Hey guys! I'm so sorry I didn't update in forever, but I was seriously considering cancelling this story. I just had major writer's block and I couldn't come up with any ideas for this chapter. But, I think it turned out pretty good. Please tell me what you think & REVIEW! Thanks guys.

I walked home by myself that day; I left school early, before anyone could look for me. Sure, when I'd slapped Selena it'd felt kinda good, but now I felt horrible. Selena had done some evil things in the past, thing that make my tummy turn; but slapping her made me the bully, didn't it? I shoved my hands in my pockets and sighed. There was only one person I needed, one person who would make everything alright. And that person was Nick. Call me crazy, but that boy is magic. If anything goes wrong, he's always there and he makes things better. But I told myself I didn't deserve him at that moment.

That was, until, he found me.

"Miley!" he called, catching up to me, "Miley, where'd you go? Me, Mitchie and Joe have been looking for you everywhere!"

I sighed and looked up at him, "I left early."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't deserve to walk home with anyone," I mumbled, looking down.

"Of course you do," he said, lifting my head up with his hand gently, "Miles, are you worrying about the whole Selena thing?"

"Um, kinda."

Nick caressed my face and I got the chills.

"Miley don't worry."

"I am, though," I sighed, trying not to look into his eyes, "What I did was wrong."

"No it wasn't. It was getting even."

"No, it was slapping her. I mean, I know she's not some innocent girl but slapping her was wrong." I told him.

"Miles, look at me," he said, his voice was gentle, caring.

"No," I whispered, looking away from him.

"Why not?" he asked, getting confused.

"Because if I look at you everything will be okay again."

"And that's a bad thing?" he asked, laughing a little.

"No…yes…no…maybe…I don't know!" I sighed, but gave in.

I looked at him and his brown eyes devoured mine.

"How about I take you out tonight?" he asked, smiling.

I bit my lip, "Like a f-first d-date?"

He nodded, "Yup."

"Sure."

So this must be what it feels like to win the lottery.

He checked his watch, "Okay, how about I pick you up at seven? I know this place we can go to…it's really great, I'm sure you'll love it."

"O-okay," I said.

I suddenly got the hiccups, and sounded like a little kid.

Nick laughed, "See you at seven?" he asked.

"Y-yeah…okay…sure," I said between hiccups.

Nick kissed my cheek. I didn't realize we were already at my house. Boy, time flies when you're having fun.

"Okay then. Bye, Miles," he waved once and crossed the road. He entered his house and I entered mine. Waiting for me, however, was a curious looking Mom.

"Uh, hey Mom," I smiled weakly; had she saw everything?

"Miley, what was Nick doing walking you home?" she asked.

"Um, you know, just walking home with me." I told her quickly.

"Miles, is there something going on between you two? Sorry for cramping your space and everything…but I've noticed you've been hanging with him a lot more…"

I hiccupped. Dang it.

"Mom!" I whined.

"So…is there is something?" she asked.

I sighed and looked away, "Yes…there is. I don't know if Nick's parents know or stuff but…" hiccup, "I really like him and," hiccup, "He's taking me on a," hiccup, "Um…date tonight."

"Aw, Miley that's so sweet! Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

I gulped, "Well…I didn't exactly know how far it was gunna go…" I mumbled, blushing a little.

"Well," my mom beamed, "We better get you ready for your date!"

I grinned; I was happy how well she was taking this. She dragged me upstairs like an excited teenager and began fumbling about in my closet. I love my mom, I really do, but we're nothing alike. She's into fashion, girly stuff, whereas I'd much rather fling on my Converses and go skating or something.

"Found anything?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I really wanted to look my best—I mean, first date, people!

"No." My mom said, pulling her head out of my closet. I was surprised to see her smiling "We'll have to go shopping," she beamed.

- - -

The next thing I know I'm in Forever 21 with my mom. She's flipping through all the clothes and I'm trying on a million bangles at a time like a little kid. My mom rushed over to me with a million dresses, "Do you like any of these?" she asked excitedly—I could tell she was excited about me coming shopping with her, I hardly come with her anymore.

"Not really," I tell her honestly, frowning a little, "Sorry Mom. I mean, they're all really nice but…you know, I want a perfect first date dress,"

"No, no, I understand," mom grinned. She rushed off again, in search of the perfect 'first date dress'.

I lingered around the Sale section. All of the 50% off stuff either had a broken zip, was ripped, or was out of fashion…or whatever it's called. However, out of the corner of my eye a dress caught my attention. I walked over to it and picked it up. It had a white sleeveless top half and a pink frilly bottom half. My mom rushed over to me with another million dresses, but when she saw the one I walk holding, she dropped them all on the floor.

"Miles, that dress is so beautiful!" she gasped, "You have to try it on! You'll look so amazing in it!"

For a moment, my own mother sounded like a teenager. Creepy.

I helped my mom pick up all the dresses and throw them on a random rack and we rushed to the changing rooms. I tried it on, and, it looked amazing. Seriously, I felt like a whole new person stepping into the dress and staring back at this beautiful girl in the mirror. Just like I had the night before. I stepped out of the changing room to find my mom looking at me in awe.

"Miles," she whispered, "You look so beautiful."

I blushed a little and looked at my reflection again. My mom came and stud behind me, "Honestly, Miles, you're so beautiful. You're growing up so beautifully..."

Oh God. No, no, no! My mom is gunna have a 'I Remember When You Were a Baby' speech.

"I remember when I first held you and you were such a beautiful baby…" she smiled.

I had to stop her. If she got really into her speech, she'd never stop.

"Uh, Mom, can I go and buy this dress now?" I asked her hopefully.

"Sure, sure." She said, snapping out of her speech, "But wait—you're not buying this! I am!"

"No," I argued, "My date, my dress."

"My daughter, my money." Mom grinned at me.

"Mom," I sighed, "I don't even know how much this dress costs…"

"40 dollars," my mom says, pointing to the tag.

My mouth dropped open, "What?! I found it in the sale!"

"Well, it was 80 dollars before so consider yourself lucky."

After a while, it was decided my mom would play for the dress. Soon enough, we got home—with 2 bags full of make up mom insisted we needed.

- - -

"Perfect!" I smiled, as I brushed on the final coat of mascara.

My mom walked over to me, "Oh God. Miles, you look so beautiful…Honestly, words cannot describe how beautiful you look. I have to take a picture!"

I rolled my eyes, but secretly, I thought I looked amazing, too. Sure, you don't want to be too classy on your first date or anything but…I don't know. I just looked so pretty. My outfit last night was noting against the one I was wearing now. I hadn't put to much make up on, just some mascara, some foundation—to make my face look smoother and softer…And feel it too, of course!—and some lip gloss. My hair was in its natural soft curls, flowing freely like they always did…but tonight my hair looked different—it looked like I wasn't trying to hard, but looked like I'd spent hours on it, if you know what I mean.

"Okay, I've found a camera," my mom announced, "Now, pose, Miley, pose!"

I rolled my eyes and flashed a small smiled to the camera. My mom pressed the button and the FLASH almost blinded me. She came to sit next to me and showed me the photo on the camera's screen, "Wait till I show your father how beautiful you looked tonight."

My eyes widened, "You're gunna show Daddy?" I asked anxiously. My dad's always been funny with me and boys. When I was 13, this guy from my class at school showed up at my house asking to go out with me. I didn't like him, and I was about to let him down easy, but then my dad came to the door and had a 'chat' with this boy. We never saw the boy again.

"Of course I am," My mom said, "Why not?"

"Well…he's going to ask why I was all dressed up, isn't he? And when you tell him I'm on a date, what's he gunna think?"
My mom laughed, "Oh Miley! Don't be silly, your father loves Nick. He wont mind you're going on a date with him, I promise."

Before I could argue any more, there was a knock on the door. Suddenly, butterflies erupted in my stomach. It was 7 o'clock. He was here, waiting for me.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I gasped, "Mom, I can't do this…I'm too nervous."

"Miley, it's okay. It's totally normal to be nervous. I'll go and answer the door and you wait up here. Then I'll shout you down and you can come down the stairs and Nick will be—"

Knock, knock.

I looked at my mom desperately, "It'll be okay, Miles." She promised, before planting a kiss on my forehead, and heading downstairs.

I heard her open the door and I could see Nick's awkward smile when he sees my mom. This also made another bunch of butterflies flutter around inside of me, but the good kind of butterflies. I closed my eyes, I was still super nervous. I heard my mom say something to Nick cheerfully, but I couldn't make it out exactly what she said. I could just hear a mumble which sounded like Nick, but yet again, I couldn't hear exactly what he said.

My mom said something else, that sounded like a 'Sure' and yelled my name. My stomach clenched and I began to breathe faster. I honestly cannot describe how nervous I was. I took a deep breath and choked out "Coming!" but I don't think my mom or Nick heard it because it was so quiet. I was wearing black high heels, and they made my walk to the top of the staircase even more nerve racking. I took a huge breath, and began walking down the stairs.

I looked at my mom; she was smiling proudly at me. But I couldn't look at Nick. I just couldn't. What if he thought I looked like a hooker or something? I reached the bottom of the stairs and finally plucked up the courage to look at my date. Trust me, he looked amazing. His hair was jelled a little, but still look natural and perfect, like it always is. He was wearing a white sleeved top, with the sleeves folded up at the bottom so they're a little off his elbow. He was also wearing a black tie, and some dark denim jeans with a brown belt. My heart melted to the ground when I saw him, standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh wow," we said in unison when we saw each other.

We looked at each other for a while, just finding it impossible to take in each other's beauty…

"So," my mom said loudly, breaking the awkward silence, "Nick brought you flowers, Miley."

I blushed at my mom's comment. Can't she see I could see he'd brought my flowers? Reluctantly, I walked over to Nick, blushing like a idiot. He passed me the flowers and flashed his famous half smile that literally makes my heart melt. I took them from him and smelt them, "They're beautiful," I said, "Thank you so much."

"Aww, you guys are too cute! I have to get a picture of you guys!" My mom interrupted, holding up the camera.

"Mom!" I whined.

"What?" she asked.

"Uh…Nick's eyes are super sensitive to flashing lights!" I blurted out.

"They are?" Nick asked me, wearing his confused face—which looks totally adorable and for a moment I couldn't look away from him.

"Uh…I'll just go and get some water for these flowers!" I blushed, before running into the kitchen and praying that the last minute didn't happen.

I poured some water into a vase and put the flowers in them. I smiled at my creation then finally walked back into the hall. Mom and Nick were staring at me like I'd just danced around the house naked.

"R-ready to go?" I asked Nick nervously.

"S-sure," Nick said slowly.

I was about to drag him out of my house when all of a sudden he turned to my mom, "What time do you want Miley home, Mrs. Stewart?" he asked politely.

Aw, could you get any cuter?!

My mom thought for a moment, "Hmm…around 11, please, Nick."

"Will do," Nick nodded and smiled politely at my mom. Where had he learned to be so…professional with parents?

We were just about to walk out the door when my mom called Nick's name.

"Yes, Mrs. Stewart?" he asked in his adorably polite voice.

"Call me Tish," My mom grinned.

Nick chuckled a little and I blushed.

"Have a great time, guys!" My mom smiled. She pulled me into a hug, "I hope you have an amazing date, honey. Oh, and don't be making Nick's lips sore, you hear me?"

Oh. My. God.

I began to blush harder than ever. Did my mom really just say that? "Mom," I whined, "Don't be so embarrassing!"

Mom rolled her eyes and kissed my forehead, "See you later, honey."

I pulled away from my mom and dragged Nick outside. I slammed the door and folded my arms across my chest angrily as we walked to his car.

"Miles, what's wrong?" Nick asked me, half laughing.

What's wrong? Oh, I've just had the worst start to a date ever.

"My mom," I sighed, "She's so embarrassing."

"Nah," Nick smiled, unlocking his car, "She's just being a mom."
I hopped into the passenger seat and put my seat belt on, "Do normal moms tell you not to get a guy's lips sore?"

Nick smirked a little, trying to hold back laughter. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"It's not funny!" I giggle, trying to sound serious.

Nick suddenly burst out laughing. His laughter is so adorable—it's not loud and annoying like most guy's laughs, it's kinda quiet, but so cute and perfect—it's one of those rare laughs that makes you smile, no matter how bad you're feeling.

I playfully pouted at him and he turned to me when his laugher had died down.

"It's not funny," I repeated, pouting.

He smirked a little, "Oh, I'm so sorry. However could I make it up to you?"

I stared at him for a while, and the smirk slowly disappears from his face. His face began to edge closer to mine. His breathing flows on my face, which makes me want to kiss him desperately. Before I know it, his lips are gently crushing mine. I don't know why, but there was something about that kiss that was extra special. We didn't deepen it, or try to devour each other. It was slow, and incredibly sweet.

Nick pulled away, and I frowned a little.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked me, smirking again.

"I-I…I-I…" I noticed I sounded like a babbling fool, so I just bit my lip and nodded.

"Good." He started up the engine and we began to drive off.

"W-where are we going?" I asked him, recovering from my blabbering streak.

"It's a surprise," Nick grinned.