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November 23, 2006 (still)

"Brandi!" Miley screamed as she ran down the hall and barged into her sister's room. "You will never guess what happened!" she said quite loudly as she flopped down on the bed.

"I have no idea, spill," Brandi said, pushing her laptop over to the side of the bed.

"Nick just called me," Miley said in a dreamy voice.

"Did he propose?" Brandi laughed.

"He may as well have," Miley sighed. "He sang me a song for my birthday!"

"What did he sing?"

"He wrote one for me!" she squealed.

"Are you serious?" Brandi asked.

"Totally! It was so amazing, Brandi. He's wonderful!" Miley said, sitting up.

"He sounds like it."

"He is!"

"Hey, girls, how's everything going?" Tish asked as she poked her head around the door.

"Good," Brandi said.

"Amazing!" Miley said as she clasped her heart and fell back on the bed.

"What?" Tish looked at her elder daughter.

"Nick wrote her a song," Brandi rolled her eyes.

"Well that's exciting," Tish said, walking over to her daughters. She sat down on the bed and put her hand on the back of Miley's head and ran her fingers through her hair. "Too bad he's not coming tonight. I'd love to meet this boy."

"Me too," said Brandi.

"Well he's not," Miley said, getting a little upset.

"Oh no, don't do that, baby girl. You stay happy, happy, happy for your party tonight!" Tish said.

"What am I supposed to do until I have to get ready? I have so much time to kill!" Miley asked her mom.

"Hold on a second," Tish said walking out of Brandi's room. She walked down the hall to the closet and pulled out a big bag full of gifts. She took out a purple present with a white bow on it, put the bag back, and walked back down to her daughter's room. "Here. Just a little early birthday gift."

"What's this?" Miley asked as she opened it. "Oh my gosh, Mom! Thank you!" Miley squealed. It was a copy of High School Musical and she was ecstatic.

"I'll go get Noah. Her, Trace, and your dad just got back a little while ago. I'm sure she's going to want to see it," Tish told her daughters as she got up and walked out of the room.

A few hours later, after the movie was over, Miley decided that she should start getting ready. It was a little past five and the party started at 7. She had plenty of time, but she didn't want to be rushed.

Brandi helped her curl her hair which took about half an hour, since her hair curled fairly easily but she had a lot to curl. Then Miley helped Brandi with her hair, even though she didn't really need help, but it was a sister thing. They always helped each other get ready before big events like this. Noah was next and Miley and Brandi both helped her get ready; picking out her outfit and doing her hair and giving her a touch of blush. She was only 6 going on 7, but what girl didn't like to put a little make up on sometimes.

Noah went downstairs to show her dad and Miley left Brandi's room to go get ready. It didn't take her long to get ready, since she already had an outfit picked out. It was 6:30 and she was getting very anxious. She was excited about this party, because she knew this time would be better than the last one.

She walked back down to Brandi's room and knocked on the door. Brandi called out to her that she could come in and she did. Brandi looked amazing in a red v-neck sweater with a black cami underneath, light blue jeans and red flats.

"Hey, help me pick out some jewelry," Miley asked/told Brandi.

"Okay, come over here," Brandi said as she pulled out a big case from under her bed and plopped it down on the bed and opened it. All kinds of jewelry was displayed in the case, from gaudy to classy, Brandi had pretty much any piece in any color.

"Ooo, these would look great with your outfit!" Miley said as she pulled out a pair of small black plastic hoop earrings.

"Nah, I'm just going to wear my studs that Mom and Dad got me last year," Brandi said, picking them up off her dresser on the other side of the room and putting them in.

"What do you think about this?" Miley asked her sister as she turned around and held up a small star necklace with a diamond on one of the points at the bottom.

"It looks great! Now let's find you some earrings!" Brandi said, walking back over to her bed.

"And a bracelet," Miley informed her as she started sifting through the mess of accessories.

"Actually," Brandi started as she rummaged around under her bed again. "Here, happy birthday, Miles." Miley opened the small box and pulled out a gorgeous tennis bracelet.

"B, this was too much," Miley said, looking up at her sister.

"It really wasn't. Now put it on!" Brandi told her sister as she took the bracelet from her and put it around Miley's wrist. Perfect size.

"Thank you!" Miley hugged her.

"You're welcome. Now let's find those earrings!"

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"Hey Kev," Denise said, getting her husband's attention. After Kevin Sr. dropped off Nick, he came home and turned on the TV, trying to ignore the problems with Columbia that they were having.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"What do you think about moving?"

"Honey, I really don't want to think about any more added stress right now. Besides, me and the boys are going to be gone a lot in the next few months trying to get signed again. I don't think now is the right time," he sighed, knowing his wife wanted a bigger house, where each of the boys could have their own room.

"I know. That's why I was thinking maybe California?" she suggested.

"What?" Kevin asked her as he turned around to really look at her.

"I mean, you boys are out there anyway, and we could keep the house here, maybe just rent out there for awhile. It would be cheaper than all the plane tickets," she started and realized he didn't have a convince look on his face. "Nevermind. It was silly. Forget it."

"No, Denise, I'm just thinking. That could work, and the boys would love it. You know how they hate long plane rides," he said, getting up and walked over to her. "I'm sorry about the way I've been lately."

"It's okay, I know it's stressful," she said, placing her hands behind his neck.

"It's no excuse. Let me look into rentals. Give me a week, and then we'll talk to the boys?" he asked, as if he needed permission from her.

"Okay," she said as she kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

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Billy Ray walked up the stairs and down the hall to Miley's room.

"Hey birthday girl," he said, walking in. "You ready?"

"Yup," Miley said, jumping up off her bed.

"I'm going to go ahead and go down, so you can have your big entrance," Brandi said and winked at her sister. "Don't trip!" she laughed.

"Thanks, jerk!" Miley called as Brandi walked out of the room.

"I can't believe you're 14, Miles. It seems like just yesterday--" he started.

"Yeah, I know, Dad. I get this every year. Blah, blah, blah, I was so cute, blah, blah, still your little girl, blah, blah, don't grow up too quickly. I know, Dad," Miley said, giving him the 'eye' and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Alright, you caught me," he said. "I'll leave so you can prepare yourself for your grand entrance."

"Thanks, Dad," she said.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, hugging her tight and kissing the top of her head.

"Thanks, Dad," Miley said again, smiling this time. She really was pretty lucky to have the career she did, but even luckier to have the family that she did.

Her dad left and Miley got a little time to herself for the first time since she last talked to Nick. Oh, Nick. She skipped over to her computer and replayed the video of him singing to her, because of course she had saved it! She knew that after that, nothing could make this day any better.

Miley finally decided to go down to her party. She left her room and turned her lights off. She left her phone in her room because anyone she needed to talk to was at her house. She walked down the hallway and to the stairs. As she looked down, she felt a stinging in her eyes, but a good kind. All of her friends from the show were there, as well as other Disney stars, and her regular friends, too, as well as some from Tennessee that had flown out just for her.

She looked around and instead of streamers and balloons like so many parties before, small white and blue Christmas lights hung from everything. All the way down the banisters on the stairs, along the furniture, randomly hanging from the ceiling, everywhere. Miley walked down the stairs and everyone yelled "Happy Birthday Miley!" She replied with a simple "Thank you!"

As people started to get back to mingling after Miley got there, she also started greeting people and thanking them for coming. Ashley and Vanessa were there, with Zac in tow, which was a surprise because they had told her they couldn't.

"We just wanted to surprise you, girl!" said Ashley.

Emily, Mitchel, Jason, and everybody from the set was there. People who she used to go to school with, Lesley, Jessica, Martin, Tyler, and everyone else.

Miley was having a great time. Her mom had cooked some good country food, but bite sized pieces of cornbread, fried chicken, and things like that. Everything was beautiful.

"You having fun?" Braison came up behind her and asked.

"Hey, Brais. Yeah, I am. I can't believe all these people came," she stared at everyone in disbelief.

"You mean a lot to a bunch of people, Miles. Happy birthday," he said, half way hugging her. He was a sweet kid, and she knew he meant it, even though after he did that, he walked off like he didn't even know her. Just a regular 12 year old boy.

The doorbell rang shortly after that, but Miley didn't hear it. She was too busy dancing with her friends. Her father, on the other hand did hear it. Billy Ray went to the door and opened it. When he did, he almost fell over he was so surprised.

"Miley! MILEY!" he yelled over the crowd. "Look who came to see you!"

Miley was interested for sure, and tried as quickly as she could to get around everyone and get to the door. She had pretty much the same reaction as her father did. She just stared for a minute and then ran up to the boy that had come to wish her a happy birthday.

"Chris!" she squealed as she hugged him. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"I wasn't going to be able to, but my mom let me come. I had to beg, though," he said, grinning at her.

"I'm so glad you're here! Daddy! All of my brothers are here now!" Miley said, almost too excited to take any more.

"Oh my goodness! Chris, honey! How are you?" Tish asked as she walked up to him and hugged him and then took his coat from him. "You staying here tonight?"

"If that's alright with you," he said.

"Of course it is! Oh, I have to get a picture of this. Billy, go find Braison and Trace. I have to get a picture of all of them together!" she exclaimed and ran to get her camera.

Miley's dad came back with her other two brothers in tow and they all posed in front of the front door. Trace picked Miley up and held her sideways. She propped her head up on one arm while Braison grabbed her legs and Chris took her top third while Trace was in the middle. Tish snapped a few photos and had Billy Ray get in the picture as well. Just as Tish was getting done, the doorbell rang again.

"Now who is here to see me?" Miley asked excitedly, waving a hand in front of her face, acting like a true southern belle.

"I'll get it," said Braison, wanting to get away from his family as quickly as possible. He opened the door and stood there for a minute, trying to figure out who it was. He couldn't so he asked. "Who are you?"

"Is this Miley's house?" the boy asked.

"Uhh, yeah. Who are you?" Braison asked him again. By this point, the rest of them were curious as to who it was. Unfortunately, Billy Ray, Chris, and Trace all made it to the door before Miley did, and because they were all taller than her (except Braison of course) she couldn't see who it was. She knew, though as soon as she heard his voice, though.

"Hi. Uhh," he started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I'm Nick Jonas," he finished, sticking his hand out to anyone who would shake it. The 4 men most important to Miley just stood and stared at him.

"Nick!" Miley yelled over her male relatives. This brought the men back to their senses and Billy Ray was the first to shake his hand.

"Good to see you again, Nick," Miley's father said, a little shocked and surprised by his presence. When he turned around, he could tell Miley was as well.

"Hey, I'm Chris," her half-brother said and stuck out his hand for Nick to shake.

"I'm Braison," her youngest brother said, without sticking his hand out. In part because he was young enough that he could still get away with not doing it, and in part because he wasn't sure about him yet, and as much crap as Braison gave Miley, he was quite protective.

Trace was the last to say anything. Being her older brother, he was quite protective over her and didn't welcome too many boys into the house. However, Trace could see how excited Miley was to see him, so he figured since it was her birthday, he'd give Nick the benefit of the doubt and let him in.

"I'm Trace. Miley's older brother," he said, with a firm grip on Nick's hand.

"Very nice to meet you," Nick replied, waiting to be asked in still.

"Nick! Come on in!" Miley said, walking up to him and shutting the door behind him. She took his coat and handed it to her mom. "Why are you here?" she asked, not able to stop smiling.

"I thought I should tell you happy birthday in person," he said, half way hugging her, not sure who was watching.

"Come here!" she squealed and pulled him in tighter. Her arms were up over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck with one hand in his hair. His hands were on her back, one between her shoulder blades and one in the middle, as he squeezed her a little. "I just don't understand. What are you doing here?"

"I told you I was going to fly tonight," he winked.

"But you said you weren't coming," Miley said, pouting a little that he had "lied" to her.

"I can go," he started to say and looked towards the door.

"Don't you dare," she said as she narrowed her eyes at him. "You are staying right here."

They walked into the living room and Nick was quite impressed with it all, but truthfully, so was Miley. This was the best birthday ever, for sure now. Nothing could get any better.

"So how'd you find my house?" Miley asked Nick.

"I have a photographic memory," he said, nonchalantly.

"Really?" she asked, a bit impressed.

"No. I took a cab from the airport and I had him drive all over until we found it," Nick said, looking down at the floor and then back up at her. She just smiled.

"Is this the famous Nick Jonas?" Emily came up behind Miley and asked, just staring at Nick.

"Well my name is Nick Jonas, but I don't know about the famous thing," he said, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

"You're famous around here!" Emily said, pulling him into a hug.

"What?" he asked a little confused.

"Nothing!" Miley said in a sing-song voice while smiling and turning to give Emily a dirty look. Then she turned around to Nick and laughed. He loved that laugh; it was so pure.

"Oh," Nick said, getting a little excited. "I have something for you, where's my coat?"

"In the guest room on the bed, come on, I'll show you," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the party. However, they were stopped on their way there.

"Hey Miles! Oh, so this is Nick?" Brandi asked, looking him over.

"Yes, Brandi, this is Nick. Nick, this is my older sister Brandi," Miley said, slightly annoyed and regretting making him such a big deal to everyone.

"Nice to meet you," Nick said as he stuck out his hand.

"You, too," Brandi said, shaking it. Miley looked at her, waiting for her to leave them alone. "Oh, okay, umm, I think I need to go help Mom in the kitchen."

"Sorry about that," Miley apologized. "I don't know why they all know you," she said and rolled her eyes, a little nervously.

"I think I have an idea why. Probably the same reason my family would do the same thing to you," Nick said, smiling down at her.

When they were away from all the noise, with the door open of course, Nick found his jacket and pulled out a small stuffed frog with a crown on it.

"Happy birthday. I know it's not much, but there wasn't a whole lot to choose from at the airport," Nick said, now a little bashful that he didn't have more for her.

"Nick, it's great," Miley said taking it from him. "Thank you so much!" She hugged the little frog. "I'm going to name you Prince."

"Like the singer?" Nick laughed.

"Like Prince Charming, maybe?" Miley laughed with him.

"Now I'm a little jealous," he said.

"Awww, do you want a hug, too,?" she playfully asked him, opening her arms.

"Well that," he said, leaning into her for another hug, "and I thought I was going to be your Prince Charming."

"You are," Miley said, laying her head on his shoulder. "You are."

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A little while later, Nick and Miley had returned to the party which was in full swing. Everyone was dancing and having a great time, and Miley had heard 'Happy birthday, Miley' about a million times. It was only going to get worse.

"Hey everybody!" Billy Ray called as he wheeled in a table with a huge cake on it. "How about we all sing a very special song to a very special girl?"

Everyone started cheering, some for Miley, some for the cake. Tish created a small circle where her and the rest of the family was close by, and there was enough room that people could take pictures as Miley stood in front of the cake.

"1, 2, 3," Brandi started. "Happy birthday to you." Then everyone joined in.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Miley, happy birthday to you," all of her friends sang to her.

"Make a wish!" she heard someone call out. She thought about something to wish for, and as she blew out the candles, she knew she didn't have to wish for anything. Looking up at everyone at her party, everyone who cared about her and who she cared about, all there for her; she knew she couldn't have wished for anything else.

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By 1 am everyone had left except Emily, who was sleeping over. Nick had gotten a room at a hotel about 10 minutes away and he was planning on spending the day with her tomorrow on set, to get the feel of all of it and then he was going back.

"Happy birthday to me," Miley said exhaustedly as she threw herself onto the floor.

"It's not your birthday anymore, you know," Emily said as she brushed through her hair standing in front of Miley's full length mirror on her closet door.

"Shut up, it is if I say it is," Miley joked as she slowly got up and walked up behind Emily. She put stuck her arms straight out and propped them up on either side of Emily's head on her shoulders. "Thank you," she said, as she laid her head on Emily's.

"For what?"

"For always being there for me."

"Of course," Emily responded. She turned around and hugged her friend tightly. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks. I'm going to bed," Miley said, pulling away and climbing into bed.

"Scoot over," Emily said as she crawled in next to her. They lied there for a few minutes in silence until Emily finally spoke up. "So Nick, huh?"

"Yeah. I don't know what it is, Emily. You know how I'm outgoing most of the time and I get nervous around someone I like? Well I really like Nick, but I don't get as nervous. And I don't always feel stupid when I say something to him, even if it is stupid," Miley smiled.

"He's pretty great for you."

"I know. It's pretty crazy. Never in a million years would I think that I could have met someone like him so soon in my life."

"What are you going to marry the kid or something?"

"Em," Miley said, sitting up. "You know what I mean. He's just, well, great."

"But so are you, Miley, and you deserve it."

With that, Miley and Emily both quieted down and soon fell asleep.

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The girls woke up pretty early to get to set on time and Billy Ray stopped by Nick's hotel to pick him up as well. Nick was excited to get to be on a real Hollywood set. It made him want to possibly do more than just sing, but that was a long way off.

Every break that Miley got she was with Nick, instead of the rest of the cast like she usually was. She showed him around and he 'helped' her run her lines, even though she didn't need much help.

When they were done filming for the day, Billy Ray took Miley and Nick back to the house, since his plane didn't leave for another 2 hours. He got a chance to hang out with her whole family, all 6 kids and her parents. Unfortunately, he was only able to be there for an hour and then Tish took Nick and Miley to the airport.

Miley didn't want him to go, but she knew he had to. Nick didn't really want to leave either, but he kind of missed his family. He had never traveled alone before and it was strange for him.

"Thank you so much for coming, Nick. You have no idea how much it means to me," Miley said hugging him.

"I think I have an idea," he said, smiling at her.

"When's the next time you're in town?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure. I'll let you know, though," he told her.

"Okay. Call me when you get home."

"I will," Nick said to Miley. "Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Cyrus!" Nick called to Tish.

"No problem, sweetie. You're welcome back any time!" Tish said, truly meaning it.

"Thanks!" he said, waving to her. Then he grabbed Miley's hand and squeezed a little. "Don't forget about me."

"It's not possible," she said, remembering that he had said the same thing to her just a day ago.

Nick walked down the terminal and turned around one last time to wave to Miley and her mom. They waved back and when he turned the corner, Miley hugged her mom.

"I don't want him to go, Mom," she said, starting to tear up.

"You'll be able to see him soon enough, Miley. Let's go home," she suggested.

"Okay. And Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for an amazing birthday."