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OMG! I am Soooo sorry! I haven't updated in forever, here's why: I was gunna upload this chapter before I went on vacation to Spain for ten days, but I had writer's block & only wrote half of the chapter. I came back, and still hadn't thought of any ideas. It took me forever to write this & I am really, really sorry. I hope you enjoy it because it took me so long & I worked to hard on it. Once again, sorry. :)

"You know I don't like surprises," I told him, smirking a little.

"Well," he grinned, "I have a feeling you'll like this one."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Really."

He had this giant smirk on his face. He knew I hated not knowing something he knew. But, I was really excited for our date. I mean, we could have a romantic dinner in a giant trash can and I'd be happy—okay, let me rethink that one…

"We're here," Nick announced, parking up the car.

I looked around; the place didn't look familiar. It was dark, which didn't help me solve my curiosity at all. I unclipped my seat belt and took another look around. Nick got out of the car. Before I knew it, he'd opened my door.

I stepped out, "Thanks."

"Your welcome," he grinned, locking his car.

I took yet another look around—it was scarily quiet.

Nick suddenly came up from behind me, "Close your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"Because," he grinned, "That's what you're supposed to do. They do it in all the movies."

I giggled and closed my eyes.

"Promise you won't peek?" Nick asked, taking my hand.

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?" he asked.

I found his pinky finger in the darkness and wrapped my pinky around his. "Pinky promise," I repeated.

"Okay," he said, "Don't let go of my hand, okay?"

"Okay."

He gripped onto my hand tighter and began to lead me. I kept expecting myself to fall over something. To my surprise, the ground began to get softer. My heels were sinking into the ground as I walked.

"We're here," Nick said softly, letting go of my hand.

I opened my eyes and my mouth dropped. We were on the beach. In front of us was a picnic mat, with a picnic basket placed beside it. Candles were hung from the near-by small trees, to give us some light. The sun was setting into the ocean and it was just so beautiful.

"It's...wow," I gasped, trying to take it all in, "It's so beautiful…"

"Well, you know," Nick shrugged, "It was nothing, really."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh yeah, sure." I laughed a little, "Nick, it's amazing!"

He smirked, "Well, I do try my best."

We sat down on the mat and Nick pulled the basket over to us.

It wasn't until I thought of food that I realized how hungry I was. My stomach made a very embarrassing rumbling noise. I blushed hard.

Nick burst out laughing, "Hungry?" he asked.

"A little," I giggled.

"Good," he grinned, pulling out two sandwiches, "Because I brought our favourites."

I raised an eyebrow. He passed me the sandwich and I gasped, "Oh my God! You remembered!"
He smiled and shrugged, "How could I forget?"

When we were five, me and Nick had be mucking around in his kitchen. We made a pickle, chocolate, and ketchup sandwich and it'd been our favourite snack ever since. Although; we hadn't made the snack nor eaten it in the past few years.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, "It was really sweet of you to remember," I smiled.

He laughed, "Miles, I just remembered a sandwich."

"Well, it was still sweet."

"You know what else would be sweet? Me putting my sandwich in your hair if you don't get off me." He smirked.

I faked a gasp, "You wouldn't!"

He thought for a moment, then smiled, "Yeah, I probably wouldn't."

I pulled away from him and tapped his head, "Good little Nicky."

Nick almost spat out his sandwich, "What the hell?!"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Good little Nicky?" he asked, "Come on, Miley. I let you call me Nicky; this whole nickname thing has boundaries!"

I pouted, "Aw, I'm really sorry." I smirked, "But you know you love it."

"Do I?" he asked me.

"Yes, you do,"

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Really, now?"

"Really."

"Dude!"

"Man!"

"Radical!"

"Uh…monster trucks!"

We began laughing so hard we were clutching our sides. We didn't even know what was funny.

Our laughs slowly turned into giggles and faded away completely. I turned to look at the sunset—the sky was pink and orange; it was the most beautiful sunset I'd ever seen in my life.

I sighed happily, "The sunset is so beautiful tonight."

Nick looked at the sun and agreed, "Yeah, it is."

He pulled out some Coke for me got some Red Bull for him.

"Why are you so obsessed with Red Bull?" I asked him.

"It gives you wings," Nick pointed out like it the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right," I nodded slowly, "I forgot about that."

We drank in silence, just watching the sunset. After a while, the sky began to turn black, and stars began to twinkle above us.

"You wanna take a walk down the beach?" Nick asked me.

"Sure."

Nick stud up and offered me his hand. I gladly took it and he pulled me up.

However, in a matter of a second, Nick had pulled me up onto his back and began walking. I took a moment to register what had just happened.

"Put me down!" I giggled.

"No," Nick smirked.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

I sighed, "You're so stubborn."

"Yup."

Knowing I was defeated, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let them dangle down his front. I was very comfortable, actually.

"I must be getting heavy," I said quickly, "Put me down or you'll get crushed."

"Heavy," Nick scoffed, "Miles, you're as light as a feather."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes, "There's no need to play the big tough guy, Nick. I don't mind just walking."

"I'm not putting you down," Nick said.

"Why not, Nickyy?" I whined.

"Because I'm just not."
I giggled, "Okay, okay, you win."

We walked—well, Nick walked—for a while longer, just enjoying each other's company. I found it hard to believe we'd only been 'officially' going out for less than a week. It just felt so natural to be with him; it didn't feel like we had to push ourselves to get to know each other, because we already did.

Nick finally stopped walking and I slid off his back. We both lay down on the sand and stared at the stars. Nick took hold of my hand and intertwined our fingers. I decided that holding my hand was just Nick's 'thing'.

I snuggled up to Nick; he was so warm and soft and…you get the idea. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we both stared into the sky like it was a giant T.V.

"So, are you feeling better about the Selena thing?" Nick asked me.

"I guess so," I shrugged, "I still feel like I'm the bad guy, though."

"No, you're not the bad guy," Nick said, "You were just making a stand."

"Maybe I was," I sighed, "But I want to apologize to her tomorrow. I want to smooth things out."

Nick laughed a little, "You're a really sweet girl, Miley."

I smiled, partly to myself, and said, "And you're a cool dude with awesome hair."

Nick laughed, "What can I say? My hair is just the definition of awesomeness."

I rolled on top of him and ran fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"You like that, huh?" I asked.

He nodded his head, "Very much."

I pecked him quickly on the lips before rolling over and laying on the sand again.

"Miley?"

"Yeah?" I answered, curious.

"I've always loved you."

a/n: ohhh nick has some explaining to do ;)