EXTREMELY SHORT! I'm so sorry, but i'm sooo busy it's not even funny! But school's almost over, June 17th! But then I have my sweet 16 party which is June 18th :/ But i'm a;ready working on the next few chapters! Please don't kill me, even if i deserve it, but just read it! :D

"I dare you," He challenges me. "I just don't think you'll do it," he leans back, giving me his famous smirk, daring me. "I still dare you," accepting his challenge, I take a pepperoni, a french fry, and grab his milk shake.

"Fine," I grab the pepperoni covered fry, and dip it in the strawberry milkshake in front of me. Chewing as fast as possible, I finally swallow, laughing at Nick's facial expression. "Done,"

"You have guts, let me tell you that!" He gets up from his place in the booth, grabbing our stuff, and throwing it out. "Gah, I'm stuffed," I pat my stomach showing my expression, smiling as I hear a light giggle from his part.

"Me too; I think I might just die from how bloated I am!"

"You're not bloated, you have like a rock hard stomach; I should know, I keep bumping into it every time I see you."

"Don't be jealous; I know you want these," I stop, looking him up and down, before bursting out in laughter. "Deny it all you want, I know you still want them,"

"Whatever," I muster, settling down. "Ooh look!" I point out to a photo booth next to one of the many booths down here.

"A fat guy?" confused, I stare at my direction again, bursting out laughing noticing the fat guy eating a cheese steak next to the photo booth. "No you dummy!" I slap him, pointing again. "The booth!"

"Oh, well that makes more sense." I grab his arm, running towards the photo booth. "Come on!" I yank the curtain, and settle in, pulling Nick next to me. I put in the precise money it is asking for, figuring out which frame to use.

"Let's use the faded out one, that one's cool," Nick suggest. Pressing the button, I settle myself down. "At the last minute, make a funny face."

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I made the funniest face I could think of, right at the blink. The next one is me hiding Nick's eyes. After that was making monkey faces. The fourth was us just goofing off. Finally the last one, was us sitting close as possible, and smiling.

"I like these," I smile, looking up at him. He looks down at me, and I get lost again. "Um, I, um, I think we should get the pictures," Nick nods his head, and leaves out first, grabbing the pictures.

"These are pretty funny," I take one of them from his left hand, and examine them. Just between you and me, the last one's my favorite.

"Miley!" I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I find Demi and Joe, and a big turtle by Demi's side.

"Hey guys," Nick greets. "We've been looking everywhere for you!" Joe exclaims. "Yeah, I think you did a pretty good job finding us at the dart booth," he points to the turtle.

"Actually Nicholas, I got this in the baseball booth thank you very much." Joe states, standing his grown. "Anyway, we have to get going, we promised mom to pick up some things back and it's already 9:30,"

"Alright," Nick turns to me. "Well, this was a pretty good night." I nod, agreeing. "Let's do this again?"

"I'll make sure to bump into you," I joke, hugging him. "Here, this was actually for you," he takes out the monkey hanging from one of his pockets.

"Thank you," I take the monkey, bringing it close to me. "Bye," I smile, waving off as the two brothers walk into the far distant.

Demi and I walk in silence, letting the noise of laughter and chatter be just noise, and nothing else, just a simple background noise while we concentrate our thoughts.

He's cute, really cute, more than cute, but he's cute. Someone I can see myself being friends with or more than friends with in the future; someone who can be by my side when I need them; much like Demi, but someone different.

But I can't help but notice that something's missing; something he's not willing to share anytime soon. I know this will bug me until I find out but I can't push him if he doesn't want to tell me, or doesn't feel right telling me now because we just met. But whatever it is, I hope he can tell me so I can help him with whatever he needs help with.

"He likes you," Demi nudges me as we walk on the silent board walk, the sound of the waves now filling the place of everything at the carnival. "Joe told me," she nudges me once again.

"He's cute," I muster up to say, looking down at my walking feet, and the dark wood that looks a little bit glowing because of the moon light.

"And he likes you," Demi informs me again, making my cheeks a chrisom red.

"Whatever," I snort, looking back up again. "We should head home," I turn around, heading back towards the carnival and away from the peacefulness.

"You can't ignore it you know."

"Ignore what?"

"Feelings."

"I don't ignore my feelings."

"Yes you do. I know you Miles, you ignore your feelings, like you're doing right now," Demi giggles, kicking the sand.

"I'm not ignoring anything."

"He likes you."

"And?"

"Ignoring," she sing-songs, making me look down in embarrassment. I roll my eyes, looking up to find our way out of the craziness.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"If you don't ignore your feelings, then yes, I would be glad to talk about this tomorrow," she smiled, patting my back in a sarcastic way.

"How does Joe know he likes me?"

"Nick can't stop talking about you," I blush, finding the parking lot. "You guys should hang out all by yourselves,"

"We already kinda did."

"No, I arrived with you and now I'm leaving with you, technically, I was with you the whole day, just not in person, but in spirit. I meant to arrive with himand then leave with him. Get it now?" she knocks on my head, opening the now unlocked door.

"Crystal," I say, rubbing my head as I felt the tiny throbbing. So he likes me huh?

The next morning I wake up to the sound of my buzzing phone on my nightstand. I look over at the clock; 12:04. Well, I slept in.

"Hello?" I answer, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Please tell me you just woke up and don't have a cold because I have amazing news para ti amor," the sweet sound of Sebastian's voice rings through my ears.

"I missed you too," I joke, rubbing my eyes, and sitting up straighter. "And yeah, I just woke up, thanks for that by the way," I laugh, yawning at the end.

"Love you, now listen, I'm going to head to LA this week, and you will not believe why!" he gushes. "Ok, so remember how Demi told you someone's agent was going to call for an appointment with you, and that certain someone was famous?"

To say my heart was racing was the understatement of the century, my heart was going 500000 light years miles or whatever you call that!

"Yeah?" I ask with caution, not getting my hopes up too high in case they come crashing down.

"Well, that certain somebody called and wanted you, Miley Cyrus, to meet with the one and only Beyoncé and design her next Grammy dress!"

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?"I scream, hopping out of bed, my heart pounding, and almost exploding out of my chest.

"YES! I was like, esperate, I have to call Miles and tell her! So I did! This is your break through Miles! Imagine how many celebrities will be calling just to have you design their dress!"

"Wait, how did Beyonce even know about me?"

"Hello? You're pretty famous on the East coast amor, and don't forget, she lives in the big apple, she wouldn't miss it,"

"Ok, so this is amazing, I have to tell Nick! Wait, no, I-uh, I mean, Demi, I have to tell Demi!"

"Oh la la, Nick? Who's that?" Sebastian teases, making me blush even a deeper color of red than last night.

"No one, his name just slipped my mouth that's all." I try to cover up, laughing a little too hard at the end for the matter.

"If he just slipped out of your mouth then he must have been in your head; so spill it!"