be? This song is all about him inspiring me to reach for my dream of singing again.

Woah you're giving me the will to try
do you know there's happy in these eyes?
Woah you got my head in the clouds
Woah you got me thinking out loud
the more you dream about me the more that I believe
that nothing's really out of reach
So dream, dream, dream

As I finish up the song I look up and see Nick just starring at me in awe with his mouth open a little bit in shock. I blush, of course, and look down. In a matter of seconds he's opening the door to the studio and pulling me into his arms kissing me fiercely.

"I love you," he says, "You're amazing. You deserve everything."

I smile, "Thanks, I love you too. And you're the amazing one."

"Not as amazing as you," Nick insists before pulling me into another kiss and the next thing I know our clothes are scattered across the floor and we're showing each other just how much we love each other...

I wake up to the feeling of scratchy carpet under my back and a warm arm draped across my waist.

Nick's laying on his side next to me with his arm around me while I'm laying flat on my back.

I turned to face him and hold his face gently, pushing his curls behind his ears and playing with his hair until his eyelids slowly flutter open.

Upon seeing me his face instantly morphs into a smile, the smile that I'm in love with.

"Good morning, angel," he says pulling me closer to him.

"'Morning," I reply nuzzling into his neck, something I know drives him crazy.

"Mmm," he groans happily.

"What time is it?" I ask him starting to kiss his neck. I feel him reaching for his jeans and digging in the pocket before pulling it out.

"Shit," he says getting up suddenly, "We have about... five minutes until Kevin gets here."

"Shit," I repeat reaching for yesterday's clothes and throwing them on, leaving my cardigan off so it looks like I might be wearing something different. Nick seems to be thinking the same thing because he only puts on his white undershirt, not his plaid button down.

"Last night was amazing," he whispered into my ear before kissing me gently on the lips and heading back to the soundboard and adjusting some things.

I follow him and right on cue, Kevin walks in.

"Hey guys!" he says, "You're here early... did you guys even sleep last night?" he asks with a mischievous grin.

Oh if only you knew I thought suppressing a smirk.

"Well, let's hear the song you guys recorded last night," Kevin says getting down to business.

I immediately excuse myself to go to the bathroom. One, because I'm sure my hair looks like crap and two, I hate listening to myself played back. It's embarrassing. I never think I sound good, and then I have to listen to everyone else say that I do.

Once in the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. Ugh. Awful. My make up is under my eyes, no wonder Kevin thought we didn't sleep. I brush it off using water and a paper towel before getting to work on my hair. I combed my fingers through it before giving up and just throwing it up into a pony tail. Not great, but definitely an improvement.

I walk back to the studio and the door is open slightly. I pause before going in, wanting to know what they think about the song without me there to be offended. I'm completely surprised and baffled by what I hear though...

Oooh, Nick
Miley! I love you..
I love you too Nick, oh my God, don't stop
Oh, my God, I'm going to...
(screams and moans)

A blush rises to my cheeks when I realize what the noise is. Apparently before coming into kiss me, Nick didn't turn of the recording switch. Therefore, the previous night has been recorded in its entirety. Awesome.

I can't go back in there now, so I wait shifting slightly so I can see Nick and Kevin. Nick is sitting in his seat blushing like crazy, exactly like I am, and Kevin is cracking up before cutting the audio.

"Oh, my God, Nick!" Kevin says still laughing.

"Shut up," Nick says angrily, but I can hear the smile in his voice. Ugh, boys. Although I'm smiling too remember last night.

"What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," Nick answered, "God, Kev, she just looked so beautiful singing and it was incredible. She was so into it... Watching her sing was such a turn on. I just couldn't resist."

Kevin stopped laughing and nodded his head, "That's love man."

It was Nick's turn to nod, "Yeah, I really do love her, Kev. I really do."

"She's a good girl," Kevin agrees, "And mom loves her, she's perfect for you."

"I know," Nick says with a goofy smile on his face. It gets quiet so I walk in loudly and both boys look at me with guilty looks on their faces.

"Hey!" I say acting clueless. I walk over to Nick and stand behind the chair he's in and run my hands down his chest, "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing!" Nick says a little too quickly, "Just listening to 'Dream'"

"Oh yeah? How'd you like it?" I ask smiling at the way both Kevin and Nick are squirming. They look so uncomfortable, I'd laugh if the situation wasn't so personal.

"It was really good," Kevin offers honestly after a brief pause, "You did a great job writing the lyrics and you nailed the vocals first shot. We'll just add some back up vocals and I think we're perfect."

"Awesome," I say taking a seat on Nick's lap, "What are we doing today?"

"We have to record vocals for a few more songs and we're right on schedule. The whole album should be finished by the end of this month." Kevin says smiling at me. He knows how much this album means to me even though he doesn't know my secret. And honestly, I don't plan on telling him. Hannah's not part of me anymore and everyone has the right to keep their past a secret. I only told Nick because I love him so much I want him to be able to know every part of me.

I'm recording the vocals for "Let's Dance" when a woman walks into the studio. I narrow my eyes. Mikayla.

Now I know what you're thinking, so what Mikayla and I were enemies like ten years ago? But seriously that girl still annoys the crap out of me. Her voice sounds like a robot its edited so much and she dresses like a hooker. Excuse me if I can't respect that.

Currently, she's sporting a short, short denim skirt and a tiny tanktop with a cropped jacket over it. Her dark hair is in perfect curls and designer sunglasses sit atop it. On her feet are heels have have to be at least five inches. Slut.

Okay, so I have no proof that she's a slut, but still, I mean, come on look at her!

She walks over to Nick and taps him on the shoulder and he gets up while Kevin continues to work the soundboard. They go to the back of the room which I guess is better than them leaving all together. It's not that I don't trust Nick, it's her that I don't trust.

I finish the song and walk back out into the room with the soundboard. Kevin gets up to go to the bathroom and Nick turns from his conversation with Mikayla and looks at me.

"Hey Miley," he says, "I have to grab some paper work really quickly. This is Mikayla, Mikayla, this is my girlfriend, Miley Stewart." He leaves.

I put on a smile for Mikayla. This is what show biz is about after all, faking it.

"Hey! It's nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan of your music," I lie.

"If I had a dollar for every time someone told me that..." she says rudely sounding bored and rolling her eyes, "Although I guess I don't really need the money after all," she laughs airily with a flick of her wrist.

I just stare at her. What do you possibly say to that? She looks me up and down and I feel uncomfortable under her gaze. You can tell that she doesn't think that much of me. To be fair, I just spent the night sleeping on the floor and haven't showered for a day, but she doesn't know that.

"So you're Nick's new squeeze," Mikayla says sounding fake even to my ears. What is this bitch talking about?, "I've dated him, you know. But it was just a fling. He loves new talent. Don't worry about me," she says in a way that makes me worry about her. Sure, she doesn't seem like Nick's type, but she's saying that they dated. I vaguely remember Nick telling me those were rumors though...

Whatever. It doesn't matter. Nick has me now. We are perfect for each other. Even his brother thinks so. Even he thinks so. Even his mom thinks so. Mikayla can suck it.

"It must be nice," she continues and I look at her confused, "To date him, I mean. It has it perks, like getting this record deal. Just make sure you break up with him once you're big enough. No one likes a girl who's taken. Single is always better."

"I didn't get my record deal because of him!" I say, but even as it comes out of my mouth I'm wondering. Could it have been that way? Did they only like me because Nick was backing me? And because of our duet? Not that it matters. I mean, I was Hannah Montana. Clearly I had talent. But people don't know that. And the tabloids are going to know that we're dating, it's not like we're exactly secretive about it. Oh my God, people are totally going to think that I got my deal because of him! Ugh.

"Oh! Of course not," Mikayla says with a wink, "Don't worry I won't say anything. Besides everyone sleeps with people to promote themselves in this business"

I'm about to open my mouth and say something when Nick comes back in with some papers in his hands.

"Hey girls, did you guys get to know each other?" he asks us smiling.

"Oh yes," Mikaya says, "I think we'll be great friends."

"Of course," I say smiling fakely and Nick gives me a strange look.

"Well, Mikayla, here's your contract. Have your people look over it and sign it and then fax it over and we can get started on your new record." he tells her handing her the paper.

Ew, they're going to be working together. Sucks for Nick.

"Thanks Nicky," she says and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He returns the hug awkwardly and she finally leaves.

He look at me with a teasing smile on his face, "Sorry, she can be a litte much."

"Ya think?" I ask laughing with him even though deep down my mind is still hooked on what she said to me before.

"So," Nick says wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him, "I think we started something we didn't finish this morning... Do you want to come over tonight?"

To be honest, I've spent the night at Nick's almost every night for the past two weeks. No, we don't just have sex. I just like being with him even if we're just sleeping. There's something so great about waking up in his arms, it seems to guarantee a good day.

"Um," I say, "I think I should go home tonight. I mean I practically live at your place... Lilly probably misses me," I let out a tiny laugh, trying to make it into a joke.

"Oh, yeah, okay, that's fine," Nick says looking a little disappointed and for a second all I want to do is kiss him and tell him I changed my mind, but I hold my ground.

All of the rest of the day all I can think about is what Mikayla said. I don't want people to think that I only got a record deal because of Nick. I hate people who start stuff like that. I know that I should just ignore that feeling because it doesn't matter, I know that I've worked hard, but I just don't want people to say bad things about me. That was the only downside of being Hannah. Haters always want to start stuff. They can't just believe that a girl has talent and that people like her.

Laying in bed that night, I debate what to do in my mind and by morning I wake up knowing what I have to do.