Chapter 3 Re-uploaded

"We're looking for your mom right?" I nod my head for the millionth time that day. Ever since we got off the plane, that's all Demi asks. She is my best friend but after the 10th time hearing the same question, you just wanna chop her mouth off.

"There she is!" we tell the luggage guy to follow us as I meet up with my parents. "Darling!" my mom first greets me, as my dad greets Demi.

"Hi mom, you're looking great!" I admire the tiny figure at how much weight she's lost in two years. "Thanks, I started that new dieting program, it worked fantastic!"

"I can see that!" I laugh before going over to my dad.

"Hey bud," his grip on me tightens and I could feel a few hot tears starting in my eyes. "I missed you," I whisper into the crook of his neck. His soft lips touched the top of my head as we separated.

"So, come one, where's your stuff, you have lots to see!" My dad and the carriage guy follow us to the car, where they put everything in neatly. "How much stuff did you bring?" I hear from the back, seeing them still loading the car.

"Dad, we're going to be here for the whole summer, obviously I'm going to bring a lot to wear," I laugh, rolling my eyes. As I turn around, I feel my blackberry start to vibrate. Thinking it may be urgent from the company, I take It out opening a video message from Sebastian.

"Demi, come look," she scoots over closer to me, eyeing the blackberry as the message loads.

"We love you Miley and Demi! We miss you!" everyone says into the recording camera. I can feel myself get teary eyed. I look over watching as Demi wipes away a fallen tear. "That's so sweet," smiling, I agree, saving the video.

"Miley, Demi, we're here," I hear my mother's faint voice say. I guess I feel asleep; hey you can't blame a girl who stayed up all night. I rub my tired eyes and look out the window to the rather large house I came to know and love. Standing, there, at the drive way, was my 17 year old sister, popping her gum.

"Noah, come say hi to Miley," I hear my mother say. I step out of the car, just in time to see her leave inside. Bummer.

"What was that all about?"

"Don't worry," my mother reassures me, "you were like that too missy, remember?" I sigh, nodding my head, dragging my purse and carry on with me and into the house.

"You redecorated," I acknowledge, taking in the new walls, flooring, furniture... Heck, taking in everything.

"Yeah, but we still kept everything; it's in the guest house. The only thing untouched in this house is your room, and…" I look back to see my mom get teary eyed over mentioning his room.

"Well," she recovers, her voice still a little shaky, "let's see the rest of the house!" I study her for a long moment before agreeing, and following up the stairs past a very familiar room.

"When we were little, we would run around the house and not get tired. One walk through it all makes me wanna shrink it!" Demi's voice rips through the quietness of my backyard.

"Yeah I know, I'm so tired!" I adjust myself on my beach chair, letting the sun soak up my skin.

"Your mom got so sad talking about, you know who" I nod, looking at Demi's face to see her in deep thought.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, now, sitting cross legged. "Everything; how it happened, the aftermath, and how everyone felt. It was like the world ended you know?"

"Yeah I know; you think this is why Noah's so … edgy nowadays? I mean, he meant everything in the world to her, and me, but they had this connection, I know it,"

"I don't know, maybe, she was never like this," I nod, laying back down, my thoughts consuming every thought I ever had.

"Ok, now, these are the number of the hotels we'll be staying at. Don't hesitate to ask, call, beg for anything, we're just a second away, we'll send our manager over there as quickly as possible, Ok, Noah asked if she could go on the Junior South American trip and, well I don't know Miles, look into everything please?" I nod my head, before she continues. "Ok, well it's the 28th of June and she needs the money in by this Friday, can you do that?" I nod again, watching her start once more. "Thank you, okay, well we have to go before we miss our plane, I love you, be safe!" I give my mom and dad one last kiss before seeing them driving off to the airport.

"Remember everything I told you Miley," my mom says sternly as we stand in front of the departure section. "I know mother," I tease. She nods hesitantly before turning around to catch up to my father.

"Finally, that took forever," I laugh, walking back to the car, and speeding off home. When we finally arrive, I shake up Demi from her little 20 minute nap.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head, we're here," I joke, shaking her before unlocking the car and stepping outside.

"So what're we gonna do?" I shrug, unlocking the house door to find Noah laying on the coach watching TV.

"Noah, you hungry?" she shrugs, turning off the TV and going up the stairs. "Im guessing that's a yes."

"Yeah," we stand there awkwardly before heading into the kitchen to prepare something.

"So, what do you want?" Demi shrugs, leaning against the island in thought. "I'll make myself a sandwich," she suddenly decides, heading for the cabinets and fridge.

"Ill make one too, and for Noah, shakes?" Demi nods, and I go over bringing the bread, ham, cheese, mayo, you know the drill.

"Hey Miley," I hear a faint voice that I haven't heard in over 2 years. I pretend to gasp looking back. "She talks," I exaggerate, looking over at Demi then back at Noah. Just then, the tiniest smile you can imagine was forming on her lips, but it left quicker than it came.

"Um, can I go to the movies tonight with some friends?"

"Sure, you need me to-"

"No, it's ok," she interrupts me quickly. "Alright, um, what time?" she checks the clock in the kitchen before shrugging. "I don't know, 7?"

"Alright, yeah, just, be home before 12 ok?" she nods again before turning around and walking up the stairs.

"Oh, and Miley?" she suddenly says. "Yeah?"

"I missed you," and then her bedroom door closed. I felt my eyes get a little watery as I held them back by biting on my lip.

"I missed you too Noahbear," I whisper to myself.