The 3D-movie premiere doesn't fit into my story line's schedule (I didn't want them to have any face-to-face encounters that soon), so pretend the movie never happened.

"You open yours first!" Miley said, over the speakerphone. It had been three weeks since our farewells at the airport, and ever since I had called her every day at precisely noon. We both had our lunch break at this time, and it was the only free moment in our days. Granted, the conversation usually lasted a maximum of five minutes.

We had decided to give each other 'I miss you' gifts in time for the beginning of my new tour, so we shipped the presents ahead of time and planned to open them today, January 30th, the final day before the Look Me in the Eyes Tour kicked off.

"Okay, I just hope you didn't spend too much time or money on me. I would be happy if you just gave me a picture of you or something," I said as I tore a piece of tape off of the Fed-Ex package.

"Well then," she giggled, "you will really like what I got you."

I had finally won my wrestling match with the box (with some help from scissors, of course) and just stared at for a moment, incredulously.

"Miley, you shouldn't have. I'm not going to lie, I absolutely love it, but it's too much." She had gotten me a new web-cam.

"Don't be silly. It's just as much a present for me as it is a present for you. Of course I got one for myself so that we could talk face-to-face. Now, go hook it up so I can see you and your… adorableness. Mine is already ready to go."

"Haha, okay, let me try to figure this thing out." After several frustrating minutes and a few choice words directed at the computer, I had the web-cam up and running. I logged onto AIM and requested a web-chat with Miley.

After a few moments I saw her beautiful face looking back at me from my computer screen. I hung up my phone and she smiled at me. "Do you like it?" she asked, genuinely afraid of my answer.

"Of course, I love it!" Her smile quickly reappeared and I chuckled lightly. "Now I don't have to visualize your face from memory when we talk, I can actually see your eyes."

She blushed lightly and laughed out of embarrassment. "Okay, no more flattery for now. It's my turn to open your present," she said as she was already half way done tearing the extremely large box to pieces.

"Jeeze, Nick, what did you get me? This box is almost as big as I am. Postage must have cost you a fortune."

"It did, but hopefully you like it enough to make up for it." She just gasped as she finally got the box open and saw what I had given her.

"Nick, I can't accept this, it's your favorite," she said as she picked it up and gently strummed a few chords on the acoustic guitar.

"Her name is Diana, and she is my favorite guitar. She was the guitar that I learned to play on." My face lit up as I saw her smile through her tears. "I wanted you to have her so that you would be reminded of how much I miss you everyday, even when we are too busy to call each other."

"This is the best gift I have ever gotten. Thank you so much."

"Whenever you're stuck on a song, pick her up. She's the guitar that always gives me a new melody or new idea. She's pretty much the reason that SOS exists."

"I don't even know what to say Nick, but I miss you every second of every day, so she is going to be getting a lot of use."

"Well I can't say she isn't used to it."

'Oh sweet nibblits, I hope you two are happy!'

"Wait," she said with a smirk on her face. "Are you watching Hannah Montana? Stalker! Haha that's so funny!"

I just blushed a deep shade of crimson. "Well, I haven't seen you in a while and I missed your smile and when you're on TV I just pretend that you're talking to me and…"

"It's okay, Nick. Trust me, I must have watched every music video you have ever done 500 times since you left."

"Oh so who's the stalker now!" I laughed as she raised her hand sheepishly.

"What? I'm not going to deny it. I'm a crazy Jonas Brothers fan girl, and how could I resist the opportunity to see those adorable curls?"

I just sat there and took in her features for a moment. I had missed every detail of her face, and it has been a torturous three weeks without her. I would have told her how I felt about her then, but I didn't think it was a good idea to declare undying love via web-chat.

"Miley, lets go. I don't want to be late for our lunch reservation," an impatient, male voice cut through the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two friends. I couldn't see this guy, but I could tell that I didn't like him already.

"Oh, um Nick, I guess I'll talk to you later. I…"

"Come on, Babe!" the voice echoed throughout Nick's room, who was trying to keep the disappointed look off of his face. Friends don't get jealous when the other goes on a date, right?

"Bye Nick," she whispered just before the feed from her web-cam went black.

Well, I'm sorry for the delay in this story. I have been really sick and since I have missed a lot of school, I have had a lot of make up work. Thanks for the reviews though. I enjoy reading your feedback and am glad that you like the story so far.