"Can you please tell me!" I beg, shaking my best friend, that's currently sitting in the family room watching a movie. "Nope, it's a secret," she teases, raising her eye brows.

"Ugh, I hate you!" I plop down, arms folded as I stare at the TV. "Ugh, ok, I'll give you 3 hints." She suddenly says and my excitement is back on.

"OK!" I cheer, turning to face her. "Ok, it's a girl, she's worked in bangin ass movies, and she has the most amazing voice!" she gushes. Well, that could be anyone at this point.

"Well, thanks for narrowing it down to, I don't know, practically every singer in Hollywood?" I smack her arm, laughing, turning back to the TV.

"Miley?" a faint voice calls out for me in the background. "I'm leaving," she says, before taking off up the stairs and hearing the front door close shut.

"I remember I would never tell my mom when I went out, Noah's actually telling me when she's leaving," I state in shock. "Well teenagers are different in every generation," Demi states afterward.

"We should order Chinese," Demi suggest. Chinese, on a warm summer night with practically every movie right here? "Defiantly." I agree, walking over dialing take out.

"Don't go down the stairs! DON'T GO DOWN THE STAIRS!" Demi screams in horror as we watch The Messengers. She's been freaking out ever since, well, since the movie started really. Gotta admit, this movie is going to make me sleep with Demi tonight. There's no way in HELL am I sleeping alone!

"Oh my gosh!" I hear Demi, just as it was getting to the climax of Kristen Stewart stepping on the floor, the doorbell rang, and made Demi and I scream. "Pause it," I say through a fit of giggles before putting the Chinese on the coffee table, and walking towards the door.

I open the door to be greeted by a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, curly blond hair, and a flawless smile. "TAYLOR!" I scream, pushing myself to her, and throwing my arms around her.

"Miley," she smiles, hugging me even tighter. "TAYLOR!" Demi then scream, running towards us. I let go before she knocks me to the floor, letting her hug Taylor.

"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" Demi relaxes a bit, breathing still shaking. "I know! Your suppose to be doing your famous things at famous places!" I gush, making her blush a bit.

"Your mom told my mom, and I came as soon as possible," she smiles. I wrap my arms around her one more time. This has to be a dream. "Come on, we're watching a movie, we have plenty of Chinese left.

"This has to be a dream," I smile, still not believing that this is real life. "No it's not, cause then this wouldn't hurt," Taylor pinches my arm, a little too hard for my liking.

"Ow! You're so lucky you're my best friend!" I point my finger at her, trying to hide the smile on my face.

"Yeah yeah," she waves a hand around her. "So how's the business doing? I actually bought some things off it when I was in Florida. I must say, I love it!" I blush. "It's going good. We might be opening up a magazine too,"

"That's great! That'll make you like, number 1 on the east coast. But, why don't you expand some things here? If it gets here, it could get anywhere really,"

"I know, I want to but my friend Sebastian told me not to do anything unless he's present," I laugh. "It's true," Demi finally chips in, walking from the kitchen with three small cartons of strawberry ice cream; our favorite.

"We talked about it like, the day Miley told him she was coming, and he flipped. Saying not to do anything unless he's there and blah, blah, blah," she dumps herself on the couch, focusing on the movie again.

"Oh, true, but he should get here soon, you're line would be in like every red carpet available! Wait, are you doing dresses anyway? Like really fancy?" I nod, taking a bite out of the ice cream.

"Sebastian called me this afternoon, saying that they finally received all the fabric and designs, and that they're going to start soon to be ready by January or Feb."

"Wow, that's amazing. And just in time for the Oscars." She smiles, pushing me lightly as I dig in.

"Yeah, but enough about my boring life, how's the music industry treating you. More importantly, how's Hollywood treating you?" From the way her lips form to a smile and her eyes twinkle, I know this was the right question.

"It's going beyond amazing. You know that ever since I was little I wanted to be the next big thing, and be the person people have on their walls, my songs stuck in everyone's head, and be the name to remember, and to know that it's finally coming true, is, oh my gosh, amazing."

"I see. I buy all of your CD's, and my all time favorite songs Last Kiss and Enchanted. What made you write those?" her smile diminishes a bit, and the spark in her eyes, is barely visible to someone who doesn't know her.

"Remember Jake?" I nod my head. Jake. Taylor's boyfriend since, like junior year. He didn't go to the same school as we did, which made their love even more amazing. "Well, Enchanted was written from the day we met, and everything that happened that day. Now, Last Kiss was written from," she drifts off, eyes getting watery.

"Oh Taylor," Demi and I saying in unison, as we wrap her in our arms. We didn't have to know the rest, we already knew. I seriously thought they were true love.

"It's ok. It just sucks," she laughs, wiping away a few tears. "I guess that being with someone sine you were 18 get's old when you're still with them at 21. Well, it got old for him anyway," the sadness in her voice just breaks my heart.

Late that night, Taylor went off to bed in the guest bedroom that she spent in every time she came. You could even say it was her room. Demi soon followed after, crashing at 11:30. I stayed up, waiting for my Noah to come back. It is currently 11:45.

A few minutes later, the door creeks, and keys jingle, then I hear a car race off. "Miley?" her soft whisper echoes through the too quiet house.

"Living room," I whisper back. A few seconds later, her petite figure shows up under the arch. "Have fun?" I smile. She smiles back, walking towards me, dumping herself on the couch.

"Noah?" I ask, disturbing the silence with my voice. Her head turns towards me ever so lightly. "Do you really want to go on the trip?" Just like Taylor, the little twinkle in her eye shows up, and I could feel a heartwarming smile spread across her features.

"Yeah; we're actually going to travel all around Peru, Argentina, Colombia, and Brazil; we're going to be studying some of the Indian tribes that settled there or traveled through there. Then have the rest of the time off to chill and enjoy the country," her smile still plastered on her face.

"Sounds interesting," I nod. "How much is it?" her smile soon turns into a frown. "Too much for my liking. It's about 8000 bucks."

I sigh, taking myself off the couch, going into the kitchen. "Knew it," I heard a quiet whisper say. I grab my purse, looking for my pocket book. I find what I need, scribbling down the information, and ripping it out. I come back, to find Noah gone, and out of the living room.

"Oh Noah," I go to the TV turning it off, walking back into the kitchen and turning the lights off. I walk upstairs and into Noah's room to find her fast asleep on her bed. I leave the little piece of paper where I know she could see it, and quietly leave, a smile never leaving my face.