Hey ya'll! I'm sorry it's been SO long since I uploaded! I've been feeling so gross and sick but I apologize for the wait! This chapter is pretty long and hopefully you'll like it! I had fun writing it! A little more PG-13 than usual so if you don't like it, don't read. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the story line!

I sat in my penthouse suite listening to the songs I'd recorded over the past month. It was amazing how different my voice sounded when I was with Miley vs. when we were broken up. When I was with her, it was like every word I sang was truth. And nothing sounded stupid, or childish like it might have if I wasn't describing the most amazing girl on the planet. I was surprised when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw Miley had sent me a text because I knew she would still be on the plane. Sometimes being famous had its advantages. Like cell service on a privet jet.

This is by far the longest plane ride ever. I smiled. She'd never been one for patience.

I wish I could be sitting there next to you- call me as soon as you land. I need to hear your voice

I will I promise! I feel like it's been at least three days since I saw you

Defiantly know what you mean, Mi. Don't worry once you get to La you'll be so busy with work and your friends you wont even remember me

…is that a joke?

Hopefully

Good.

Where are you now? I knew where I wished she was now…

Flying over Denver…can we go skiing soon?

I don't know how to say this Miley but I don't want you anywhere near skis.

What? Why?!

Because its too dangerous and knowing you, something is bound to go terribly wrong.

That's not true. I'm going. Whether you like it or not

Well then I guess so am I

Really!?

If you jump, I jump, Jack.

I guessed that she had fallen asleep on the plane because I didn't hear from her again for a while. I started to worry until I got a call from her a few hours later.

"Hello?" I said, as I answered the phone without look to see who it was.

"Baby!" she squealed

"Mi! How was the flight, babe. I was getting nervous there for a minute."

"Aw I'm sorry! It was actually really fast. My mom claims I dozed off and was dreaming about you but she was obviously lying." I could hear her smile on the other end of the phone.

"Obviously." I mocked. "But I doubt it, you've been known to fall asleep ridiculously fast."

"Hey! That's hardly true and maybe I just fall asleep around you because you bore me."

"I do?" I said, half sarcastic half serious. I wouldn't be surprised. I'm still amazed that Miley spends time with me; that I have her back. I'm nowhere near good enough for her.

"Of course not! You know how much a love you!"

"Incredibly glad to hear you say that." And I was. "What are you doing tonight? Weren't you planning on seeing Demi when you got in?

"Yeah I was but she's working…" I could tell she was disappointed and had more to say. "Nicky…" and apparently wanted something.

"Yes, Mi?"

"Well, it's just that Carter has tickets to Coldplay for tomorrow night and you know how much I love them and I was just checking if you were okay with me going." She paused and I didn't really say anything. "I mean I know I don't need your permission but I want it." Ugh. Carter. I know I shouldn't be jealous of him, and truth be told I wasn't. He and Miley dated for a while when we were broken up but it never turned into anything. They stayed friends though and I was glad she could hang out with someone in Hollywood with out them being all… "Hollywood." But it still bothered me that she would practically be having a date with another guy while I was out of town.

"Well I'm not going to say I love the idea but I want you to have fun. Go, you'll have a great time babe. Carter's a good friend."

"Not as good as you!" she sang.

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I stared blankly at the computer screen, which displayed a picture of the previous night. Accompanying the photo was the headline "Carter Dennis: Miley's New Man?" NO. I thought. I'm Miley's new man. Me. Actually scratch that, I've always been Miley's man. These websites drove me crazy sometimes. The picture I had been over thinking for the past fifteen minutes showed Miley walking next to a tall, muscular, blonde haired boy with blue eyes and tanned skin. She looked gorgeous and was wearing…well pretty much nothing. She had on a short, tight, high waisted black skirt and a dark gray deep v-neck t-shirt. She piled on a few necklaces and too much make up for just a friendly concert date in my opinion. She was holding unto his arm possibly because of the paparazzi swarming them and possibly because of the extremely high pumps she was wearing. Ten more days. Nick thought again. Ten days and that will be me she's holding onto.

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I've never really kept a diary but sometimes I write things down on a notepad before I go to sleep. That way, later on I can look back and see how I was feeling and with any luck, maybe get a decent song out of it. However at this rate the only songs I would be writing would most likely bring people to jump off a cliff rather than make them want to sing along.

Wednesday- Miley called three times today but it still wasn't enough. I miss her more and more every minute. 12 more days.

Friday- More photos of Miley out with Carter showed up on the internet today. Possible song idea: "Can't hear the thoughts inside my head, I'm freaking out, I must be paranoid"

Monday- can this week be over already?

Wednesday- Finished editing a new song today- "Before the Storm." Sounded great but its still missing something. Maybe a duet??

Friday- Home in two days. Actually two days, seven hours, and twenty-one minutes.

Sunday: Just talked to Miley as I was boarding the plane. Be home in five hours. "Love is on its way

You'll find it's gonna be okay

'Cause love is on its way

It's alright you'll find a brighter day

'Cause love is on its way

As soon as I got off the plane I had my driver take me to Miley's. She wasn't expecting me for another hour because my flight had gotten in a little early so I stopped at a florist on the way over and picked her up a bouquet of her favorite flowers. My heart was racing as I punched in the security code to get in through her front gate. Who knew two weeks could go by so slowly? I walked up to the front door wearing a dark grey v neck t-shirt and jeans. It was surprisingly cool for L.A. but being from Texas I didn't mind.

As she opened the door I felt my heart beating in my stomach. She looked more beautiful than ever. She wore very short, frayed, jean shorts and a loose, sheer, white tank top with a little pocket on the left side in the chest area. I could see her lacy black bra underneath. Sometimes she made it so hard for me to be a gentleman. It took her a minute to process that I was standing in front of her but when she did she jumped into my arms and crashed her lips unto mine. After we both felt a little dizzy from lack of oxygen she pulled back and looked at me, smiling widely.

"Remind me again why I ever left Tennessee without you?" I smiled.

"No idea." I said, still out of breath from her kiss.

When we finally went inside Miley led me up to her room and we sat on her bed talking about everything we'd done since she left, and random things that if anyone else tried to talk to me about I'd getup and leave out of annoyance, but since it was Miley, I loved it. For example, the fact that Stephanie from Full House was a crystal meth addict, and how when she went to Mo's the other day, she saw a bunny that got her thinking about bunny lives. I.e. where they live, if they have families, how they're born, ect. Sometimes I wonder if I should take her to a mental institution or not. I always decide against it because I'm guessing she would not be allowed visitors.

"Nick?"

"Yeah"

"Did you even hear what I just said?"

"Uh, I think the left." She was asking me which eye looked better with the make-up she had put on. We were now sitting in her huge bathroom as she took out dozens of little pots of eye shadow and mascara and those sticks (I wasn't exactly sure what they're called) that she puts above her eye lashes. It looked a little bit painful to apply. The right eye had heavy dark blue eye shadow with black rimming her eyes. The left eye had just one coat of black mascara on her upper lashes (which were already black and a pale purple eye shadow on her lid, which got lighter as it went up. She looked at me and shook her head as she took out a bottle of make-up remover.

"You would say that." She rolled her eyes as she began pouring the bottle onto a cotton ball and rubbing the makeup off her face.

"Yes I would. You know you don't even need any of that stuff to look beautiful. Your eyes are remarkable without it." She pretended to look annoyed even though I could see the corners of her mouth tilt slightly as she tried to cover her face with her hair.

"Ugh stop giving me compliments." She grabbed my hand and pulled me back into her bedroom. "No more talking." She turned to face me and I held her chin as I brought her close to me for a kiss. As I tried to pull away she put her delicate hand on my arm and followed my lips with hers. When she finally took her lips away she took a few steps forward, pushing me down unto her bed. I pulled her on top of me and crashed my body into hers. I wasn't usually like this, but then again she wasn't usually half naked on her bed wanting me. I sat up a little so I was resting against her headboard and she put her hands on my chest, placing one leg on either side of my waist.

Crashing her lips unto mine once again I opened my mouth without any hesitation and she stuck her tongue slowly traced her finger down my chest before arriving at my pants. As she began to undo the button to my jeans I grabbed her wrists and held them. I tried to look in her eyes but she was looking down.

"Mi, we shouldn't be doing this."

"But we're not doing anything wrong. I'm in love with you." She looked up at me when she said the last sentence.

"I am. I know you don't have a promise ring but I do." She was quiet for a minute.

"I just… Never mind."

"You just what?" I urged her to go on.

"I wanna," she paused and looked down again, "I wanna be your first." WOAH. That really took me off guard. I mean I know we both thought about it but I never thought she was serious. I didn't really know what to say. "We don't have to go all the way," she continued, "I just want to be the farthest you've ever gotten."

"Mi… you already are the farthest I've ever gotten."

"Really?"

"Well… yeah. Who else did you think I would have gotten to third with?"

"I don't know…" she lied.

"Have you? You know, gone farther with…someone else?" She didn't say anything. "I mean have you gone to third with anyone?" This was not a good sign. I felt my heart sink as the muttered something under her breath.

"Um, J-Justin…he kind of. Did…to me." I was glad she didn't go into specifics. This was awful. So she had gone farther with the child molester. Okay, so I'm sure she agreed to it willingly but still. He's 21, its wrong.

"Did you like it?"

"Nick, it doesn't matter if I liked it or not."

"Do you want me to? You know, do it to you?"

"You don't have to."

"But I kind of… want to. I want to be the farthest you've ever gotten too. Is that okay?" I said, trying not to sound jealous. It's not that I was competing with him by any means. I wasn't doing this because he had. I wanted to… please her.

"Of course it's okay. After. There's kind of something I want to do to you first, if you're okay with it. Something that I never did to Justin." She smiled, excitedly. It really turned me on to see her so eager. She put her hands back down and started to unhook my pants. She pushed me gently back onto the bed so I was lying down as she started to pull my pants down. It felt like she was moving them about half a centimeter per second. When they were finally down to my ankles she pulled them off along with my shoes. She leaned up a little so she was level with my… well, groin area and started to tug on the bottom of my boxers forcing them down, wearing just a bra and shorts so short they should probably be considered underwear. Before she could take my boxers off I looked at her

"Mi?"

"Mhm?"

"What exactly are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't really… know what I'm doing. Or what it's going to be like. But I know that I want to." She moved at the same slow pace while taking my boxers off. Once they were around my ankles I kicked them off.

"Whoa," she smiled at me.

I have to admit I was looking forward to it. I had morals and all but I was still a teenage guy. I was excited. She put her hand on my knee and just as she directed her glance back down the door to her room swung open. We looked up, horrified; and Miley let out a gasp.

"DAD..."

Ohh everyone's worst nightmare! Hahaha what's Miley's dad going to do?! (Don't even want to think about what my Dad would do!) I'm so sorry to Genn and Izy again for not telling you guys about their stories! I totally forgot in my last post but once again check them out! NOW! Haha they're really great and adorable! Their page is GennandIzy160 so make sure to read! Question: would you guys like shorter stories more frequently or longer ones probably once a week? Let me know! My goal is to get 25 reviews before I upload next so please please review! I love ya'll!! XOXO, Tallie