Miley's POV

A few weeks have passed since Nick and I came back from Australia. Yes, we left together and even though I'm still wishing that we'd be more than friends, it still didn't happened.

But we went on Dates and hung out all the time.
I told the press what happened to Liam, well I told them half of it.
I said that I broke it off with him because it just didn't work out and it was mostly for the movie.

Of course did a lot of paparazzi follow me and Nick on our Dates but we didn't mind, which is great cause I don't think that I could handle another secret relationship, although we are just friends at the moment.

Disney told me that I could have my normal Job back and now I dressed like I used to dress the time when Hannah Montana we were shooting Hannah Montana.

They even planned a Hannah Montana special. With a few special guest stars.

My phone buzzed next to me as I was daydreaming again.

"I'm bored!", was the first thing I heard as I picked up.

"Well, hello to you too my beloved friend!", I laughed into the phone.

"Oh come on! I know that you're not doing anything and you have time to come over!", I looked out of my window while listening to those words.

"Maybe. But actually I'm trying to shoo away the stalker looking into my room from his window.", I said waving.

"Want me to punch him?"

"No, Millions of little girls would hate me if his sexy face was damaged!", I laughed.

"They already hate you for hanging out with him!", he stated, half seriously, "So you think I'm sexy, huh?". I could hear him wriggling his eyebrows.

"No, I said you have a sexy face and that millions of little girls think that.", I smiled again.

"Including you!"

"Including me!", I said and paused. I could slap myself for saying that out loud.

"Want to come over? Like I said, I'm bored and could need some company!", the smirk that was plastered onto his face could be heard through his voice.

Not everyone would know his facial expression now, but I did. Is that weird? I don't think so. We've known eachother since we were 13 and now we're 17 and I'm still in love with him.

Yeah I am IN LOVE, I don't just love him.

"Mi? You still there?", he asked and I could hear that he was worried.

"Yeah, I was just lost in my thoughts.", I said and felt myself blush.

"About how sexy you think I am?", he knew how to make me laugh and be even more embarrassed that I was at that moment than I already was.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be over in 30. Bye!", and I hung up as fast as I could.

Because the moment he said that I was thinking about how sexy he was I really thought about it.

Last week we went to the beach together with Noah and Frankie and I have to say that I couldn't stop myself from staring at his abs as he took of his shirt.

He got a lot more muscles since the last time I've seen him in swimming shorts, which was the summer I was shooting The Last Song in Tybee and he came to visit me.

30 Minutes later I walked through the gate that connected my garden with Nick's.

I walked into the back entrance which was connected to the kitchen.

"Hi Denise!", I said politely to Nick's Mom.

"Hey, honey. Nick is in his room. He's waiting for you already.", she said and winked.

I blushed lightly and went upstairs.

I didn't even bother to knock and just walked in but Nick was no where to be seen.

"I'm here!", I yelled and waited for a response.

"I'm coming!", I heard him yell back. A minute later he walked out of an adjusting room where he kept his guitars, a drum set and his white piano. It was like a music room, soundproof of course.

I smiled as soon as I saw him.

"No hug?", he looked at me with a fake pout.

I laughed and went over to hug him. I helt onto his strong, muscular arms longer than it was necessary but I just wanted to stay in his arms forever, smell the scent of his cologne and hear the beating of his heart.

A few hours later I was sitting on his stomach, fake glaring at him while trying my best to act like I was mad.

"Okay, I give up! I will tell you. But under one condition!", he laughed and put his hands on my waist. A bit of my skin was visible because of our little tickling fight only moments before.

I tried not to give in so easily and melt under his touch.

The feeling of his rough hands from all the guitar playing on my soft skin made me go crazy and I tried to focus on what he was saying.

"You go out with me tomorrow night and I'll tell you then! Plus you will re-open your twitter account and let me be your first follower!", he looked at me with a smirk.

"Only If I get to wear my new dress!", I said still trying to act mad.

"Yes, you can wear your new dress!", he sighed and rubbed my sides.

"Okay. Then we have a deal.", I smiled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

Tbc.

A/N

Sorry that its always so short and full of mistakes but I don't like in ANY english speaking country and I'm only learning it at school (and my teacher really isnt the best teach to explain or smth like that!)