I swear, I'm like having a "Leonardo Dicaprio" marathon. A moment ago I finished watching "the Titanic" and now I'm watching "Romeo and Juliet". (Sigh) don't you just love him?

All the times I tried before
But I keep coming back for more of this
Somewhere underneath these dark clouds
I'll find that magic kiss...

A stream of light made it's way through the shattered window and shined upon the two sleeping bodies. She stirred in her sleep, pulling the boy closer. His eyelids fluttered open, his gaze falling on the girl sleeping in his arms. He slid one arm from her waist and rubbed the sleep from his eyes; then slid it back into its old position. The girl smiled in her sleep as he made contact with her once again. "Good morning Princess" he whispered into her ear, hidden by wisps of hair. Her eyes slowly opened, as she smiled up at him. "Good morning" she answered sweetly, her voice softer then usual; due to the fact she had just been unconscious.

He helped her sit up and the two stretched. She lifted her arms over her head and stretched, smiling, showing off her pearly whites. "Sleeping in a corset is a definite no, no" she laughed. Nick nodded, pulling her into his lap.

The two had snuck off to the warehouse during the ball last night. "Rose" and "Jack" seemed suspicious, but no one else seemed to notice. Tracey had been too consumed in her other guests to even catch on slightly.

"Take my hand" Romeo smirked, holding out his hand for Juliet to take. "Where are we going?" she laughed slightly, placing her hand in his. "Where else?" he smiled, leading the two in the direction of past times and present.

Miley smoothed out her crème colored dress and tried to fix her now, bed head hair. Nick grabbed her hand, stopping her from attempting to fix anything else. "You look beautiful Miles" he smiled. "So we're back to normal names again?" she joked.

"Well, the masks and ... "he paused, "wigs" he coughed, "are off now"

She smacked his arm lightly. "What time is it?" she asked, casually while standing up and trying to de-wrinkle her dress.

Nick pulled out his phone, "7" he answered casually. She nodded her head, smiled, then a look of horror appeared on her face.

"7!?" she shrieked, Nick's face went blank. "Oh shit…"

Miley climbed through her window, her dress getting caught on the corner of the window's ledge. "Crap" she swore as she tore a little piece of the dress off and stumbled into the room. She put her hands out in front of her, catching herself before she hit the bed. She fell on top of it, laughing.

There was a knock coming from the other side of her wall, "SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" she heard Jackson's muffled voice shout. "Sorry!" she giggled.

A knock came from the other side of her door this time, "Miles?" she heard her Dad ask. She dove under the covers on her bed, pulling them up to her chin to hide her costume. "Yeah Dad?" she asked.

She heard him huff, "Lily and Oliver are here" he stated. "Thanks Dad! Tell them I'll be down in a few!" she called back to him. There was no response; she figured he had already gone back downstairs. She blew out a sigh of relief; man was she running out of luck these days!

Miley took the stairs, two at a time. She walked into the kitchen with a smile plastered across her face. "Morning loved ones!" she cheered; sliding onto a stool next to the island. "Morning!" Lily smiled, it looked a little too forced. "So how was your night?" Lily asked curiously. "Not too shabby, not too shabby" Miley answered casually, spooning some of her grape fruit into her mouth. Lily nodded her head, still smiling.

"And…were Demi and Jake there?" Oliver asked, Lily stepped on his foot causing him to squirm in pain.

Miley shot them a confused look, "Um, I don't know. It was a masked ball, I couldn't tell who was who …" Miley shrugged, "Except Selena, she wore her converse under her ball gown" she giggled.

The two friends nodded in unison, looking in opposite directions. "Why? What's up?" Miley asked; her mouth full of grape fruit.

"Well, I took the liberty of getting your mail yesterday afternoon …" Oliver started.

"Ooh! Did Aunt Dolly send me my birthday card, yet? It's 6 months late…" Miley trailed off.

"Miley!" Lily exclaimed, snapping her fingers in front of the girl's face; trying to pull her back into the conversation. "Sorry" Miley blushed, "Her cards are always the best, that's all"

"Hey!" Oliver exclaimed; clearly offended, "And my home made ones, aren't?" he asked.

Lily groaned, "Can we stay on topic here people!?" she grabbed a letter that looked as if already torn open off the counter. "You got a letter Miles" Lily sighed, handing her the letter, "It's from someone named Leslie."

Miley just rolled her eyes, "What a doof" she joked, "If he wanted to talk to me … he could have just texted me!

Oliver knitted his eyebrows together, "You know a guy named Leslie?"

Miley nodded, taking the letter from Lily's hand and removing the message from the envelope.

"Poor kid…didn't even have a chance" Oliver muttered under his breath. Lily just rolled her eyes.

Miley read the letter over. Her facial expression changing every second. From happiness to shock, shock to anger and finally anger to frustration.

"You said you got this yesterday?" she choked back the tears. Lily nodded her head, slowly. Miley lifted herself off the stool, slamming the letter on the table. "Where are you going!?" Oliver asked, starting to follow Miley out the front door. She ran across the street, leaving Oliver behind, "I need to talk to Nick" she growled.

Oliver trudged back into the Stewart's house. Lily picked up the letter,

Dear Miley,

I bet you haven't gotten a letter from me in a while. Shocker, I know. But, I'm not writing to you to catch up on old times. I'm writing to you to discuss some … matters. Your boyfriend Nick must have not told you yet. I'm not surprised, saying her loves you. Yeah, I'm sure he does. If he did love you, he would have told you about what we talked about the other day. I'm telling them Miley. I'm telling everyone your secret. I bet you're wondering why. Well, just go ask Nick. I'm sure you're dieing to know right about now. But, before you go … think about this. There is a way to stop me. But, Nick declined. Too selfish to even consider it.

Always,
Leslie

Dun. Dun. Dun.
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