Miley.

"What the hell?….Miley?" Nick spat.

"I can't sleep." I explained, putting on a baby voice.

"I can , well I was until someone decided to call me at three in the morning."

"Help me sleep….pwease."

"I can't. I'm too tired."

"Jeez, you're nangy." I mumbled.

He sighed, "Fine. Close your eyes."

"Okay." I told him.

"Now think of why you love me."

My eyes shot open I jumped up. "Argh you've given me something to do!"

"What-wait doesn't matter…..Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah. Sorry for calling you."

"I'm used to it you always do crazy things…but I love you for it."

"I love you too." I told him.

"Goodnight, Mi."

"No! Wait!" I shouted quickly.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for being you, your so easy to write about."

I could almost hear him roll his eyes. "And thank you for being such a high-maintenance girlfriend."

I smiled. "Its my pleasure Nicky."

"Now can I sleep…" he asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for answering."

"You know I always will Miley." he said.

"Night, Nicky."

"Night, Princess. I love you."

"Love you too."

I smiled, pulling out a piece of paper and beginning to write the reasons down. I started with the most important one.

He's always been there.

I can call him at ridiculous times and he actually answers.

He's the one person who always understands me.

He's adorable :)

He plans the best dates.

He knows exactly how to annoy me but he also knows exactly how to cheer me up.

He gives the best advice ever.

Never ever takes me for granted.

He's loved me for five years now and we're still going strong.

I kept writing them, it was just so easy. I wrote until a literally couldn't physically write any longer. I knew that Demi didn't really want this list but it was tough she asked for it so she was getting it. I then started to re-read…trying to pick out my favourite. For example, The way we can have a fight and the next second everything's perfect or He looks at me as if I'm perfect, when we both know I'm not. However my favourite one had to be number 51The way he always calls me Princess. I never understood that nickname, I mean I was far from a princess, yet he always called me it.

Hmmm, now how to get this to Demi, I glanced at the clock to see that it was now 5:30, well I'd given him 2 and a half hours longer sleep.

"Miley," he greeted me, cheerfully. "To what do I owe the pleasure to getting not one, but two calls in the dead of the night?"

"You have a brilliant girlfriend." I said smiling.

"Yeah, I know, good thing she's not clingy, right?" his sarcastic side coming out, well it was good to know that even at 5:30 he didn't lose his wit.

"How do I get the list to Demi?"

"Joe will give it to her. Leave it on your dresser and I'll grab it and give it him to give her, now Miley, you really need to get some sleep."

"I will, Nick. I'm not even that tired."

"Miley," he started with his firm voice. I sighed. "Put the list on the dresser by your door. Now, go back to your bed," he instructed, treating me like a kid. I always listened to him, though. "Lie down and close your eyes. I am gonna stay on the line until I am certain that you are doing this."

I fake gasped "You don't trust me?"

"When it comes to sleeping…..definitely not."

I huffed, lying down and closing my eyes. I actually was tired, however I would never admit that to Nick. "I'm bored."

"No talking. Sleep."

"But Nick-"

"Shh."

"It's important."

"Miley?"

"I can't sleep." I stated, finding it rather funny.

He didn't even reply straight away. "You done now?" he asked bluntly.

"No."

"Sleep. Now. Miley." he said in his stern voice.

I sat up. "But I'm not tired. And anyway it's my life, why do you care if I get some sleep?" I was so exhausted, but this was just too fun.

He laughed. "You evidently need someone to look after you and I guess I decided that that someone is me."

"Actually Nicky, I think you'll find I decided that…after all I was the one who called you?"

"You are such a pain in the backside, you know?"

"That's why you're so amazing. You put up with me," I told him sarcastically.

He laughed. "Lie down?"

"I am."

"Miley." He said and I could just him raising his eyebrow at me.

"Fine!" I shifted so I was lying down again. "Now I am."

"Okay, now you and I both know that you're tired, so no more talking. You are going to sleep, you got that?"

"Wait," I protested.

He groaned. "Last words, Cyrus. "

"I love you."

I felt him smile. "I love you too, Princess."

"Why do you always call me Princess?"

"No. Sleep."

"Please."

"Goodnight, Princess." he said. Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world he didn't say a word for the rest of the night despite my many attempts to get him to. He didn't hang up, though, he kept his word and stayed on the line until I had fallen asleep.

In that moment I smiled, I didn't tell him too often and I probably should, but he really was the best boyfriend I could ask for. There was noone else I could call once let alone twice in the night at completely unreasonable times and they would answer. But I only needed Nicky…I was happy with having only him on that list.

Nick.

God was I tired, I was holding back yawns after being waken up no not once but twice by my thoughtful girlfriend. The producers certainly didn't look to thrilled then again they knew Miley, the second I explain as to why I was so tired they praised me for putting up with her, they knew how she could be a handful.

"Is she any less energetic than she was a few years ago?" Joe asked.

"Wishful thinking Joe...if anything she's more energetic than ever."

Joe chuckled and said before walking off still chuckling to himself. "Well rather you than me bro."

I was about to walk in when I heard Miley talking to someone, I then realised that that someone was Demi. Demi was actually there, I knew better than anyone if I was to walk in now Miley would kill me. Also if Demi wasn't being civil I would have to say something, I knew Miley would, but Demi….I wasn't to sure. The door was slightly ajar and so I peeked through so I could watch the exchange.

"I, umm, got this," Demi said awkwardly holding up a stack of papers. My eyes widened. Miley came up with that huge stack. WOW!

"Oh, cool." Miley said I a matter of fact tone.

"I'm really sorry, Miley" Demi told her guilt evident in her voice. "I never should have gotten mad. You're my best friend and I should have known that unless you really loved one another you wouldn't have done this."

"Yeah, considering you were my best friend you really should've," Miley told her. But wait I could hear in her voice she was the one that was mad. From what I could tell Demi hadn't picked up on it…after all Miley was an actress and was hiding the bitterness between the innocent face and even voice, but if you really listened close enough you could her and Demi was definitely not forgiven.

"We cool?" Demi asked, anticipating a good reaction from Miley.

"You know," Miley started, that singsong ring in her voice. The voice she always used when she was about to set someone straight. I bit my lip, Demi knew her well enough to realise that Miley was definitely pissed off. "While I made that list, something occurred to me, I realized that I wasn't doing any of this for you, I wasn't doing this because I wanted my best friend back, I was doing this to prove to myself that my best friend was wrong," She paused thinking carefully, it seemed as though she was phrasing something in her head. "I did it to make you realize that you're wrong, and honestly, it made myself realize that I don't think I want to deal with you anymore. Because you're not worth."

"What?" Demi spat. "Miley-"

"No Demi. Do you even remember these past few weeks?" She asked, her voice rising. It was getting to the point where I would know it was time to shut up. "You called me a slut. You told me I didn't know Nick. You were willing to-"

Then again, no one knew Miley as well as I did. Which is why she decided to keep talking, bad idea, made even worse by not only did she keep talking, she actually interrupted her. I shook my head, oh Miley was going to be pissed off now. Miley didn't like being interrupted when she was in the middle of a speech. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean it, I was just mad at you and-"

"You were a bitch, Demi. I'm not going to sugar coat it. And right now, even though Nick hasn't actually said it, I know that the only reason he was so supportive of me writing that letter and explaining myself to you is because it's obvious that you hurt me and he doesn't want to see me hurt."

"I didn't mean for it to hurt you."

"Yes you did Demi. If you didn't mean for it to hurt me…you wouldn't have said it in the first place."

"Miley-"

"Just leave."

"But-"

"Look," she said, calmly. "You said, that if I walked out of your room that day then I wouldn't be coming back," She was talking to her softly, using her mature voice. The one when she acted grown up and like she could handle everything perfectly. I knew better than to believe it. "I didn't realize it then, but I do now…I didn't want to come back."

"So, is this it then?" Demi asked, staring at Miley.

Miley's voice came out with not an once of emotion. "If you want it to be."

"You know I don't," she hissed. "I'm telling you, that I don't want this to be it. You know that."

"Actually, I don't anymore," She shot one of her witty comebacks back. She'd been holding all of them in but Demi has pushed her and Demi deserved them all and I knew if this was conversation was to continue she'd be getting a hell of a lot more.

"This isn't my fault," she told Miley. Sounding like she was trying harder to convince herself, never mind Miley.

"I just can't believe you would doubt my relationship with Nick, you WAS my best friend I expected you to be the supportive one."

"I didn't doubt you, I was just-" she protested not having an ending to that sentence.

"Exactly." Miley said. "You doubted us from the second you found out, you get mad and got worse then realised that you where wrong and now your trying to dig your way out of the massive hole you created." Miley stated, crossing her arms. "This time it's time for you to prove yourself, because I don't feel bad about my relationship with Nick. So you've got your shovel…keep digging." That was my Miley, as sarcastic as ever.

"If it makes a difference, I'm truly sorry."

Miley hesitated and for a second I thought she was reconsidering things. "I'll see you around, Demi."

I heard footsteps and then her other door shut. Miley had really just ended it.

She sighed louder than ever and I knew that even jetskiing couldn't relieve her from the stress she had on her.

"I hope you enjoyed the show Nick?" Her voice was bitter and sarcastic. I knew better than to act as if I didn't know what she was talking about.

"I'm sorry, Princess." I told her as I walked into her room.

"Nick, stop. We both know you're happy."

I went and sat next to her, talking her hands in mine. "Mi, I'm not happy, I could never be happy when your this upset, sure I wouldn't be thrilled if you to where best friends again, but sweetie I would stand behind your decision and if you where happy then id be happy." I looked into her eyes, searching. "You okay?" She immediately began playing with my fingers telling me she was about to lie.

She nodded. "I'm fine." I raised my eyebrows at her. "I've told you Nicky, I'd pick you over her any day."

"No one's asking you to choose, Mi."

She looked up to me. "You may not be asking, but she already has. Its not my fault she isn't happy with my decision."

"Don't make fun of me for saying this, but you've grown up a lot this past year."

She moved, looking up at me and giving me her world famous smile. I made her give out that rare smile that I honestly was beginning to think was slowly disappearing. "Really?"

"Yeah. Last year we both know you wouldn't have handled this situation so well."

"Last year I was fighting with you, Nicky our fights are a lot different." She said crossing her arms. My Miley stubborn as always. But I wouldn't change her for the world.

"Last year, whether it was with me or not, you would have at hinted at it in an interview, made a comment at a concert, somehow you would've made it public, this year you didn't."

"I guess your maturity is finally rubbing off on me."

I laughed, shaking my head and pulling her closer. "I'm glad you chose me, Miles. The only reason I didn't think that you should forgive Demi was because I know you can do better than her."

"I have you. That's enough for me," she murmured, drawing circles on my arm. "Hey, you wanna see the list I made? You'll like it. Ooo but it might give you an ego. Oh, wait. You already have one."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Always the tease." I said as she smiled victoriously at me. "Let's see," I smiled, her smile was infectious, when she smiled you couldn't help but smile back.

I read through the list and I knew in an instant that I had chosen the right girl. She was the person I could spend every day of my life with and I would never get bored of her. I was the luckiest guy alive and I wouldn't change that. She was perfect.