Nick.

When I came in the house, groceries in my hands, I saw Miley walk down the stairs, her cheeks weren't tearstained like they were before, but her hair was messy just like her clothes. There as something odd though, she didn't look devastated, like she did back at the funeral.

I put the bags in the counter.

"Miles, you're up." She just nodded and moved towards the kitchen. Okay then, not talking much. "How long have been awake?" I said, trying to make a conversation.

"10-15 minutes tops" she whispered opening pretty much every cabinet there was looking for something to eat. When she couldn't find anything she reached for the refrigerator door but I stopped her.

"In the bags" she looked at me confused "comfort food's in the bags" I pointed over to the counter. She just nodded and walked over to them.

"Thanks" she muttered looking down.

Where the hell was Demi? I looked around the living room and the kitchen, but no Demi in sight. "Miles, do you have any idea where Demi is?" but Miley didn't answer, she just pointed up, indicating she was upstairs.

"I'll be right back okay, I'll just go tell Demi that I'm back from the store" She nodded only nodded –again.

I made my way to the stairs, and got to the top floor, where Miley's room was. I saw that the door was ajar, so I decided to sneak a peek, to see if Demi was in there of course. Luckily, she was there, studying a piece of paper.

"Dem, I'm back and I brought everything you asked well, what I could find at the store."

"Okay, I'll be right down." She whispered so low; I was surprised I heard it.

"What's that," she looked at me weirdly, she didn't understand what I was talking about. "That piece of paper, in your hand."

"Oh, well Miley wrote a letter" she paused trying to regain her composure "to her dad." I should have figured, this is what Miley does. She has strange ways of moving on, I never question the, because they work; but I've never seen this one.

"Can I read it?" She gave me the piece of paper, it was folded and it said Daddy in pink. I took a deep breath, and unfolded the piece of paper. I scanned the first words, they had got to me. It was like I could feel what Miley was feeling, even if it was just for a few minutes.

When I was done reading it, tears threatened to fall from my eyes, I just wouldn't let them. The letter got me thinking about things, like why should Miley, of ALL people, My Miley go through this. She's been through enough, and I wouldn't wish this upon anyone but why can't God just give her a break?

All of a sudden I heard Demi say "Nick, maybe we should go back downstairs and check on Miley" I just nodded, not speaking.

I got up from the bed and headed towards the door. I stopped, and turned around and waited for Demi to come too. "Come on Dem, she needs us right now." I said walking towards her.

She got up too and headed to the door, but not before leaving the letter right where it was.

As we went back downstairs, we couldn't help but notice the awfully quiet house. It was quiet, way too quiet. When we reached the bottom, I looked over the kitchen, the groceries still on the counter. Demi went over to them and started putting each item where they should go.

I went into the living room and saw Miley on the couch; she was looking at a photo album. I took a seat next to her, and looked at the photos in front of her; they were all from back when she was little, not to mention, she was with her dad in EVERY picture.

"You look so happy here" I said as I pointed to a particular photo. Miley was 2 or 3 tops at the time, and she had an ear-to-ear smile. She was in her father's arms at the beach. Her body was covered in sand, and her face was covered in the ice cream she was holding on her right hand, and she was also wearing a tiara.

"That was one of the best days of my life actually." She gave a weak smile "You wanna hear the story?" I nodded and she got ready to start.

Miley.

Here I was, sitting on my couch talking to Nick about one of my favorite childhood memories. "In the 5 years that you've known me, I don't think I've ever told you this" she giggled lightly.

"Really? Well you can tell me now" Nick said smoothly. I just loved how smooth he was, there was this constant flirting between us, but it probably meant nothing to him; he had Samantha now. But, as a good friend, I decided to accept that.

"Well, I was 2 or 3, I can't remember correctly, and mom and dad had taken me to the beach. It was the first time, I can remember that I went to the beach, so I was psyched." I chuckled at the memory.

"I'd count down the days, and I'd pack and un pack every day. I had all my things ready, it was a trip just me, mom, and dad." I paused.

"You can stop if you want Miles, it's okay. I don't need to know." Nick whispered in my ear. Sure, it hurt to mention dad, but to not mention him hurt more, because people pitied me, they think that I'll have an instant break down if I talk about him. That angered me.

"No, I have to!" I exclaimed, that's when I saw Demi leaning on the wall that divided the dining room from the living room. "Come sit Demi" I said, but it sounded more like a command, she just did as I asked.

"Back to the story; I was so excited, and the day of the trip finally came, so I was –according to my dad –so annoyingly cute, because I wouldn't shut up about it." My eyes started to water, but I wasn't letting the tears fall.

"When we finally got in the plane, I was beyond happy. I was ecstatic. We were going on vacation, the three of us, and no one would interrupt dad. Well, the day that picture was taken, we were at the beach. It was my first time ever at the beach."

I dared to look up; I'd been playing with my sweater while telling the story. I saw Nick's eyes were looking right at me. When I looked into his eyes, I felt safe in some way.

"That day, at the beach, I made my first sand castle, actually, I made like 5. I'd pretend it was my village and I was pretending I was the princess and everyone bowed down and followed what I said." I smiled, and the tears finally fell.

"H-He told me that I was a princess, His princess. And he would do whatever I asked him in a heartbeat." I paused and smiled, remembering the moment "after that, he picked me up and took me to the water. It was so cold, but it was worth it." After telling the story, the tears kept falling.

"Miles, look at me, you know your dad would've done ANYTHING for you right? Well, I'm your best friend, and I care for you so so much that it'd kill me to see you hurt, to see you like this. So come on, Mi, you can pull through right?"

He looked at me; his eyes were full of hope and honesty. I had to say yes, but instead of saying it, it kind of sounded like a sob, which caused him to put his arms around me. I was enjoying every second of the hug; I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes. And out of the corner of my eyes I could see Demi smirking.

Heeeey Guys! I'm sooo sorry that it's been a long wait, but i promise that in the next few chapters i'll pay off ;) and i have a question for you guys, what other couples do you want happening in this story, besides Niley, Duhh lol. Leave your suggestions on a review. And again, I'm so sorry and thank you to all 6 of you that reviewed chapter 1 and 2 it means so much being new and everything, so THANK YOU. :D

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