Hiii okay I read over the last chapter and realized I made a mistake, Selena originally came from New York not Hollywood. So Nick realizes that Selena could leave back to NEW YORK and there wouldn't be anything he could do about it. Sorry for the mistake haha. :)

And here's a chapter that I really like also and I hope you like it too. Let me know what you think in the reviews. Thank you for reading and reviewing I really appreciate it. Happy 2011 also! Love you guys.


Ever since Joe had finished furnishing the warehouse, Miley had such difficulty leaving the place. Especially when it contained everything she ever could possibly need to survive. There was even a small refrigerator behind her desk where Demi made sure to keep it full of healthy but yummy treats for her.

The more she had thought about her life here, the more she felt how much her friends were watching over her and it brought a warm fuzzy feeling to her heart that she had been looking for long and hard in LA. Miley supposed her mother was right when she had told her a while back before she left to LA that home was always where the heart was. She didn't know it at the time and had thought it meant Nick would always be her heart and he was here all along. But it hadn't struck her how much her mother knew about her and how much her friends meant so much.

She wouldn't be able to find someone like Joe along the Hollywood street, nor anyone near as talented as Demi and she knows, not matter how much she wish to deny it, that no one could compare to Nick when it came to love.

It had been long and tedious but many fun filled weeks she had spent late nights here in her studio doing her thing getting ready open a store that she would love and had put all her heart into it. Miley sighed as she leaned against the black table now covered in a pretty golden color material. She thought long and hard wondering when she last felt this satisfied with putting all her heart into it and her mind flickered an image of Nick.

Nick, Nick, Nick was all she thought about since that night at dinner weeks ago. And that image of him that night walking into Selena's car was burning her head. She wanted to forget, she wish she hadn't seen him kissing Selena like it was all he knew how to do.

But she couldn't.

And if anyone really had known her, the changed her in LA, would have known that the only reason she had thrown herself so much into her work was to avoid things like this. Actually to take her mind off Nick.

She knew she left. She knew she didn't make it to dinner on time and stood him up. She knew that for the last year of their relationship was her fault and that gnawed her insides up so much that she refused to come back home and went head straight into her job as celebrity stylist.

Of course she had left because of this fucking town. How could she had known walking into that interview that day would have turned into this whole mess she now called her life? She could still remember his sticky hands all over her and the way he leaned up all against her face. The traces of his lips on hers still felt real everytime she looked at herself in the mirror. And her hand across his face still imprinted in her memory as she ran out of the building only to hear him yell profanity. She could still imagine herself crying in her car feeling dirty and her shaky fingers reaching for her phone. Miley could still hear Nick's voice concerned through the phone.

Miley brought her hand to her temple as to ease her overflowing thoughts. She had been so caught up thinking about everything that she hadn't realize the tears now flowing against her cheek. She sighed walking over to the shelves near her desk reaching for the box of tissues, grabbing one and dabbing it against her cheekbones as she sat down on the black couch.

Her hand found the quilt that she had pulled out of her mom's closet back at home and as she fingered along the edges she remembered the exact moment that she would hope to never lose.

Winter had just hit Dallas and for once this time it was snowing. The white flakes covered the roads, trees and houses not allowing anyone to be outside in the current weather. Miley sat in the living room in front of the fireplace wishing that she wasn't home alone. Her mom had gone to Tennessee to visit her grandma and wouldn't be back until the snow allowed her to. She had found herself in her mom's closet the whole morning feeling sick to her stomach missing her mom when she pulled down the different patterned quilt from the top shelf.

She remembered it was grandma who taught her mom how to quilt and this was the first one that her mom had ever made. Her nose sniffed the material and she was brought back to her mom, french vanilla with a little hint of cigars which must had come from her dad who died when she had reached the age of 3.

Miley held onto the quilt as she reached for the remote and turned the t.v onto the weather channel. The storm was getting worse between Tennessee and Texas and she knew there was no way her mom would make it out of there any time soon. It was only a week before Christmas and Miley prayed that the storm would calm down in order for her mom to make it back. Christmas would not be the same without her.

Turning off the television, Miley let out a groan. She hated being by herself. Worse of all she hated being stuck in the house by herself.

Pulling the quilt over her head, Miley fell back against the sofa ready to shut everything out. Her eyes were drooping when she heard the doorbell ring. It was snowing enough that it would be hard for anyone to come here at this very moment. She pulled the quilt off and starked towards the door.

"Nick?" the words slipped as she managed to open the door without freezing her fingers off. "Why are you here?"

Her cheeks burned at the sight of his sloppy smile when he looked at her and closed the door after he stepped in.

"I know you hate being home alone." Nick hugged her, "Especially with your mom being gone."

Miley leaned into the crook of his neck and inhaled in his cologne. There was a slight scent of musk lingering with other smells that were stronger and she smiled into his body. And she thought to herself, how in the world did she get so lucky? She never wanted to forget this moment.

Nick pulled her towards the couch but still managing to keep her close. He held her tightly as he pulled the quilt to cover them and then kissing her forehead.

They didn't know how long they had laid there in each others arms. It wasn't as if time mattered to them at that very moment. And Miley wanted to stay like this forever. (Yes forever, she thought, no matter how much she hated the word.)

"Nick..." she whispered as she tugged her head up to face his. "Do you think my mom will come home safely?"

Her voice was small and timid and Nick knew this was hard for her. He had known all along how hard it was for her to be left alone. Maybe she didn't know her father, but ever since losing him at that age Miley never felt secure alone. And he knew with her mom gone the feeling was just much worse.

He pulled her close again and kissed her head. He held her close to his chest allowing her to hear his heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"She'll be home before you know it baby," he spoke against her hair and leaned in to kiss her head again. His hand kept at her hair as he stroke it again and again as they laid there on the couch by the fireplace.

Nick watched as her blue eyes shut down and the fire lit a bright yellow glow against her skin. He knew he had made the right choice coming tonight, even if it meant walking through the snow and ignoring his mother's calls to come back. He pulled her closer and wrapped the quilt around them and drifted off the sleep not noticing the snow fall harder outside.

Miley shooked her head as to get out of a trance, she touched the quilt again before letting go and getting up. She walked to the front door of the store and checked to see if it was locked, then got to the warehouse entrance near the back and locked it also. She managed to turn off all the lights allowing for about ten candles that held small light bulbs instead of fire radiate brightly around her desk and the couch. She pulled down the purple curtains covering the window and walked back to the couch. Pulling the quilt she fell back against the sofa and drifted into sleep not worried about what she might dream, whether she wanted it or not. It was always Nick anyways and Miley understood she had to stop denying that fact.

xoxo

Demi pounded on the entrance door to Miley's warehouse. She had seen Miley's car still parked behind where it had always been when she was here. One hand was pounding the door again while the other held onto a tupperware of breakfast and vanilla bean coffee from the shop across the street. It was a cold morning and Demi certainly didn't like being out here.

"Miley! Open up the door! l'm freezing my ass out here!" Demi screamed and pounded the door again. It was only 9 in the morning, not a bad time to wake up according to Demi.

Her hands were about to pound the door again but it had open revealing a disheveled Miley wrapped up in patterned quilt. Miley looked at her best friend and walked away leaving the entrance open.

"Finally! Geesh girlfriend, did you stay here the whole night?" Demi rushed in holding on to the coffee and kicked the entrance to close. "I brought you breakfast and that god awful coffee you love to drink. You and Joe both. I swear you guys need to get some new tastebuds."

Miley brushed her hair out of her face before massaging her temple. She wasn't awake enough to listen to this. "Oh gawd Dems, shut up!" And grabbed the coffee out of her hand and walked back to the couch.

She sipped the warm liquid and felt a sudden surge of ease as Demi sat down next to her. Miley' fingers pulled the quilt tighter around her petite frame and suddenly she realized just how cold it was in the warehouse. She leaned over the couch towards the heater against the wall and cranked it up. Accomplishing what she had wanted she leaned back against Demi and felt the cool air suddenly turn warm.

Demi had done what Miley wanted though not out of bitterness cause that what best friends do. She open the lid to the tupper ware and held out a fork. Of course it would be leftovers from last night, Miley thought, and of course it would be lasagna. Miley smiled willingly towards the brunette and gladly took the fork.

After eating down what seemed like and endless tupperware of lasagna, Miley leaned back against the couch content with sipping the rest of her vanilla bean coffee. She made a mental note to screw her friends for hating on her choice of coffee and to ask why in the world did Joe drink the same thing.

She was sitting there dreamily drinking the cup in her hand as Demi stood up and walked towards the many mannequins in the corner between the back of the store and her black table which was still covered with the gold material. Demi gingerly touched the army green dress that hung perfectly on the mannequin and glanced over at the other outfits.

"You are so talented Miles," Demi looked back where Miley sat.

Miley smiled awkwardly back. She didn't know how to take compliments when it came to stuff like this. It wasn't like she was the best, she knew that. Plus this was the first time she ever really tried something like this even though she did make her own clothes back in Hollywood.

Her thoughts were messed up when Demi spoke again. "So what are you gonna do for the store in the front?"

She thought about this for a moment. Yeah she wanted to make clothes and put them out like other designers in major stores with different sizes but she was barely starting out and it wouldn't work too well to begin with. So she had decided that this was going to be her baby and she would have to start out small.

"I'm going to do a few samples to hang in front of the store mirrors but I want people to come in and ask me to make them their clothes therefore its more tailored to them." Miley responded certain of this choice.

Demi smiled hugely at this idea. She hugged Miley and exclaimed along the lines of how happy she was that Miley was back home then continued to chatter about other topics of the town like the old festival it always held each year and how it was coming up in a few short months.

"Oh!" Demi realized as she got up ready to leave. "My birthday party is tomorrow remember?"

Miley laughed, "how could I forget Dems, you remind everyone every five seconds. I'm sure Joe is ready to blow."

"Ha-ha," Demi humored her. "Okay see you back home later." She closed the entrance leaving Miley behind to work.

Miley walked towards her black table and looked at the golden material. An idea had sparked in her head and she knew exactly just what to get Demi for her birthday tomorrow. She pulled the right measurements that she had taken from Demi the other day and began cutting.

xoxo

Nick had started his car that morning with no intention of going anywhere. He knew Selena wanted him in the recording studio to work on new songs but he wasn't in the mood. His tastebuds were hoping for some coffee. And he didn't know how he had gotten to this side of the town, maybe subconsciously or maybe fate but ever since he had heard about the warehouse he wanted to see it for himself.

He pulled his car into the coffee shop's parking lot just across the warehouse. The windows in the front that Joe had build were covered in newspapers meaning it wasn't ready to be open yet. And he didn't want to barge in uninvited just to see the place. Nick sighed as he walked into the coffeeshop not sure of what to order and not sure he felt comfortable at this area he had spent so much time here with Miley during senior year.

The line wasn't long and it wasn't a long time until he reached the cashier. He had to refrain himself from ordering a vanilla bean coffee and decided on a caramel decaf. Waiting by the bar, he looked around for a table and saw a secluded one by the corner of the window with just enough sunlight. He didn't want to work at the studio and thought might as well try to write a few songs while he's here. Grabbing his coffee from the worker he headed over to the area and plopped himself down on the cushion chair. He pulled out the music sheet and sipped his decaf ready for a long afternoon.

Hours passed and Nick looked down at his handiwork. It wasn't great and he didn't like it one bit. He crumpled the paper and threw it on the other end of his table. Not feeling motivated, Nick decided on just glancing at people who either walked in or out of the coffeeshop or chose to sit at a table. He sipped his coffee and stared at the couple sitting not to far from him. His eyes focused on her features, the long brown hair and the high cheekbones as well as her laugh reminded him of somebody. He drifted back to senior year and the many moments he spent in this very same place with Miley.

The way she always ordered the same drink, or how her hair never seemed to stay in place where she wanted no matter how many times she pulled it away from her face. How she would sing or hum along to the music playing crossed his mind too. Or how her hands always found his underneath the table. The way she smiled at him from across his seat, he could never forget that smile.

He had been too caught up with his thoughts to notice a brunette entering the shop around late afternoon. Nick brought his decaf up to his lips but found the cup empty. He sighed and reached for his wallet before standing up to order more coffee. His feet made it's way to the cashier and there was only one person before him.

And that brown hair, he could recognize anywhere. Those curves, he knew them by heart (or he thought he did). And that laugh, oh that laugh he thought.

He was interrupted when he heard her say thanks and turned around.

There she stood wide-eyed. And he attempted to smile at her but even that couldn't mask his surprise either. (Oh what a lovely surprise it is).

"Miley..." He managed to look at her eyes as he said this.

She fidgeted and he knew she was nervous. "Nick," he heard her whisper inaudibly yet it was still loud to him.

"So.." he jumped around in his mind for a topic to discuss. "I heard about the warehouse!"

Miley smiled slightly at this and nodded not sure of where she was gonna head next and for all she cared it could have been a trainwreck. "I can show you the place, it right across from here." She pointed out the window.

Nick nodded and went to order his coffee before they left. Waiting, he had packed his music sheets and when their drinks had been ready he followed her across the street.

When they entered, Nick stood silently in awe. Even words were not sufficient enough to describe just how amazingly beautiful this place was. He saw everything was in place just like she had dreamed about all those years ago and was glad Joe had talked to him the minute he started this project, in order to get the idea for this place.

His eyes flickered to the mannequin and was amazed with what he saw. Then they flickered towards the frames along the shelves and shadow boxes. They stopped at a picture he had recognized so long ago. It was senior year at the coffeeshop where they had asked someone to take the picture but it didn't turn out to great. The picture was a bit blurry but he could make out Miley's laughter as she had slammed a handful of whipped cream on his face.

He touched the frame, "I didn't know you kept this."

Miley blushed. She had pulled out the old pictures from a box hidden in her closet. Thinking back to her closet she remembered the newly painted black doors. Her heart was torn, she couldn't deny anymore but she wanted to. She needed to move on.

"There's a lot you don't know," she responded softly.

Nick turned to face her a little bit shocked. He had a feeling where this was gonna go and if he knew better he would be walking out the door this very moment. But he didn't want to go, no his heart told him to stay put and his brain was just tired of fighting.

Miley was now a few steps away from him. She held on to herself, something she did when she was nervous. But one look into his brown eyes and she knew she couldn't stop doing what she was about to do even if she tried.

"I miss you..." she stated softy pulling away from his eyes, "...I can't keep fighting and denying it anymore. I shouldn't have ended things the way they did."

There was silence and Miley took it as the opportunity to continue. "I just hated this town and it was just such a big part of your life I had to leave."

Nick looked at her cautiously, anger boiling at a minimum. He wanted to stay in control, he couldn't lose it now not when he needed it the most. He gripped on the frame hard breaking the wood slightly. "You miss me?"

Miley stuttered a yes, certainly scared cause she knew he was getting angry.

"Miley, I flew to L.A for you. I called you every single day. And you left me there at the table with a bottle of wine and a waiter who kept asking me if it was just going to be a table of one." He spoke as he walked towards her dropping the frame on the table.

She looked at him and the tears started falling.

"And you hated this town? Of course you did! But this town was more a part of your life than mine and you let it affect you the same fucking way. You just ran away and left me like I wasn't good enough. You LEFT Miley!" Nick was now screaming and closer to her than ever.

Miley stared into his eyes who were now glowering over hers. She looked down and whispered, "but I'm back now..."

"Being back now doesn't mean anything Mi! You can't waltz back into here playing the goddamn victim and think everything will go back to normal. If I recalled, you slammed the door on my face the first night." Nick was breathing down her face. "And I have Selena for god's sake."

She nodded the tears more evident now. "But you still love me!" she pleaded through her sobs. "Say you still love me Nick."

Nick stared at her intensely as if he was digging a hole to her soul.

And before he could say anything, Miley leaned in and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.