"Wow, I can't believe practice got cancelled," Liz was frowning as we walked out of the girls locker room, bags in hand.

"Yeah, it wasn't even raining that hard," I sighed, relieved of the outcome of the rain. I'd been asking everyone to pray for me, that soccer would be cancelled today. I mean, I should have wanted to have it, because now I have nothing to do for three hours – but there was just something about today that made me feel like not trying hard.

"Well, my mom is here, so see you tomorrow!" she ran to her car, waving goodbye as she opened the car door. I turned away and headed towards the bleachers where it was currently empty and dripping with water. I started up the steps to the top, and once there I took my clothes for soccer out of my bag, and used them to wipe of the bleachers. I then laid down on them, staring up at the grey sky. The rain kept pouring down, and all I wanted to do was lay there for a while.

I slipped my iPod buds into my ears, sighing in content and propping my feet up on my bag.

"How do I breathe? Without you here by my side," I yawned, reciting the lyrics to the song.

I felt my eyes slowly close, as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

…

The cold breeze smacked against my already red face as I pulled my jacket tighter around my body. The setting seemed familiar, but so weird at the same time. There were only a few people around, as I stood by the ocean on the beach. A couple hundred yards away, laid the pier. It was nighttime, and the only light to guide me was the Farris wheels'. The sky was a dusky midnight blue, and only the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was what I could hear.

My thoughts were my only companion, as I stood alone. Always alone – that's how I knew I'd end up. You can always have dreams and wishes, but for the most part, they won't come true. Only the lucky ones get somewhere in life. The rest of us, are unfortunate human beings.

I knew somewhere within me, that I would never find a person who really understood me for me. Not since Dylan left my life; I couldn't stop the inevitable, he was eventually going to get tired of dragging me along with him, always talking about my own issues, hardly ever there to help with other peoples. I always believed that one could not help another person until they truly helped themselves.

"Are you alright?" a melodic voice said from deep within my mind. I'd bet anything on knowing that voice. It was of course the one guy who could break my heart into a million pieces in just one glance.

"Don't bother asking, you know you don't care. You never cared like I wanted you to," I choked back tears, wrapping my arms securely around my body as if trying to keep myself together.

"Miley, you don't look too good. What's happened? I've always cared," he smiled at me as if nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong, and it didn't make sense that he'd forgotten.

"I'm done," I felt my legs slip out from my body. Next thing I know, I'm falling and cannot stop. My body was shaking miserably, and I couldn't stop it.

"AH!" I yelled, feeling my body soaked with water. I opened my eyes, only to meet the chocolate orbs I've been obsessed with for the past month.

"N-nick?" I almost cried. He was standing right in front of me, with his hand lightly on my head. Once he noticed me staring at it, he pulled away quickly. Loss of contact made my skin cold on the spot he just pulled his hand away from.

"Yeah, you were up here alone, I kind of didn't know if you were okay," he rubbed the back of his head nervously. He was definitely embarrassed for waking me up. Only God knows what I could have said while I was sleeping up here. The rain was still pouring down onto me, and my clothes just got heavier and thicker by the moment.

We didn't speak for another couple minutes, but surprisingly it wasn't awkward.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked. I nodded my head slowly, shifting my body up. He was 6'6, and I felt like a five year old as he towered over me. He smiled at me, and I looked away.

"I'm fine," he nodded.

"Maybe you shouldn't be out here, you could get sick," he looked out to the field that was still abandoned.

…

"So why did you come up here?" Nick was sitting beside me in the same position as he had been for the past ten minutes. His backpack was locked tightly between his ankles, and his head was leaning against the fence of the bleachers behind him. His eyes were closed, and his hands were neatly placed on his lap.

"Soccer was cancelled, I didn't have anywhere to go," I mumbled. He wasn't sitting very close to me, but he wasn't exactly far from my body either. If I moved my foot out just slightly, it would hit his. I always felt that the moment I would talk with him would be more special, and always in a better way of meeting. Instead, he came up to me while I looked like a wreck, with tears streaming down my face. As usual, I had candid timing.

"You could have stayed inside. You're stubborn you know, for staying out here. And I'm feeding into that by staying up here with you," he finally opened his eyes to glance my way, only to send shivers up my back.

"You cold?" he noticed my flinch.

"No, I'm okay really," he shook his head mumbling something that sounded like 'Stubborn girl,' before taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to me. I didn't make an attempt to put it on, so he took it back instead. Next, before I could realize what was going on, he lifted up my arms and placed the sweatshirt securely over my head and through my sleeves. I felt like a child again, getting dressed by their father. Except for this, the jacket smelled of axe, with a mixture of sweat and deodorant. I closed my eyes in content as I inhaled the smell, knowing that this was exactly the place I wanted to be.

"Thanks," I whispered, knowing that this was a big deal. Well, it was at least a big deal for me.

"Your welcome Miley," he looked away sighing. I felt my eyes swell and cheeks widen as he said my name. He actually knew my name.

"Do you play any sports?" he watched me as I pulled my legs up to my chest, silently shoving my head towards my knees while pulling his hoodie tighter around my body.

"I was on the basketball team here for the past three years," he grinned looking behind him and seeing some girls. I clenched my fists, pulling my knees even closer to my chest.

"That's cool, are you good?" I tried to overplay the sarcasm in my voice, because of my slight annoyance. I knew that it wasn't right for me to try to suck up all his attention, but that didn't mean I didn't want that to happen.

He laughed at turned his head around to face me, I smiled knowing it worked. "Yeah, you could say that. I mean, my team did just win a national championship this past August, but that's no big deal for you, right? The big basketball star? People have been talking about you and your team," I could sense that he was playing with me, but I also heard the jealously in his tone. That was the thing I could feed on best, especially with a guy.

"Oh, why yes. You see, just the other day I was offered to take you one-on-one during lunch, but I didn't quite feel it okay to embarrass you in front of all your friends. I mean, wouldn't that be humiliating? The star of the basketball team getting his ass handed to him by a girl? Especially one a year younger," I grinned, knowing that this would get to him. Dylan always told me, you have to be able to mess and play with a guy. You got to show him that you're comfortable in your skin, and able to joke about things. But when it comes time for him to take about himself, you pretty much need to praise him at least a little. Not too much that he gets overly cocky, but enough for him to see that you acknowledge his talents, and agree that he has skills.

"Really? Tomorrow, you and I are going to go at it, okay? During lunch, we're going to settle this, because I know that I can beat you," He smiled wistfully at me, hinting at some teeth. I smiled back, feeling good that we finally talked to each other. Feeling good that we finally did something other than stare for a while and look away. Feeling good that he wants to hang out with me, tomorrow. In front of all his friends. With me.

Homecoming, was GREAT. If you guys follow me on twitter, then you understand that whole deal :D BEST! Tonight was also my other schools homecoming, and i really hope one of my best friends and her new bf won homecoming king & queen:) As for other things, i should be updating on WEMTBB tomorrow, & if i suddenly become too busy, then i will tweet it and you should expect an update LATE on Monday night. Thanks sooo much for your patience, i know that i am a very busy person, and hopefully when my hs soccer season is over and hw load lightens up, it will get better. I'm glad i have loyal and understanding readers like you all :D I can't wait to read your reviews, and tell me what you think! What would you like to see happen? What do you think will happen for miley's homecoming. Will she go with Nick? Will they become best friends after this? What about dylan?

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