A/N: ohhhh mann... I'm backkk! The Niley love feelings. The undesirable feeling that I get writing about my favorite couple, has found their way back to me. I thought I lost the passion, but then in the moment of weakness, with a single push of the button "Play", the relaxing chord of "Hello Beautiful" fills my thoughts. And sudden I got the sudden rushed to pushed my fingers to the white keys. And the words quickly came pouring out. It's like an Niley epiphany. It's an overwhelming rushed just to write. Like my brain went into overdrive, as I wrote.

I can honestly say, that though my love for the boys have diminished, when I listen to their self titled album, I will always remember why I fell in loved with them. Because it was before all the fame and fortune. Before the bigger world of Jonas Pandemoniac. There was a world of three Jersey boys, that would change my life forever.

When it was as simple as finding hope in a love story between two fifteen year olds. Sometimes "young love" is the greatest story ever told.

Thanks and Love to Miixaoo, for editing. I love you Chellerrssss...

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They were just two kids on the verge of finding something so much more than what could have been, so much more that the what ifs. Because when it all came down to it, deep beneath the depths of their hearts they knew what was true. That their love would conquer all.

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Prologue

"Hello Beautiful, how's it going?
I hear it's wonderful, in California."

"I've been missing you, it's true."

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The warm crisp air clung around her, the subtle ocean breeze whipping against her bare cheeks. Wrapping the fleece sweatshirt tighter around her tiny frame, Miley took in the beauty of the scene before her. Digging her bare feet deeper into the wet grainy sand, she lost herself in the coarse texture. Just beyond the shore the faint color of a vivid rising sun, slowly made it's presence onto the world, bringing on another day. She couldn't help but relinquish in the warm feeling she had come to embrace. It was another day.

Through the years that brought her to this moment, she smiled and thought back to when the things in her life had caused an uproar. She had seen it all. The Hollywood lifestyle that took a toll on her world. Slowly as it raised her up, she watched those who put her on the tiny pedestal and waited for her to fall. She was never perfect, that much she knew was true. She made her fair share of mistakes. She watched the media attack her in such a way that she slowly lost the innocence that once made her who she was. Now years later, she couldn't help but breath in the strength she had gained. From the up's and down's of her life, she pulled through and became stronger.

Even in the midst of the darkest moments of her life when she felt completely and utterly alone, she found comfort in the support of her family. Sometimes she looked back onto that winter night and imagined how different her life would have been, if only she had walked away. Would she be happier? She would never know.

But it was days like this, when the world around her was at peace, that she finds a piece of serenity. The only sound in the distance was the soothing sound of crashing waves. This place was where she could finally release all the hatred and bitterness she once felt. She allowed her mind to free herself from all the guilt and remorse. She allowed herself to be human.

Hitting rock bottom was one of her greatest failure, and yet, it was also one of her greatest achievement. It was the stepping stone to acceptance, that she could no longer hold this image of perfection. That she couldn't allow the world to mold her into this vision of virtue. She had her beliefs, but at the same time she couldn't help but push those limits. She was a girl who wanted to see the big wide world. She wanted so badly to rebel, to make a name for herself outside of what the Disney Corporation had turned her into. She didn't want to be another popstar princess. She wanted the respect of fans, for who she was, not what she could do.

She was tired of the pressure and when she finally pulled free, she lived. On the edge of the careful line that once was drew to protect her. She found herself tittering on the thin line of what she thought she knew and the big open world. And in the moment of vulnerability, she fell. She allowed the world to break her down.

But as hard as she fell, the journey she slowly made to acceptance, was the most life changing experience. It was a constant uphill battle to learn who she was and what she was made of. She allowed herself to reform her own well being, creating the rules that she would follow. She learned who her real friends actually were. And the moment she reached her destination, she couldn't help but sink into the warm feeling of pride. The feeling that she had finally succeeded. But the biggest decision she made to reach the top, was one of the hardest decision she had ever made. And with that, she said her final farewell. Turning her back on the place she had traveled so far to get to. Leaving the world that watched her in the public eye. She slowly faded into the distance. Without a single regret, she left the world of Los Angeles in search of a place for herself.

And slowly, she came to follow the calming routine of another day. She found herself in the small town, just on the outskirts of Santa Barbara, in a single two story Italian villa home on the edge of Pacific shore. She found comfort in the new world she had rebuilt for herself. The ocean was her backyard, the calming clear blue water rippling against the white sandy shores. This was her life now.

A/N: Potential? Let me know your thoughts, I have some ideas for this story. Reviews would definitely help me. So shoot me with your opinions.