Hey guys, just wanted to give you a heads up, I'm going to be starting a new story soon.

A parody of The Wizard of Oz, starring Miley "Stewart" as Dorothy.

So, keep an eye out, and enjoy!

Disclaimer; I own nothing

Nick's POV

September 16th: I was 18 years old and officially an adult. My parents threw a huge bash and everyone was there. Presents, presents, presents. Money, money, money. Party, party, party. Even Taylor came, which I have to admit, meant a lot to me. Everyone was happy, everyone was smiling, and everyone was having a hell of a time. But, at the same time, something in the air felt weird.

December 27th: Demi held a Christmas party and invited all of us who were around for the holiday. She brightened everyone else's day by giving them a call or chatting with them through the web cam. At one point, she even put Tiffany on TV screen and we joked that it was the Tiffany show, all Tiffany, all the time. It was great to be surrounded by such amazing people, and the warmth of my favorite holiday is always comforting. However, even with a mug of eggnog, and Elvis resting his head in my lap, our feet stretched out next to the fire, Christmas carols blasting through the speakers and tumbling out of everyone's mouths, there was a sense of tension, a distant roaring in the back of my mind.

December 31st: Another Disney New Year party. Hopefully our last one, considering we were all 18 or older. Kevin was 23 by then, and didn't even come. He was spending the night with Danielle. Joe went, obviously. Demi wasn't a minor anymore and totally free to do what she wanted. Including make out in a dark corner at the back of the room. Everyone was having way more fun than last year, except me. I was terrified of coming into contact with anyone. I had a pounding headache and every time I caught a glimpse of a brunette, I felt nauseous.

February 14th: To a single girl, the worst and cheesiest day of the year. To a single guy, the best day to pick up heartbroken, rebounding chicks. To single me, a day in which I wake up to find candy at the foot of my bed, candy in my dressing room, and more candy wherever else I go. It's like Halloween, except I dress as myself. Usually, I'd gobble up the gummies and scarf down the chocolates, but that particular Valentine's Day, I was sick to my stomach. I couldn't get up at all and stayed in bed the entire day, mostly sleeping, sometimes fingering the keyboard, with my eyes closed.

What the hell is wrong with me? I mentally groaned, turning over on my side as I felt the urge to vomit. God! I'm nauseas, and in pain, and I have a freaking pounding headache!

"You'd think you had PMS, or something," my mother muttered as she hid the candy, after I'd asked her to because every time I looked at it, I vomited.

"Gee, thanks, Mom."

"Sorry, hon."

"He totally has PMS," Joe agreed. I threw a pillow at his face.

"I don't need this right now!" I moaned.

I love my family, I love my family, I love my family!

July 1st:

"We're so proud of you, dude!" Demi said, squeezing Frankie.

"What about me?" Noah complained.

"You, too, dudette!" she said, pulling her to her other side. Noah laughed.

"Ah! That was it!" Maya giggled. "The laugh! The Ponyo laugh! IT'S SO FREAKING ADORABLE!" Everyone laughed and Noah blushed, holding her sister's hand modestly.

"Japanese films are so weird!" Demi giggled, as she let us in through the front door. "But that was adorable. I mean, the whole film was super cute."

"The stars in the making," Miley agreed. I nodded through the high pitched, eardrum busting, ringing in my head. Then I realized that I wasn't being jumped on or covered with slobber.

"Elvis!" I called out, peering into the living room. "Elvis?"

A heard a low bark and the clack of his claws against the kitchen tile, coming through the doorway towards me. I smiled at his familiar form and squatted to greet him. He licked my face a few times, then trotted back into the kitchen where I heard someone squeal.

"Demi! Stop screaming!" I scolded, as I followed Elvis. Her back was to me and Demi's face was stretched into her famous and loved super wide smile. "Who-?"

"Aw, Nick. Do we have to go through this again?" Maya complained, a smile on her face.

"Hm, let's see," the brunette said, releasing Demi and turning to face me. "It's okay. I wouldn't have remembered your name either if you hadn't become a superstar. Is that how it went?"

"Almost word for word," I grinned. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi." Her arms were around my neck, then and I felt a relief flood over me. The headache was gone, the pain was gone, even the nausea. It was official.

"I'm addicted," I whispered aloud, then pressed my lips to hers.

I was drugged, and I would do anything to keep it coming. The fight was over, finally. The complications faded, and the obstacles evaporated. Everything was a happy wonderland. I was floating in a daze. There was a lack of oxygen going to my brain and the world around me dulled. I was dying slowly, softly, easily. And I wasn't alone.

"So am I."

Well, that's it.

It was a short chapter, I know.

But that's how I wrapped it up.

Notice the reference to the intro. Told you it'd come back.

So, if you loved or even just liked the story, thanks for reading!

If not... thanks for reading anyways! :)

Reviewers, I love you and I really appreciated the encouragement.

"Is there going to be a sequel?" That's up to you.

Let me know if you want the drama and theater to continue.

Signing off for now, hope to hear from you soon!