CHAPTER 1

I opened the door of the coffee shop and walked out ever so slowly, my shoes were killing me, the coffee was too hot, and I just hate being me! Correction- everyone else hated me… Miley Cyrus was not in a good mood, she just took a sip of her coffee and found out the coffee girl had gotten her order wrong again. This was the fifth time in a row! Miley wondered if the girl was naturally retarded, or if she was pissed at her engagement to Liam. Ex-engagement…

The usual mixed feeling rushed through her whenever she thought his name, pushing it out of her mind she walked out further into the L.A heat and searched through her purse for her Sunshades. Damn it! Left it in the bloody car!! Could this day get any worst!? Apparently it could, just as she took five more feet a rogue biker intent on killing her zipped by and scared her so much she spilt her coffee on herself.

“GREAT! That’s just effing-great!” I yelled because I just couldn’t help myself. Soon the freaking paparazzi would rush in, snap a bazillion pictures, and probably put a whack title like “FORMER HANNAH MONTANA STAR CAN’T EVEN HOLD HER COFFEE, PROBABLY TOO MUCH CRACK IN HER DIET” I just want to crawl into a hole a die!

Oh great, someone’s even walking towards me to start the nightmare. When he got to close for comfort I was prepare to open my mouth and yell my head off cause let’s be honest I really needed to blow off some steam, and the poor guy was right in my line of fire. Suddenly he put his arms around me and walked me off in the other direction as if nothing had happen, ready to slap the living daylight out of the cheeky devil, must be one of those creepy internet stalker dudes who think he might be able to kidnap Miley Cyrus in broad daylight. Maybe he thought I was a wimp who wouldn’t make a peep…well buddy’s got another thing coming.

I pushed him with all my might but he didn’t even budge an inch, furious now with my lack of strength, and his lots of it, I spun to face my abductor and was blown away with the shock of finding out who it was.

“N-n-nick!???” I spluttered. Suddenly I just wished that instead of crawling in a hole and dying, an Alien Ray-Gun from outer space would pop out of nowhere and end my misery.

“Need a napkin?” he said oh-so snobbishly, one of the 7 things I hated about him, then silently laughed at my own joke.

Instead of handing me the napkin like a the gentleman he used to be, he walked up right infront of me and began rubbing the coffee stain off my black Winnie The Pooh shirt. The stain was right on Winnie’s faces and face was right on my *ahem* *ahem*, but seeming not to notice Nick cleaned off most of it, took two steps back and threw the serviette (yea, I know French) in a conveniently place waste bin. He looked down at me and said

“Been a long times Miles” he said in a low voice. With his new skin cut hair I had a hard time focusing on his face, and when I’d noticed it been a full 20 seconds since he’d spoken and was waiting for my reply I said the first coherent thought that came to mind.

“What d’ye think you’re doing rubbing your hands against my boobs? If anyone took a picture the media would have a field day!” a five seconds silence registered.

“You are welcome” Nick said slowly as if I’d just spoken in an alien tongue.

“You don’t understand” I tried to make him see sense.

“Don’t understand what? That maybe tomorrow I’ll be all over the news and tabloids?”

I nodded like a dog being shown a pound of steak. He smirked then let out a not-to-willing side laugh, he tilted his head to the side and continued looking at me as if he just couldn’t stop.

“Relax Miley, I don’t really care bout those kind of stuff anymore. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t really get in the tabloids anymore, I’m kinda old news now” Sad fact was that it was true, the only time I even saw his name online in a long time was when he dissed my twerking fiasco at the VMAs 3 days ago. It wasn’t cool but I hardly gave it a second though, people had said worse things than “I laughed” about my performance.

“So now what?” I asked, because my thoughts had been to scattered for that day to even be able to come back together.

“You go to your car and drive off into the sunset” He said nonchalantly.

“Oh,…right….my car”

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She looked so lost and helpless Nick thought and as he watched her look down at her feet, she looked disorganized, harashed, and miserable beyound belief. Her eyes no longer held the gleam of joy and life it usually had and most shocking of all....She'd.Lost.Weight...A lot.

It frustrated him to think that that jerk she was engaged to was paying her so little attention as to not worry or care that his fiancee was basically half the girl she used to be, literally. Nick felt no need to hide his complete and utter disdain for the man Miley planned to spend the rest of her life with, he first though Liam was perfect for Miley and even though it hurt him to admit it he was happy for her. Then the guy had the balls to cheat on her!! The slight movement infront of him brought his attention back to earth.

Miley had been waiting quietly infront of him.

"em...want me to walk you to your car?" I offered.

"Ya sure" she replied instantly.

As we began to walk I noticed she was patting her hand over her hair....what was left of it. Remembing a "We Can't Stop"  parody I onced watched on YouTube I had to admit that her hair DID look like tweety, everything else they said I reserver the right to comment on later on.

"You ever gonna let it grow back?" I asked, when she gave me a confused look I point to her head.

"Oh, my hair?" she ran her fingers though it. "Probably, I never actually had a reason to"

"Typical Miley, u need a reason for everything" I instantly regretted those words cause they sounded like I was judging when I was actually teasing.

With a smirk she retorted, " And you always had to think things through before you do them"

"Not true" I argued.

"SO true, remember that concert where it took you 2 hours to decide which jacket to wear?"

"Okay, that was a one time thing-"

"Or the time you had a headache over trying to decide whether to buy the silver and blue drum set it the silver and grey one"

"They both represented a different personality of the owner!"

"Admit it Jonas" Miley said with a saucy smile. At least her sense of humor was not lost to us.

Noticing that we had stopped I put my hands in my pockets as we stood right infront of her 2012 SL550 Convertible...I like cars.

"Never" I replied, a sad feeling came when I realised that our time together was short. It would've been so nice to spend the whole day together, just like old times.

"You will," Miley said smugly."It was really nice running into you Nick, it almost makes up for my crappy day"

"Then we should do it again sometime" I offered without thinking "to make up for anymore crappy days to come"

She was silent for a long time, too long. I began feeling like an idiot, of course she'd say no! She's engaged dumass!

"Gee I'll be busy the next couple weeks. But I'll make sure we can once my schedule clears up, okay?" she gave me a bright smile which made me hold back what I initially wanted to say.

"Okay, no problem" Once in the car she zoomed away at top speed as if she couldn't get far enough away from me. I looked down at my right hand which had been rubbing-abit to delightfully-at Mileys chest, it was still tingling from the contact. I looked up in time to see her car make a turn and then though, Big problem.

Later that night I sat infront of my TV with a bucket of KFC and a bottle of coke, trying to eat I was flipping throught channels for a good action movie to watch-hopefully either Oblivion or Elysium- and I landed on Enews, with a hiss for my abhorrence to gossip I lifted the remote to switch the channel when the sound of Giuliana Rancic's voice said "and it's official, the long time engagement has been broken..." everything else that happen next was a blur. I nearly chocked that night but the sheer bellow of joy I let out was well worth it. Then I laughed, and laughed, and laughed....

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