Chapter Nine- Sunday as promised! It's a little bit of a different direction with this one but I hope you guys like it! Here it is:

Miley's Point of View:

The following months flew by. It was amazing how fast time came and went whenever I was with Nick. We were pretty much inseparable. No pun intended. I honestly never expected this would happen. I'd always dreamt about it. About being with him again. But after I was left heart broken so long ago I just figured I would never get a chance to be completely happy again. He could be with anyone. Any girl in the world and he choose me? It didn't make sense.

I thought about that for a while as I sat in the hair and make-up trailer. My hair was currently being blown out and I was getting dark eye make up applied. For today's scene I would be wearing a black bra with a see through white tank top about two sizes too small, and a green skirt, which ended just a couple inches above my knees. It was 102 degrees in Georgia today… Great. Luckily we would be splashing around in the ocean for most of the scene so I wouldn't get too hot. Anyway, I would be more than happy to do anything for this movie. The Last Song was so important to me, and I was really into my character, Ronnie Miller. Not to mention my hotter than hot on-screen boyfriend Liam Hemsworth.

Today was our very first day filming and nothing could make me more excited. Well, unless Nick was here. But I talked to him every night and I knew he was having fun with his brothers on their world tour. Still, I worried about him. And I know he worried about me too. And missed me. Which I have to admit made me feel a whole lot better about being separated. Geographically, not emotionally of course.

"Miley you're needed on set!" I heard a voice call from outside the trailer. Here we go. I thought to myself. I stepped outside and was hit immediately by the stifling heat, which was amplified as the suns rays were reflected off Liam's bare torso. Wow. He was defiantly built. I felt a little awkward as he came over to me and pulled me in for a hug.
"You ready to make some magic?" He said in his thick accent. What?! I thought to myself. "Movie magic, I mean."

"Oh." I laughed, "of course. Always ready!" He smiled at me as we walked down to the beach. As we approached the section of the beach where we were filming, I could see the director walking towards us.

"Miley! Liam!" He called. "Listen, I want to talk to you guys about a few things before we get started." He said when we reached him. "I just want you guys to have fun with this scene. I know this is our first day on set, and you don't know each other that well, but all I can say is… get to know each other. This is a love story. If our audience doesn't buy that you're in love, we're screwed. No pressure."

As he walked away I grew a whole lot more nervous. Acting in love with Liam? I don't even know the guy. Sure he's cute… okay really really cute. Really fucking hot, actually. But I don't think I could act in love with anyone but Nick. Guess I chose the wrong profession then…

"Miley? You in there?" Liam waved a hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. I was completely spaced out after thinking about Nick.

"Yeah! Sorry I kind of just… Alright. So we have to act in love. I guess we should get to know each other a little. Tell me something about."

It turned out that we weren't needed on set just yet so we went back to my trailer and talked for about an hour. As we sat next to each other on the sofa he faced me and started talking. He told me all about his family, his house in Australia, and his career. It was the kind of stuff you tell someone you just met, but not if you have to act in love. What was I supposed to do with the fact that his favorite color was blue and he had a dog named Skipper?

"But… tell me something about yourself. Something private. Something you would only tell someone you completely trust.

"How do I know I can completely trust you?"

"I haven't given you any reason not to."

"True…"

"So go on. Tell me."

"Okay. Here goes" He paused a moment. "Well you know how I said I took a few years off after high school?" I nodded. "Well. The truth is… I was in rehab." Wow. Wasn't expecting that. I raised my eyebrows slightly.

"For what?" I asked.

"Alcohol. And drugs. And… violence."

"Wow." Cool, Miley. I'm sure that's making him feel real comfortable. "So… wow. How did you get started on all of that?" He looked a little bit awkward sitting there. But I was surprised at how much he opened up to me.

"Well during high school I kind of got involved with the wrong crowd. It started after my Father got sick. I started doing things… stupid things that I knew were just wrong. At first I would just be hanging out with my 'friends' and we would get drunk and high and get into trouble. But then I started it all the time. I would do a few hits, get completely wasted, and go out and steal something. Or smash something just because I felt like it. Because I was so angry. Then I met Megan. She was… well she was my first love. She was absolutely perfect. She had this long blonde hair that every time she moved would just shine in the sun."

I smiled, wondering if that's how Nick thought of me. That's definitely how I thought of him. Minus the blonde hair thing…

"Anyway we dated for a long while." He continued. She got me away from all the darkness. All the bad in my life. She made me start feeling again. But this time it was all the good feelings I wanted to have. Then something happened. The next summer I found out my Dad had six months left to live. After that I didn't really do anything. I would spend all day getting high. This time off of harder stuff. I spent two months chasing the high I'd felt the previous time. It was never enough though. I never felt relaxed, like I used to. It scared me a little, so I resorted to even harder drugs. Pretty soon I… well I wasn't a good person, so to say. I would get so angry, and take it out on everyone. Physically. I would find the boys I used to hang out with just so I could beat them down. I just needed someone to blame. After a while I started talking to my Dad. That's when everything changed.

I told him everything. Everything I was feeling, everything I was scared of. I just let it all out. He told me that everything would be okay. Even though he wasn't going to be there, he knew I would be okay. He asked me to go to rehab for him, and I did. I got out a week before he died. He told me he was hanging on to see me become the person he could be completely proud of. I was the last person to be with him as he died. It was… awful. But I almost feel like I got closure. Being with him and him being able to see me, and feel proud… God I'm sorry. That was ridiculous." He said shaking his head and laughing, lightly. "You really didn't care about any of that, did you? I'm sorry to just dump everything on you like that. I shook my head frantically.

"No! No!" I said putting a hand on his arm and rubbing it lightly. "Of course I care. I can't believe you went though all of that. That's really awful. I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what that must have been like."

I wasn't lying. I really meant it. I couldn't believe that he just told me all of that. He really did trust me. Jeez. Any problems I thought I had seemed insanely small now.

"Its alright. Don't worry. I feel surprisingly… okay. It was a while ago. But I still miss him all the time." He said.

"Of course you do. God, you're so strong." He laughed and looked at my hand, still rubbing his impossibly toned bicep. "No!" I laughed. "Not like that… I mean you're really brave. The fact that you can even tell that story to me… I'm honored that you trust me so much."

"Well you haven't given me a reason not to, right?" I smiled.

"Right" Just then, we heard a knock on the door.

"Miley, Liam, for real this time. We're ready to shoot."

"Guess we should go then" he said, extending his hand for me. I took it as he helped me off the sofa.

"Thanks" I smiled. I couldn't help but feel something… different as our skin made contact. Not bad, necessarily. Just- different.

"Damn it's hot out here"

"It's incredible. I'm completely missing out on the cold. It's winter right now in Australia… so glad I'm in the states." Liam said.

"It's winter?!" God that's strange."

"Yeah it's a bit confusing."

"Hmm."

We were standing about shin-deep in the water on the bright shining beach as we waited for one of the technicians to anchor the camera on the base so it could follow us as we ran through the water.

"Alright! Everyone in character?" The director yelled, looking at Liam and I. We nodded, focusing ourselves for the scene. Okay, I thought. Act in love. Think about what he's been though. Think about the way he opened up to you. Think about Nick.

"Action!"

Liam grabbed my hand and twirled me around through the crashing waves. We jumped, splashed, squealed, laughed, and generally acted naively and insanely in love.

"Kiss!" What? We weren't supposed to be kissing on screen for a month! Liam grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in close. Lifting me into his arms he crashed his lips upon mine and immediately opened his mouth for me. I slipped my tongue in and pretty soon I needed oxygen. We parted lips for a second only to reunite them moments later more urgent than before. He pulled me even closer to him and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. It was like my lips were glued to his. He was much less gentle than Nick. He didn't seem to worry about whether or not he was putting too much pressure on me. I was all too aware of the surrounding paparazzi snapping pictures like crazy. This was probably their dream come true.

"Cut!" Liam stood me gently back down again. I looked up at him only to see him staring back at me. I couldn't put my finger on it put there was something in his eyes I'd seen before. He looked like all the teenage boys I'd met in meet and greets that had asked me for my number or used some ridiculous pick-up line on me. He looked at me like Nick did, except in this case the feeling was not mutual. I felt a little bit nervous as I realized then that Liam and I weren't just friends. He liked me. How was I going to explain this one?!

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