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I sat down on the floor of my old bedroom, never have I been so thankful mom and dad never sold the house. My bed pressed against my back as I looked around the room. The walls are covered in pictures of animals, family and things from Broadway. Apparently I never really cleaned before we made our final move, because the whole area is a disaster. For over ten years we have lived in California and partially in Texas. When we came home to New Jersey it never was long enough to stay in this house. But I kept this room the same; I couldn't bear to erase it.

A soft knock sounded from the bedroom door. "You ready to tell me what's been wrong?" Kev walked in and slumped down next to me. "Wow it's exactly the same, like time stood still…" He mumbled and looked around the room. "You would never be able to tell any of it happened…"

"Like Miley and I. This room hides it all…" My voice starts to quaver.

"So it is something with her." The way he spoke told me he already knew that it was something with Miley that had me in a funk our entire trip on the east coast this past week.

The entire time we were in New York City I was in a completely different world, and now that I was able to be home in my real home it was easy to really drown in everything. "Maybe. I don't' know anymore. We were fighting but then the day before we left…it was incredible." I felt my pants tighten at the thought.

"What was incredible? You aren't making sense bro." Kevin gave me his curious look.

"The sex. Kev, it was insane. You have no idea, well of course you have no idea but you REALLY have no clue." I rambled and rested my head on my bed adjusting myself to be comfortable from my place on the floor.

"I know I really have no idea, but I have a feeling that just because you have sex it doesn't mean that the problems that were there before are fixed. See it complicates things, it is one of the reasons why we wait." He did that whole fatherly thing, it really pisses me off when he does that. He isn't dad.

"Kevin, I know okay. I waited to have sex move on. Start preaching to Joe okay?" I instantly regretted the amount of attitude in my voice, "I think…" Suddenly my cell phone started to scream, the screen read Miley. We haven't spoken in days, I can feel something is wrong though so in an instant I press send. Suddenly I am listening to Miley completely break down, to a point where her words are inaudible. My heart starts to race, all I want to do right now is be there and comfort her and wrap my arms around her. I want to make her feel better, I can't let her be alone like this when she is this upset. That's when my stomach knots and I realize that I am being stupid for thinking anything other than I love her. She is Miley, she is me without her….without her is something I cannot imagine.

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My body was exhausted from constant spouts of sobbing since I got home from lunch. From my place on the couch I hear a soft knock sound from the door followed by soft footsteps across the room towards my seat. Suddenly without a word I was being wrapped in a blanket followed by a warm body wrapping around me. I let myself go again, sobbing in to the chest of my visitor, their hand running through my hair.

"Shhh, Shhh. It's going to be okay. I'm sorry he had to say that." Demi softly whispered into the air above my head.

I try and fail to form words; instead more sobs escape my lips.

"Don't worry honey; you don't have to say a thing." She whispers again, rubbing her hand up and down my back.

We stay this way for a while, me unable to control my sobs and Demi soothing me over and over. Then knocks sound from the door, only they waits for an answer. I start to get up, when Demi lays me back against the arm of the couch and makes her way to answer the door. I hear her whisper something and then the visitor enter.

"Miley, I'm going to go now. I'm soo sorry." Then her footsteps make their graceful way across the hall, to their home.

A new warm body sits down in the place of Demi's then a husky voice speaks, "Miles, babe I'm sorry. How are you, Demi says that Joe said something? When you called me crying I left my house and made my way here. I would have been here sooner but you know traffic." Trace, the fact I had called him earlier slipped my mind.

"Nick and I have been fighting a lot lately…" I move myself closer to Trace, curling my feet towards my stomach and resting my head against his chest. Trace moves his arm tighter around me.

"Did you call Nick today?" He asks as I adjust myself.

I nod my head yes, "But I couldn't speak very well it was all sobs, he has no idea what I was trying to say." I let out a small laugh, remembering the sound of Nick trying to figure out why I was so upset and kept saying "fucking Joe" over and over.

Flashback:

My front door opened, without a knock and soft footsteps made their way towards my living room. I had a Kings of Leon cd playing with only a few lights on because my apartment has an amazing view of downtown LA and it's easier to enjoy with less light in the house. Looking at my hands I was just washing and rewashing then from the kitchen a joined to the living room.

"Hi, sorry I didn't knock. I figured since it's..." His voice was soft, almost impossible to hear from his place on the plush couch.

My heart began to race as I heard him speak, something I was afraid would happen. "No, its fine, there is no need to knock on a Friday. So you know it's just us right?" Standing in the center of the living room, I looked down at him in his dark ratty t-shirt and old jeans covered in grass and paint stains. When had he ever painted? Oh the mystery of boys, even after knowing this one gosh what just under ten years? Quickly I began to do the math in my head, I met him at twelve and I'm now twenty one. Wow nine years, suddenly I snapped back into reality realizing I'm avoiding what was really going on right now. Finally I sat next to Nick on the couch.

"Yea, I know. So what now? It's so quiet without everyone." He let out a small laugh, it sounded forced.

The air in the room felt stiff, Nick and I shifted in our seats at the same, adjusting ourselves to the same position of sitting cross-legged facing one another. I looked to the floor; Nick kept his eyes on me. Something is about to happen I can feel it, not that it's shocking the level of awkwardness has been rising between us over the past year of living in this building.

"Miley…" He barely breathed my name, but it sent my heart into a panic.

Meeting his gaze, we slowly leaned in, meeting in the middle. Our lips barely touched when Nick shot back, then in a single blink he was standing up on the other side of the room from me. Running his hand through his curls again and again. Obviously agonizing over something. I let out a scream of frustration. "AHHHHH! Nick what the hell is this!" His head shot in my direction. "I thought, it seemed like, over the past little while, I thought we both were heading in this direction." I'm trying to keep my voice as even as possible.

"Miley, I know. We have been on this road for years. And that's the thing; I think…I think we are finally in the right place at the right time. Both of us." He was still talking so quietly, nervous now I think.

"And that is a problem?" It was amazing after how well I can read him, know what he is thinking or be a part of him, I still have no idea what is going on in his head half the time.

"Yes, Miley don't you see. If we do this again, there is no turning back. I've thought it over again and again. If we fail, then we can never be more than friends again. And I'm afraid to lose you if that would happen because I want you I do. So Miley, if we do this there is no turning back. Ever." He finished talking; he had spoken so quickly and so quietly.

"Nick come here, sit back down please." I patted the spot he had just been in. I took a few deep breaths as I waited for him to take his seat again. Finally once we were facing each other again, "Nick you look at this and see fear and pain. What I see is that moment we have been looking for since we were fifteen and sixteen, even before that. Hell maybe after that. This is the moment we knew we always needed, remember in the back of that SUV with Joe and we knew that something needed to happen. Well time happened and now things are right. I know that if we kiss, that is it. And I'm okay with that." I closed my eyes and waited for Nick to speak again. Well we may still have a hard time agreeing on things like this, but at least we are grown up enough to have real conversations. Suddenly though, instead of words I felt Nicks lips against mine. A kiss so passionate I could tell things were changing.