We were in Toluca Lake; I was about to go to start filming my new movie. I had two weeks left to sulk and be sad about about a breakup that didn't leave me sad, but empty. The emptiness that I couldn't define was rushing through my veins. Shitshitshit, I hated this.

I looked at my phone, scrolling down to N, staring at his Damned name. Should I call him? Should I call him? Shit, this sounded like some line in a Taylor song or some scene from a chick flick. This was ridiculous. The whole gravitation that involved me and him was bogus. I couldn't live without coming back to him. Always. Always. Always.

Then, I thought about it. Completely thought about it. I'm staring at my phone debating whether or not to call him, when I could see him! But, that wasn't even definite. I didn't know if he was in LA or not. He could be in Texas for all I know. He could be in Egypt doing a concert, for God's sake.

Then, I thought about it again. I went to J, pressed send, and waitedwaitedwaited until he picked up.

"Joe?" I whispered to the phone as soon as he picked up.

"Miley? Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Eh, so…where are you?"

"LA, why do you need help or something? You okay?" He asked, sounded like a concerned big brother. Gotta love him, don't I?

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm in LA too, I just wanted to know if Nick's with you."

"In fact, yeah, he is. He just came from London. He was in a show, you know?" (author's note- If I were to calculate the time correctly that would be incorrect, but whatever, it's a story, lol).

"That's great," I told him.

"Why? You want to see him?"

"No, um, yeah, I just-you know."

There was silence, and I could picture a smile being painted on Joe's face. Typical. Of course.

"He's home, in his room, Miley, okay?"

"Awesome, alright. Cool," I said while hanging up the phone.

I turned to the mirror and saw that I looked a mess. I had this worried look on my face and my hair was all over the place. If I was going to go skip down the street to the Jonas house, I had to look presentable. And, there I went…

Finally, after almost half an hour, I picked out something appropriate. It was a loose fitting white tank top with a flower printed mini skirt and black boots. I let my hair down, freeing my untamable waves.

I jogged down the stairs, telling my mom I'd be back after dinner. She didn't question me and continued studying some huge file on her computer.

As I stepped outside, it started pouring. So… I reached for an umbrella from the porch and started walking.

I felt the blobs of humid rain against my toes, the humidity going straight to my hair. LA wasn't a rainy place, so when it did, it went wild.

I walked and walked until I felt like I ran into forever. I kept looking down, looking at the ground, staring at nothing. I suddenly saw grass appear. The lawn.

I looked up, and there. Like always. My prince charming.

He looked at me in awe, but not surprised. His eyes gleamed and shined like glitter. A smile spread across his face. His curls were slightly wet, starting to nestle closer to his head. A small curl trailed across the side of his forehead like perfection. He carried an umbrella with his left hand, and held onto a black sweatshirt. His mouth started to open, like he was going to say something, and then he shut it, and shook his head in disbelief.

I just looked at him, looked at him, and felt naked, like he could see everything I was thinking and feeling. And with anybody else, I would have felt violated and scared, but with him, I liked it. I liked knowing he knew me, inside and out.

We just stood there with identical facial expressions…and then…