Woooo chapter 5! :) thanks everyone for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry to some of you who think there is a lot of Niley lacking, don't worry, it gets better! This the chapter where things start turning for the both of them, but it just covers it briefly. Don't worry... and like always review please! :)

Chapter 5

Miley's POV

For the first time in a while, I was excited for something other than skating. Sure, skating was amazing, and the feeling I get when i touch the ice is indescribable, but this was something different. I'm finally going on a date. My last date was probably when I was one month away from 16. That was the date where I told myself to cross boys off the list forever. But I was young and naive, and now I'm closer to being a woman then ever. I do need to live a little.

I glanced at the clock, 6pm. I was dressed and all ready to go. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to get dressed so early, I feel the nerves starting to get to me. At least if I was still getting ready I would have something to do to calm myself down. I looked at the clock again 6:03. Damnit Miley! Stop looking at the darn clock. I walked out in the living room and picked out a movie, might as well pass the time. I didn't really look as to what i picked but put it automatically into the dvd player. Before I knew it, the words 'Night of the Living Dead' were plastered on the screen. Before I even hit play, I quickly removed it. Zombies gave me the creeps. I looked back on the shelf and saw all the usual chick flicks. I didn't want to watch that, pray my night would be that fabulous, and then be let down. So I went for Transformers, it had some romance but still had plenty of action. I put it in the player and sat on the couch, finding myself a little sleepy.

Before I knew it, my mom was shaking me awake telling me Justin was here. I quickly got up, straightened out my dress, and walked toward the door. I did a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn't have bedhead. After all was well, I made my 'grand' appearance, which was just walking down the hall. My mother left me and Justin alone. He smiled and entered carrying a small bouquet of flowers. I smiled back.

"Aw, Justin they're beautiful. Let me go put them in water." I said, before heading towards the kitchen, where my mom was. She quickly intercepted the flowers and let me go to leave. I smiled and whispered a 'thanks' and headed out to Justin's car. He opened the door for me, and I knew from that point on that this night would be full of gentlemen-like gestures that he would think would make me fall for him, but would actually make me a little annoyed. I pushed the thought out of my mind and kept repeating the same thing over to myself. Good Time, Live a little, Good time, live a little. We reached a restaurant I never heard of before in 10 minutes flat. It's name? Something French. I took Spanish in my years of schooling, no need for French. Well, until now.

He made reservations, so we were automatically seated in a booth toward the back of the restaurant. I was honestly surprised. He didn't say much, and I was praying he would say something soon before it got awkward.

"So.. Thanks for agreeing to go out with me," he said casually.

"No problem, I wanted too. I just didn't really have the time. So I made time," I gave him a genuine smile. I didn't want to seem too phony, but I didn't want to lead him on too much.

"Yeah. So, I know the menu is in French. I know what's good though. Mind if I order for you?" He asked. I honestly didn't mind what he picked.

"Um, no not at all, but I'm allergic to garlic.. so nothing with garlic please." I said. I would hate to have my face get swollen on a date. Not only that, but it would still be that way tomorrow. I BET it would have an effect on my jumps.

He called the waiter over who said his name was 'Armando.' I always repeat the waiter's name just to ensure I know it in case of emergency. Don't ask. And I could tell Armando was getting the wrong idea of me. What is with guys? They either love you or make you hate them. I can't win. But for the remainder of the dinner I just ignored Armando. Conversation was small, but we talked about he and Selena's training for pairs. I was genuinely happy that Selena had such a great partner. She definitely doesn't need to have doubts when it comes to trust. On the other hand, I talked about my family, friends, life in Salt Lake City, my brother, and my common interests. He paid attention well and didn't just nod his head to agree. Justin really was a great guy.

Justin ordered us both something I can't pronounce. But it had chicken, vegetables and this orange sauce. It was so delicious. I couldn't remember the last time I had a dinner this fancy.. or expensive. That's when it hit me, should i help pay for the tab or not? But before I could think, Justin snatched the tab and paid with a credit card. I brought money.. i know how difficult the temptation can be to buy everything with a credit card.

"Justin, I have money. You can pay for 75% of it, and I'll pay the remainder and the tip. I'll feel guilty if I don't," I said, slightly begging. I'd hate to feel the guilt of not paying partially. Justin was reluctant at first, but gave in. We left the restaurant full and began heading towards his car. He opened the car door for me once again and walked slowly back over to the other side. My eyes followed him as he went around and finally sat in the car.

The drive home was silent, but the radio was on softly playing some band I didn't know. The drive went painfully slow but I was relieved when he finally turned onto my street. Now, at this point, I had no idea what would come next. Would he walk me to the door? Kiss me? Who knows. But he did walk me to the door, but I didn't go in right away.

"Justin. Thanks for the great night. I had A LOT more fun then I expected. I hope we can go out again sometime," I said, with only the distant moon giving us light. And a few street lights. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He gave me a hug and whispered a goodbye in my ear. Then he was off. Was I smitten after one date? I definitely couldn't show it or my mom would be suggesting that I go out EVERY night.

I walked in the front door, said a slight hi to my parents, but was out of sight when they asked how it went. The less questions asked, the better. I went right to bed, expecting a hectic practice tomorrow.

Nick's POV

I woke up late. Great. I rushed to practice to see Coach looking more angry than usual.

"Where were you?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"I overslept, I really am sorry. A lot was on my mind last night and I just forgot to set my alarm. It won't happen again." I rambled off. He looked at me, and gave a small nod. Wow, that was it? Eh, I shouldn't talk, he'll probably make me do extra drills later on after everyone else goes home.

I ended up only having to do an extra half hours worth of stuff. And i also got a slight reprimanding, but Coach left me off the hook. Why? I have no idea. I showered and changed and headed upstairs to discreetly watch the figure skaters practice. No, I wouldn't want to run into Miley today but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to watch her. I sat down at the table so that it looks like I was facing the opposite way. Weird? Yes.

I glanced over to see a 2 way fight. Not with Miley, but with Selena and Justin I think his name was. I definitely wanted to keep watching from this point on.

Justin's POV

"Selena! You aren't doing the lift right. You are doing something funky with your weight that's throwing ME off balance!" I yelled. She started to get a teary look in her eye.

"I'm trying okay! Bear with me. Let's try again." She said, taking my hand and skating around and doing the previous move to flow into the next.

We skated and skated until it was time for me to put my hands on her waist and lift her above my head so that we looks like an odd shaped T. [not sure what the move is called, but if you saw the cutting edge 2 with christy carlson romano. when they are at the Olympics and the FINAL lift they do. It looks like that.] And once again, I couldn't lift her because of her weight distribution. She was all over the place and all clumsy. I don't know what gives.

"Okay, that's enough of that. Justin, lift some weights. Selena, you seem sort of dizzy. See a doctor." Said our coach. "But Justin, you need to practice with SOMEONE. Selena knows what she has to do, she's done it with tons of other partners, but you need the practice. Miley dear, would you mind helping us. You know what we're covering I presume?"

"Yeah I know it, and sure." She said, skating over to me.

Miley's POV

Here we go. Justin has to lift me. I can do this. We skated right into since I didn't know the previous part of their routine. It was going great and we landed it perfectly. But coach insisted more. We did it roughly 3 more times, when I finally started feeling the pressure.

"You know, I think Justin has it. You're good now." I said, smiling and gliding backwards a bit.

"No Miley, do it again, we need to see what you'll be doing up there, like with your arms," Coach said.

"Oh, wait - huh? I'm not supposed to take Selena's place." I said, looking very confused.

"As of right now, you are." Coach said, and with that she made us do it again.

We skated into it and Justin lifted me perfectly once again. Coach told me I can do anything, just as long as my arms weren't dangling. So I just made something up as I went along. The only thing different about this jump was the angle we were skating. Because now, I had perfect view through the glass of the snack bar seating. Where I saw the murderer's curly haired brother sitting. And watching me. Next thing I knew, my world came tumbling down and I was on the ice, clutching my left knee.

Nick's POV

She was beautiful. She looked like a swan. Her posture was incredible and everything was just perfect. Until she saw me.

She fell, and it didn't look good. She was clutching her left knee. What now? I know what.

I ran through the doors, on the ice, running and sliding as I went until I slid down next to her. I picked her gently. She had her eyes shut tight because of the pain to even notice who was helping her. That was a good thing I suppose.

"It's okay Miley. You're gonna be okay." I said. She barely opened her eyes because the tears were falling hard.

"Thank You," was all she choked out.

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