AN: This chapter will lead up to the finale. With that said, enjoy.

Chapter Eight: A Losing and Winning Battle

Michael was dreaming. He knew that for sure. He walked into a room, and took a seat in the only chair that was in the room. He looked around, and saw that he was the only one in the room. Before he could do anything else, a stage before him lit up, and a familiar brunette came walking on the stage. The second that their eyes met, he knew what was about to happen.

"Miley?" Michael said, in a breathless voice. She dropped her head for only a moment, and then raised it high to look at him right in the face.

She looked at him, and gave him a quick smile before she began to dance on stage for him. Michael was breathless, for the fact that she was dancing like that for him, and the fact that she was wearing clothing that barely hid her body, some very short black shorts, and a red and black dancer's top.

He now knew that there was no way that he wasn't dreaming because there was no way that this couldn't happen, but he didn't care, because he was over the moon that this was happening. Miley was moving closer to him, and was literally on his lap as he was thinking about this whole situation. Miley leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. She broke away, and stood before him, using her finger to tilt his head towards her.

Miley gave him a seductive smile, and began to remove her top...

Michael eyes shot opened, and he soon realized that he was in the hotel room that he shared with Miley, who was sleeping peacefully right next to him. That dream that he had just experienced made him feel sick about himself, because he dreamed about his girlfriend, the same girl that he befriended when he moved out to Malibu a few years ago, and he was thinking about this girl like she was a stripper.

Man, am I lucky that she can't read thoughts... Michael thought to himself. Miley just snuggled closer to him, and let out a peaceful sigh. Michael just held her close to him, but he did not go back to sleep. He just stared off into the blackness, wondering what was going to happen to him tomorrow.

Michael awoke the next morning to hear the shower running. Due to the fact that he stayed up most of the night last night, and only managed to get some sleep for a few hours. He sat there, and blinked, just trying to get himself woke up, and used to the light in the room. He just laid there, and soon heard the shower turn off. Michael laid there, pretending to be sleep when Miley came out of the bathroom, her wet brown hair sticking to her face. She walked over to her suitcase, and grabbed some underwear out of it.

Michael saw it out of the corner of his eye. She dropped the towel, revealing her nude and shapely figure to him without noticing it. Michael remained still as a rock as she slipped on her underwear, sitting on the bed near him. Miley went back into the bathroom, and Michael sat up, then realized that he had a slight nosebleed.

"Oh, marvelous." Michael whispered to himself. Not thinking clearly, Michael began walking to the hallway sink, and grabbed some tissues to stop his nosebleed. Miley exited the bathroom, only dressed in her shorts with her underwear peaking out from the top of it.

"Hey, what's up?" Miley asked sweetly, wrapping his arms around his waist. Michael found it increasingly hard to try and concentrate on doing whatever he came out here to do.

"Nothing, what are we going to do today?" Michael said, trying to keep his mind on level, and his blush under control, a task in which he was failing miserably.

"I wanted to go around town, and just explore, is that okay?" Miley asked sweetly.

Before Michael could object, Miley ran a hand through his long blonde hair, and began to nuzzle against his neck with her soft lips, something that she always did when she wanted him to do something. That usually, and often times, did work.

"Fine with me." Michael said in a shaky voice. He bolted into the bathroom, and locked the door. Miley just stood there, and laughed.

"I knew that was going to work." Miley smiled.

Michael and Miley found themselves walking along the beach, hand and hand, looking at the sunset. They took a seat on the beach, and just stared at the sunset. Miley sighed with content, and rested her head on Michael's shoulder.

"Miley?" Michael whispered softly.

"Yeah?" Miley answered, looking into his blue eyes.

"This morning," Michael said, his voice starting to squeak from nervousness. "I woke up, and saw you naked, getting dressed."

Michael braced himself for a hit, but Miley just stroked his cheek.

"That's okay. I saw you in the buff before, and I liked what I saw then." Miley smiled.

"Oh." Michael smiled, face redder than this morning.

"So, did you like what you see?" Miley asked him.

"Yeah..." Michael said, looking really embarrassed.

"Don't worry, that was bound to happen sometime. I am just glad that it was with someone that I can trust." Miley said, gently nudging him with her elbow.

"I am just wondering, do you think that we are moving too fast, or are we going at the right speed in this relationship?" Michael asked her.

"No one can determine that but us." Miley answered her. "If something happens on this trip between us, I won't regret it."

"I won't either." Michael said, pulling her closer to him. Miley just smiled and fell asleep in his arms as the sun set in front of the young couple.

AN: Well, this is the next to the last chapter, which means that the next chapter is going to be the last one, or will it? Keep reading to find out!