Reality

20

Miley's POV

The house was silent; I couldn't even hear my dad playing his tunes. I have no idea where mom is; but I'm guessing she's out somewhere making plans that she thinks would benefit the industry on behalf of me.

I remembered how she was constantly on my back, making my decisions, choosing my friends, controlling my life. She even came up with the brilliant idea of bringing Nick back into my life...I wonder if she had forgotten all the harsh things she said and done when he first broke my heart.

For some reason, my little sister Noah is free from her dictating hands. She has plunged herself into the industry too...but somehow has more indepence.

I'm thinking of these things now because I'm trying to distract myself from the real question.

What does Nick mean by we have another problem? I'll find out soon, he hopped on a plane to LA yesterday night. I pictured him going back home first to rest, and he wouldn't want to talk to me early in the morning about this, so he waited until later.

I waited in my parent's patio; overlooking their wide backyard. I started to miss mine. The fairy garden Nick suprised me with, I don't visit often except when I really want the serenity. It's like I was trying to keep it special; only needing to go there when I really badly need to see the fairies.

He's done so much for me...sometimes I wonder if I have let his efforts go to waste. I know I could never done as much as him to please. I'd like to think as myself as a giver; but I can't really compare to him.

Maybe because Nick has never taken a lot from me, accept things from me...has he been the one letting my efforts go to waste?

My phone buzzed, it was a text from Nick telling me he's here. I put down my cup of tea and bolted to the front door to welcome him. He was there; looking up from his phone to meet my gaze. He smiled.

"Hey," He exposed his beautifully aligned teeth...the slightly crooked one peeking through "Miss me?"

I couldn't help but smile back and went into his arms, hugging him as tight as I could, our lips found each other and they reunited seamlessly. His lips never felt so so soft before. I do miss him.

"You should know the answer to that," I mumbled against his mouth then pulled away "Hi."

"Are your parents in?"

"I think so. I can't find them, though." I shrugged carelessly and led him in "Tired from the flight?"

"I went home to sleep," He filled me in, I was right.

"You still could use a bit of pick-me-up." I offered, he gave a small grin "Sure,"

Nick followed me to the kitchen where I prepared him coffee. The smell wafted through the room, making me want a cup for myself but know I shouldn't. The cup transferred from my hands to his, our skin touched in the process. It was awkwardly comforting, like I was crushing on him and the least bit of contact was enough to delight me...except we've been more than lovers for months. Was this a downgrade? Or is it good that these pure, innocent feelings still lives in me for him?

The talk should happen anytime soon now. "Want to take a walk in the yard? The weather's perfect."

"Sounds good," He said, getting up from his seat as I led him to the patio. He placed his cup of coffee down besides my tea "Just going to let it cool down a bit," He explained as I led the way into the wide open green.

I cleared my throat as we took our first steps onto the more patchy, less green parts of the grass. "So, I must admit..." I spoke slowly "I couldn't help but stress when you told me not to,"