Hey guys sorry about it being late. So this chapter starts to set in motion some major drama that will be happening over the next two chapters. (maybe three) So thanks for the reads and reviews. So this is also like one of my favorite flashbacks. =] Let me know what you are thinking!!!

Looking at the houses as I passed by them on my bicycle peddling at a steady pace, I felt relieved to know that the neighborhood had really started to stop all the paparazzi from getting inside. Living in our neighborhood was nice, it was a mix of celebrities and regular people, but everyone understood the need for privacy and each other well. The only down side had been the paparazzi always getting in here, luckily it looks like that really had changed. Today is perfect, a nice 65 degrees and it was perfect clear out, a good California April day. Rounding the bend I felt my whole being change, it always happens when I reach this part of the neighborhood. But now especially since Miley and I haven't seen each other since our boardroom meeting, and haven't spoken since our lame attempt at texting which didn't happen, looking to her lawn I saw her laying there on a blanket book in front of her. It looks like she in enjoying the no paparazzi situation just as much as I was, she was dressed in old jeans and a yellow t-shirt. I stop my bike and laying it in her yard I began to walk over to her. I just wanted to say hi and see what she was reading I kept repeating in my head. I was about three feet from here now, she must hear my footsteps because she looks up at the sound, and can't cover up the shocked face fast enough before I notice.

"Hi." I say sheepishly and wave a little. I wish I didn't sound so cowardly.

"Hey you." She responds as she flops the book down, laying it so it's open to her page but the cover faces up. Then she moves backwards and sits up, sitting cross-legged now she is facing me. Hesitant look on her face.

"So what are you reading?" I ask casually as I sit down across from her the smallest part of my body on her blanket the rest on plush green grass. So much for only a quick hello, I think, quickly I place the thought out of my mind.

"The Great Gatsby. I have to read it for school, turns out its really good though. I guess there is a reason it's such a classic." She shrugs. She has always loved to read, but normally murder mysteries or those teenage girl books.

"Ah, of course a school book, glad to know it's not that bad. I think my teacher mentioned we were going to start it soon. But then again I'm not as into reading as you so…" A small laugh escapes my lips. I'm not sure if it is due to my nervousness, or the conversation, but she starts laughing too.

Next thing I know we are both laying on our backs tears falling from our eyes because we are laughing so hard. Neither of us knows what is so funny. Finally five minutes later we both stop and slowly sit up.

"My stomach kills." Miley complains as she adjusts herself to face me again.

"Same here, what was so funny in the first place?" Everything is coming naturally now. I like it.

"I really have no freaking clue. But it felt good didn't it. To just be carefree, and normal, like nothing bad ever happened. Like we are nothing more than normal teens, like we don't have the world looking to us. Just two people who know each other laughing harder than they can remember for no reason." Her words start to trail off at the end, but what she says is serious and weighs heavily. She's right too; it's nice to just feel normal. I love how smart she is, how much she thinks and notices things, people don't expect it from her.

"I know what you mean. I haven't been able to feel that way in a long time. If I really think about it probably in more than a year." When the last part of my sentence hits the air I realize I just fucked up. I just brought seriousness to this mess of emotions. I try not to give her a chance to react, as I stand up but I know she is realizing what I'm saying, and her mind is racing through everything that has happened, everything that can happen. All of it. "I really should go. I'm not sure how smart this was." I barely whisper that last part, but I know she heard it. Her face gives it away clearly. She is hurt.

"You are probably right." I can tell she doesn't mean for there to be bitterness in her voice, she wants to sound casual. But I know her too well; I can hear what she is trying to hide.

I turn on my heal and walk as quickly as I can without running off her yard and around the corner, once I'm out of her view I just start to run. I run as fast as I possibly can and for what seem like hours, until I think I might collapse. It's not until I finally hit the pavement of my driveway that I realize my bicycle is laying in her front yard…

Flashback:

Walking across the lawn towards her front door, I couldn't figure out how I had gotten here. Not literally of course because I knew that Kevin had driven me, it was more the fact that I didn't know how I had gotten lucky enough to have Miley actually want to go on a date with me and for us to have the most amazing time. And now I was walking her to her front door, approaching that perfect movie moment, where we were supposed to kiss. At least it wasn't our first kiss; I had already kissed her, three days ago right before I told her I liked her I had been sitting next to her on the couch in my basement watching TV. We had been more and more flirty and I realized that I had to take a chance, so I placed my arm around her shoulder and after waiting for her reaction I squeezed her shoulder with my hand, when she looked up at me I closed the short distance between her and kissed her softly but quickly on the lips. After I confessed I liked her and she smiled brightly and confessed she liked me too. So here I was standing across from her on the front porch, aware so suddenly that my brother was probably watching from the car. But I didn't care, I wanted to kiss her and I mean really kiss her. Miley was amazing, beautiful and kind and funny and so talented. I looked down and found her hand intertwining it with mine. She started the next part for me leaning in towards me she tilted her head upwards slightly. I could feel my heart start to quicken and suddenly I was more nervous than I had ever been before in my life. But as our lips crashed together everything in me calmed and I felt this fire light inside me that I had never felt before. She was my first kiss, and the feeling that was running through my body made her want to be my last kiss to. It was incredible, how naturally the ways of exploring her moist mouth came to me. It seemed like hours were passing by before we finally pulled apart, gasping for air. Looking at Miley the goofy grin spreading across her face, made me smile larger than I already was.

"Night Miley, I had the most amazing time." I Say softly.

"Yes, Goodnight Nick. Tonight was extremely special." She squeezed my hand tightly before turning towards her door. As she opened it she turned around and gave me one last smile and wave before walking inside.

It wasn't five minutes later, on the short car ride home, Kevin was blabbering something to me about how cute the two of us were and how it was great that we were finally getting together since I had liked her since day one. When my phone vibrated, opening it revealed a simple and sweet text message from Miley, "…be my boyfriend? =]" My heart was racing as I read it over and over again, before hitting reply and saying "Yes."

It's not until I see my dads' car pull into the driveway that I realize just how dark it has gotten outside. Sitting here in my front yard, thankful for the new found freedom from paparazzi, on my blanket knees pulled up to my chest, chin resting on my knees. He gets out and walks over to me he looks down and a concerned looks crosses his face.

"Honey what is wrong?"

It isn't until he asks that I realize I have been crying, heavily and then silently for hours now, since Nick left. I hadn't even noticed, I just sat here and replayed everything in my head, and stared at his goddamn bicycle laying in my yard. Why did he have to forget it? "Hi dad." I try and avoid the question as I smile up at him.

Sitting down next to me he places his arm around me. "Miley honey, tell me what wrong." He presses softly, afraid to upset me more, but wants to help.

We sit there in silence, him unwilling to leave me while I'm upset, and I'm unwilling to tell him about Nick. It's not that he hates Nick; it's just that he isn't a fan because I've never been as happy as I was when Nick and I were together. And no matter how much I pretend, he can see through it. That is what happens when you are beyond close with your dad. But there are things I keep from him, and this is one of them.

"Hey Miles, not to change the subject, but why is there a random bicycle in our front yard?" He asks a small laugh in his voice, breaking the long deep silence between us.

This time I am fully aware of the next round of burning tears about to slide down my face. Afraid of my dad's reaction to my crying over the bicycle, I quickly and roughly get up off the ground and race into the house. Up the front stairs, down the long hallway, once I reach the back stairs my vision blurs with painful tears, almost there I think trying to hold myself together as I walk down the back stair case, through a short hallway and enter my section of the house. Pressing play on my way to collapsing on my bed I let my head spin in anger and sadness as I soak my sheets with my tears.