A/N: hey guys... sorry for not updating in a while. I'm not sure how the story is going to continue to be honest, because A, me and Amy haven't been able to chat in a while. and B, I've been so busy this summer. I really wanted to write as much and finish off as many of my story as I possibly could, but things never worked out the way I had planned. With summer school, work, and then my vacation, I never actually found time to get any real writing done, and for that I apologize. I had this part written for a while, and I can not even guareentee it's grammatically corrected, because it hasn't been edited. But I thought I would give you what I had written. I'm sure you guys will yell at me later, I was going to keep writing and adding on, but hopefully this would appease you for the time being.

Thank you guys for your continuous support, I will try my best to write some more when I find the time, but school is rapidly starting again, so I may not get the chance to write as often as I like.

Hopefully you guys won't loose interest.

Until next time,

T

Chapter 12

Miley found herself yet again at Nick's grave a week later after Joe's departure. She found comfort in sitting beside his grave. She didn't understand the heart wrenching pain she felt as of lately. But sitting across the fresh cut grass, beside the limestone tombstone, she felt at peace.

Walking pass the rows of flat stone graves, she reached her destination, before she lent forward. Placing a fragrent bouqet of flowers onto his grave, she settled onto the ground.

She could feel the tears building in her eyes, brushing them away quickly, she smiled, "Hey Nick... I miss you. I can't believe how much time has passed by. I never thought that things would get easier, after you were gone. But I think that's mostly thanks to Joe."

"Sometimes I wonder how different our lives would have been if you werent taken away from me that day. We would probably be married by now. But at the same time, I have to wonder if things would be any easier if you were still here."

"Joe has become such a huge part of my life now, and at the same time, I can't help but feel as though I'm betraying you. It's only been a year, and here I am. I never thought I would be depenedent on anyone but you. I mean you were my whole world. But things with Joe... he means so much to me Nick..."

"It's so hard now that he is gone... he left for New York. He finally landed his dream job, and I'm so proud of him. And deep down... I think I love him too. Is it wrong for me to love him? Does that mean I love you any less?"

The tears were streaming down Miley's face, she was so lost so confused. But before she could say another word, someone spoke, there voice was calm and collected.

"It's not wrong..."

She turned her head swiftly, landing on the figure that held the voice, before her eyes widen. There stood before her was no other than Denise Jonas, she had aged through the years, but she still looked beautiful as ever. Her wide brown eyes filled with tears as she inched closer, before lowering herself to the ground. Gathering Miley into her arms, she ran her fingertips through Miley's hair, whispering soothing words into Miley's ear as Miley allowed the tears to fall.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours, before Miley collected her emotions. Denise pulled away slightly to lock eyes with the fragile girl in her arms, brushing away the fallen tears, her voice was confident, saying the words Miley needed to hear.

"He would want you to be happy Miley, I think that's all he ever wanted. It's not wrong to love again... love is a precious gift, who's to say that we can't love again."

Miley nodded wiping away the tears, "I'm in love with Joe."

Denise gave her a meek smile, before she gathered the girl in her arms, "I know, Sweetheart... He is in love with you too."

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A Few Days Later

The memory of the day at the cemetary was still clear in Miley's head. After some reassurance from Denise, she was coming to terms with her feelings. She ran a couple hundred senarios through her head, as she gathered her thoughts on what she wanted to do. She still had doubts on his returning feelings and yet, she knew that life was too short to not take the risk. If anything she seem to get out of Nick's death was that lifes too short to not go after what her heart wants.

With quick movement, she rummaged through her room, a cell phone pressed against her ear. Making quick arrangement, she packed a single bag. Getting dressed quickly, she slung her bag and purse onto her shoulder. Checking through her purse for her credit card and liscenes, she made her way out the front door. The car she had called sat waiting in the driveway as she locked the door behind her. Running down the driveway she slid into the backseat before she spoke, "LAX."

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The flight had been long and Miley was ready to collasps as she tugged her bag onto her shoulder. Glancing outside at the large window, she took in the New York skylines, bright lights lit up the windows. Dark gray clouds swept across the sky, the storms was closing in on to the city. Running out the front glass door, tightening the thin sweatshirt wrapped around her body as the crisp wind bit aganist her skin she waved down a taxi. Just as she reached the door handle, thunder struck as the lighting lit up the sky, and then it came. Falling raindrops fell from the sky, as she tugged open the back door, sliding in. Turning to the driver she told him the address before the car sped off.

The yellow taxi moved through the city, passing the large buildings along the way. Before it slowed to a halt. Gazing out the front window, her eyes landed onto the busy traffic. Letting out a sigh, she watched the pouring rain just outside the window.

Just two blocks away from Joe's building, she stopped the driver, digging into her bag she dug out two crisp bills handing them to the driver, before she slipped out. Running through the way, she made her way down the sidewalk. The rain falling down onto her seeping into her cotton sweatshirt, her jeans drenched with rain. She reached the glass door of Joe's large building. Entering the large lobby she made her way to the front desk.

The receptionist smiled at her, before greeting her, "Hi can I help you?"

"I need to know what floor Mr. Jonas is on?" Miley said hastely, with shallow breath as she took deep breaths.

"Can I please have your name?"

"Cyrus, Miley Cyrus."

"Of course Miss. Cyrus, Mr. Jonas is on the 32nd floor, apart 3B."

Walking slowly over to the elevator shaft, she pressed the call button before the golden door slid open. Stepping into the little compartment, she pressed the 32nd floor, waiting as she watched the number lit up as each floor they passed. Finally the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. She stepped into the dimly lit hallway glancing at the door as she passed them. Stopping in front of the large dark wooden door, the gold number starring back at her, she extended her hand as she knock loudly.

She could hear his shuffling movement within, before she heard the sound of the door unlocking. The door tugged open revealing a tired looking Joe standing just beyond the doorway, his eyes widen in surprise before he spoke, "Miley?"

Miley locked eyes with the warm brown eyes starring back at her, before she spoke her hands shaking, "Hi Joe..."

Shocked at her appearance, his voice echoed through the hallway, "What are you doing here?"

Her eyes never breaking contact with his, "We need to talk."

A/N: I know I'm horrible, its the same cliffhanger. And I was going to keep writing but I never found the time to write. But I wanted something up, so this is what I have so far.

Please review and show us that there are still people reading out there. :)