So Thankyou Again everyone for reading and loving this story as much as i do. Please tell me how you feel about the ending. I wrote it a few chapters ago, it just came to me that htis is how they would settle things. Also dont forget that within the next week the sequal will be up, the title is still unknown but, just look under my profile it will be there, i'm going to put this story into a serise with the sequal. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! :)

Flashback:

"Yes I hear that a lot now, but they are all like brothers of mine. As amazing as they all are, honestly the thought of dating any of them seems weird, because they are practically family." Finally done my interview, I walk back towards my tour bus; three stops still the best of both worlds' tour ends.

"Miley, just to clarify, I sincerely hate everything about you." Nick says through gritted teeth as I pass him and his brothers.

"Well Nick, 'just to clarify' the thought of you sickens me to the point of vomiting. I spit back at him, he is very overrated many people don't realize that. Moving even faster now, the need for my space on the bus is killing me. I hear Nick's footsteps head towards his bus, from behind me.

"Oh no, what the hell happened?" Kevin's fading voice in the background asks Joe.

"No freaking clue, but I'll take Nick, you can handle Miley." I barely hear Joe's response as I climb aboard the bus. Sometimes having an opening act that is practically family tour with you really sucks.

The air is swimming through my veins as my bike streams down the streets, my sunglasses tint the world around me, the letter I have in my back pocket makes everything feel different. For the first time in a while I think I'm really thinking clearly and the world seems fresh. Ever since we got home from South Dakota, I have felt new, different. Reaching Miley's house I get off my bike and walk around to her door, a wide smile is spreading across my face. This really is going to be a great thing, everything I have to say is in this letter, the fighting and drama can stop. It will make everything right, I know it everything will be good I can breathe and live my life now. I slid the letter into the space between the door and the knocker, a gap we made years ago so letters could fit there. Smile still present on my face, I turn on my heel and walk back down the path towards my bike. My peaceful ride home, I think of nothing of the words scrawled on the paper.

Miley,

I want this to be simple, the letter I mean. We have never been simple. It used to be something I loved about us, but now it scares me, a lot scares me now. I'm going to be honest, I want you; some days I can't do anything but think about how much I want you, all to myself. I love you. Other days though I can't even think of being with you, it's sickening. As awful as that sounds, but most days I just want you. But the thought of the future frightens me; it's coming fast and yet so slow and it lasts for so long the idea it really crazy isn't it? Think about it for a moment, I mean really Miley stop reading for a second and think about how crazy it is to know you should end up with me forever. A little freaked out?, well that is how I feel a lot of the time now, I don't like it but that is what has happened. I don't know if I can fix it, I know that I want to be able to handle it. Everything you know, our uncertainties, pressures, everything I know you are worth it. Just give me time, real time, it may only be a few days it may be much longer, we need to almost start over as friends. Relearn each other. One thing I need to promise though is that I will always be here for you not matter what happen, no matter how the story ends. And I will always love you more than I love myself. This is a new start for us, a new chance, I can feel it, things are changing and it's good. You feel it too don't you? Good. This is who we are now.

Always,

Nick (Your prince charming :D)

I could have sworn I heard footsteps on my path earlier, but no one ever knocked on the door, odd. Crossing my room I open the door and out of the corner of my eye I notice the white envelope shoved in a place only one person knows is there. Gently I remove the paper from its spot between the knocker and door. Standing there between indoors and outdoors, letter in my hand I feel something change. My name is written brilliantly across the front, and looking at the envelope my face brightens into a smile; as I close the door to the outside world, I somehow know everything will work out. Things have changed.