Don't hate me! :( I know I know, one month without updating? What's wrong with this girl? It's my fault..Honestly, i got lazy at first, but then when i was actually gonna update, i had school work, then my schools play, then after school clubs, then i had to look at some clubs for my sweet 16, and it was just a mess, and i'm not even done yet! Lifes tuff. But here's the next chapter. Chapter 7 will be updated soon! I PINKY PROMISE, CROSS MY HEART!

"You know what I noticed?" Demi asks as we drive back to my house after dropping off Noah. "What?" I question back, taking my eyes off the road for a second to look at her, than back.

"Noah changed in like, a day when we got here. The day of, she was moody and shit, and now, she turned completely around. She actually smiles!" I shook my head, turning on an intersection.

"I guess you're right. Like, the day of the beach, that was a different Noah than the one we met on Sunday." Demi nodded her head from the corner of my eyes, before turning fully to face me.

"Speaking of the beach," I can hear nothing but smirk in her tone, and knew where this was going to go. "Mr. Curly Top looked really interested in you," she sang the last part, making me blush all the colors of red and pink.

"Um, first of all," I start, looking away from her snickering face," we just met, second of all, I'm probably not even going to see him again, and third of all, um, I, uh, he wasn't into me," I stutter, turning left from the freeway.

"Oh cheya, sure, he was totally not trying to get your attention. Dude, if I were you, I'd have sex with him right then and there," I laughed, taking in my crazy best friend's words.

"He was so hot! Those muscles are to die for, and that hair, God, can I have him?" I laugh even more, turning onto the street where the small Italian restaurant is placed.

"Um, ok, Demi, come back to Earth, we're at Italia," I joke, turning off the engine. We always used to come here when I was little, middle school years, high school years, heck, even after graduation we came.

"I missed this place," Demi says, coming out of the car. "Me too," I agree, locking it, and opening the door.

"Miley!" an elderly woman, named Natalia, called my name the second I came through the door. "Demi!" she brought out her arms as Demi and I gave her the tightest, yet soft, hug we can possibley muster. Wow I've missed her.

"Natalia how are you?" I ask, following her to the stools we always sit at when we're here. "I'm good, living and good," her thick Italian accent comes to play. "How are you girls, you hungry?" we nod our heads as Natalia goes into the kitchen to get us our favorite; Fusilli with Italian Sausages, and Spicy Mozzarella Sticks.

"This place looks exactly the same," I smile at the last time we were here.

"Oh my girls, congratulations!" Natalia cooed us, bringing her pale, soft arms around our necks, giving us one of those hugs that felt like you were home.

"I can't believe you guys are all grown up and going to college!Ragazzi io sono così orgoglioso di te," Natalia said, wiping away some of her tears.

"Grazie," I replied. Knowing Natalia since forever, she taught me pretty much everything about Italy, hence the 'thank you' in Italian and how I understood what she said.(She said "I'm so proud of you guys!" For those who don't know Italian)

"Now," she pulled herself together, going behind the counter as our families filled the stools and the booths behind us. "The usual?" we all had to laugh, it's really funny how she just knows.

"Here you go girls," she placed the food in front of us, along with the drinks. "Buona Appetite," she smiled at us, going over to help someone who just came through the door.

"I think this gets better every time I eat it," I laugh, taking in a fork full of my Fusilli. Finally, I see Natalia come back to behind the counter, as I notice someone settle onto my side. Being the little nosey person I am, I take a glance at the person next to me, and wiped my head again, realizing who it was.

"Nick?" my eyes widen as the curly top man turns his head, mirroring my facial expression. "Miley?" I see his lips twitch, as he tries to fight himself from smiling. "Oh my-what are you doing here?" I ask, forgetting about the food.

"I always come here, what are you doing here?"

"Wow, uh, I was technically raised by Natalia, I've been coming ever since I can remember," I hear Demi smirk from my side, and then did I realize she was in the room.

"Oh, uh, N-Nick, you remember Demi, right?" I move away so they can see each other. "Ah, the best friend?" Nick teases bringing his hand out. "That'd be me," she shakes his hand calmly before giving me a look of "you'll never see him again right?" I roll my eyes, bringing my attention back to Nick.

"Wow, this is weird," I laugh, looking down, surprised for a split second, then playing with my food. "Yeah, just a little,"

After a nice talk, Demi and I decide to leave. "It was really nice seeing you," I inform him, trying to pay off the food, but Natalia wouldn't have it.

"You too, see you again sometime?" I looked into his eyes, finding nothing but hope as he asked that question. "Definitely," sneaking in a large, tip, I walk out the door of the restaurant, with Demi hot on my heels.

"That went so well," sarcasm obviously in her voice. "Oh shut up," I started the engine, before giving one last look at Nick, and speeding off.

That night, the only thing on my mind was Nick. I couldn't explain why I was thinking of him, or why there was this goofy smile on my face, but I was. I mean, I don't even know the kid! For all I know, he can be some kind of rapist trying to get his way with me, and if we're ever alone, he'll take the chance, then kill me afterward, duping me on some deserted woods or something.

Ugh, he won't do that Miley, stop over thinking things! But what if he does? What if he's something worse. An ax killer! Oh my gosh, I like an ax killer! Wait, I don't like him, I just met him. Wow I'm crazy, I'm arguing with myself … IN MY HEAD!

"This vacation better be worth it," I say to no one but the oxygen in my room. I'm going completely insane!

The next morning felt like I slept for only 2 minutes. I look over at the clock; 10:17 am. I don't know if I can consider that early or just a tad bit late. "Whatever," I roll out of bed, and into the closet.

"Hmm," I tap my finger to my chin, looking at the clothes I had hung up. Taking forever, I decided on my blue bathing suit, some dark blue short shorts, white tank top, a blue and white plaid button up, and flip flops.

After showering and detangling my hair, I walk into my room, to grab my sunglasses and my bag.

"Hey," I set my things down on the kitchen island, and take a seat in one of the stools. "Wanna go to the pier? I feel like going to the Shack, and just, being there," Demi shrugged, running upstairs to get her things.

"You drive," I throw her the keys, laughing, as I lock the door behind me. "Thank God we're going to the pier, I didn't feel like cooking anything for me," laughing, I wait until she unlocks the car, to get inside.

"You're really lazy you know that," I giggle, turning on the radio. "Yeah, and yet you still stuck with me after all these years,"

"Yeah yeah, just drive," Demi giggles, racing her way to the pier.

"Remind me to never let you drive again," I joke, coming around to the driver's seat. "Hey, I thought that experience senior year taught you well,"

I thought I did too. You see, the day Demi got her license, we took it out for a spin. Everything was going great, until we hit this long, empty road, with nothing but air and dirt in front of us. Demi, being herself, decided to just drive as fast as she can go. When we hit about 80, we drove into the spot where there were about 50 other cars. Our eyes widened and all we could do in the time being, drive past them, almost crashing into this old lady. After that, I never drove in Demi's car again.

"Oh look, the surf shop is open!" we ran to it, almost knocking down a couple people. To my luck, I bump into what felt like a rock. "I'm so sor-" I cut myself mid sentence as I recognized who it was.

"Well, well, well," he smirked, looking down at me. "Are you stalking me?" I spoke up dusting myself off. "Now, if I was stalking you, don't you think I'd keep my distance so you wouldn't have to notice me staring at your incredible body?" and there was that stupid blush again!

"Ha, ha, very funny." He smiles, looking down at his shoes. "Hey," a guy, probably a few centimeters taller than Nick, appears beside him. He's cute, really black hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a rocking body, but smaller than Nicks.

"Hello," Demi whispers next to me, making me giggle. "Miley, Demi, this is my older brother Joe. Joe, this is Miley and Demi." Nick introduces us. "Ah, so this is the famous Miley," I look at Joe, and back to Nick to see a really dark blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Nicky here has been nonstop talking about you since him and Frankie came back from the beach," I looked back at Nick and saw his blush come even darker, if that was possible.

"Is that right?" I question, loving tormenting the kid. "Yeah, but I can see why," now it's my turn to blush, as I look back at something random.

"And this is the best friend Demi?" Joe asks, his eyes landing right on hers. "That'd be me," she says with pride. "Well, Nicky should've said that the best friend was just as pretty," cheesy, yet something to get Demi's attention.

"Hmm, well Nick should've mentioned he had and older brother," I can tell these two were going to be more than friends. "Hey," Nick spoke up, "you guys wanna hang with us, catch the rides, and stuff?"

"Uh," I looked back at Demi and saw her give me a look that said she didn't wanna say no. "Sure," I look back to Nick, smiling incredibly big, as we followed them to one of the rides.

"Oh, can we play that?" I point to one of the booths where you have the knock down the bottles. "You sure? " Nick asks, as he walks next to me. "Please?" I look up, giving him the cutest face I can manage. "Fine," he grabs my hand gently, leading me towards the booth.

"Hey guys," I look back, noticing Demi and Joe leaving somewhere else. "I guess they're going on their first date," I joke, taking some money out of my pocket.

"Um no, I got this," Nick pays the guy, and hands me one of the balls. Alright. I take a deep breath, and shoot for the bottles as hard a can. Unfortunately, I missed completely. Nick handed me the second ball. This time I went a little soft, but also missed.

"This thing hates me," I laugh, grabbing the third ball, and throwing it, only having knocked down the top one. "Yeah, it hates me. "The guys hands me a bracelet for trying.

"Ok, now let me show you how it's done," Nick pays the guy behind the counter, grabbing the baseballs handed to him.

"Alright, if I get this on the first try, you have to buy me pizza," I knew there was going to be a catch.

"Fine, deal," Nick takes the first ball, taking his position. In a blink of an eye, he throws the ball, and knocks down all 7 bottles.

"Yes," he tells the guy to get the monkey, and laughs as he hangs it around his neck. "Now, pizza time," I roll my eyes, but I can't keep the smile I've had ever since I met Nick.