Miley's POV
I slowly mad my way up the wooden steps of the old rustic tree house. I looked around to see that all of our stuff was still in its place but coating with a layer of dirt. This tree house held one of my most precious memories. Nick and I had our first kiss here. The night he showed me this tree house. {flashback}
"Nick where in the world are you taking me?" I said looking around the park. He smiled. "We are almost here." I smiled back at him. He turned the corner and I followed him only to see the cutest tree house ever. It even had a little sign on it saying "Miley and Nick's Tree house." I immediately turned to Nick and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much! It's the best present ever." He pulled away. "You're welcome smiley. Go check it out!" I excitedly walked around the tree house to see a cozy set up with pillows and a blanket. I turned to Nick. "What's all this for?" He smirked. "I thought we could sit up here and watch the stars." I gave Nick a kiss on the cheek. "Aw, I love it. Thanks." I sat down and cuddled into Nick's chest as he placed his arm tightly around my waist. "Miley, I really like you." I looked at him kind confused. "Yeah, I like you too." He leaned in. "I just needed to know that before I do this." I leaned in too as I felt Nick's lips press against mine. It sent shivers down my spine and made me smile widely as he pulled away, smiling also. I would never forget that feeling. {End of flashback}
A tear slowly rolled down my cheek as I tried to remember the feeling of Nick and I 's first kiss. I felt nothing. Suddenly, something caught my eye laying in the corner of the tree house. I brushed off the object revealing the words "Nick J's Journal" written on the front of the book. He never told me anything about a journal. I sat down in the middle of the tree house and began to read the many entries. All of them were dated after our breakup. One entry in particular caught my eye. It had music lyrics written at the end. I began to read…
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My heart was shattered into a million pieces today when I saw a picture of her kissing another guy; another guy that was not me. Ever since our breakup, I think about her everyday knowing that she is not mine and she doesn't want me back. That guy that she is with doesn't love her; not even a little bit. He looks at her like she is his little sister and he kisses her like she is just some random girl. She looks so happy with him but deep down I know that she isn't. The best day of my life will be when she comes to her senses and finally dumps the guy. I don't know what to do to help her realize that her own boyfriend is just using her. I hate watching her suffer knowing that I can't do anything about it. My heart breaks for her. During one of my many sleepless nights, I wrote this song for us. It's our story and it would be my dream to sing it with her. But the way things are going right now, that will never happen.