S o m e t i m e s L i f e H a p p e n s . . .

I checked into a hotel that night once I hit somewhere around Iowa. I turned off my navigator and locked up my car as I did a quick overlook in the mirror. I didn't look like complete crap, at least. I got to the point that I wasn't going to fix my appearance now.

It wasn't the same to check into a hotel by myself. It wasn't anything like the excitement when I checked in with my family on a tour or Logan on a vacation. I felt the real meaning of loneliness for the first time.

I picked up the phone and dialed Brandi's number. She deserved to know where I was headed. After all of her warnings, she was right about everything, and she was gonna find that out eventually. Surprisingly, though, all she did was say that she was sorry that it had to end the way it did. She was happy at the same time. As much as she was trying to hide it I knew my sister. She was sitting there holding back a smile.

In the morning I hit the road by six. I couldn't sleep at all. I re-entered Nick's address in the navigator, letting it lead me to his house until I couldn't drive anymore. My vision was blurring and I was half asleep. At midnight I finally checked into another hotel. Just a few hundred miles left. I would estimate about five hours left out of the twenty-eight hours I'd already drove.

It was a long trip, but I'd already known that it would be. I just really hoped that it would be worth it. Because if Nick didn't feel the same way – which I was ninety-seven percent sure that he did – this would all be a waste of time. I'd move up to New York where I could at least mope with snow surrounding me. And I'd already decided my entire life there. I could be like Oprah! and start a famous talk show until it got old after twenty-five years. It could be a NYC version, though. It'd last until I could retire.

I forced myself to go to sleep after awhile, counting over three hundred sheep in my head. There was just so much to think about that I couldn't sleep. I wanted to know what would happen, and if Logan was okay (I still cared about him) or if Nick would want to go out with me or if he hasn't dated because he wanted to be single.

Maybe Demi wasn't right, I thought. But then two seconds later I knew that she was. No amount of denial could tell me otherwise. Demi wouldn't lie to me.

The next day at eight I was up again, I decided to actually do my hair today. After all, I would be seeing people. I curled the top layers of my hair, straightening the bottom layers. I put on a little make-up, not trying too hard on anything because I knew that Nick liked me better when I was natural and make-up free anyways.

Finally at eleven I decided to grab some fast-food before I began the last few hours of my long road trip.

Once I actually got to Nick's house I realized that he wasn't supposed to be home all day. So instead of doing anything I decided to sit on his porch and wait for him. It's not like I had anywhere to be - my life was in Tennessee.

With each minute of the half an hour that passed I got more anxious. Then I saw him, and I knew that I made the right choice by coming all the way back here. The second that he looked my way I knew that it wasn't a mistake at all – that I was a fool for even considering the fact that he may want me gone.

Nick pulled into his driveway slower than normal, squinting at me before he turned off the car. He stepped out and once again squinted, blocking the sun from getting in his eyes with his hand.

I smiled. "Hey, Superstar!" I yelled across the yard, still just propping myself against his porch. It was taking a lot not to run to him right there.

"Oh my God!" he laughed, speed-walking towards me. I stood up, jumping into his arms. He placed his hands on my thighs, gradually lifting me up in the air until I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, smiling.

"How are ya?"

"What are you doing here?" he asked amazed.

I pulled away, looking down at him since he still lifted me up. "Well, I thought about it, and I decided that you were right. I am a washed-out popstar. And I think that it's time I change that."

He chuckled. "I think I was more right when I told you that you're full of shit. Seriously, why are you here?"

"I missed you, duh!" I giggled.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I missed you too, but you had a life in Tennessee with Logan. Where is he anyways?"

I held up my hand. It was missing the ring this time, though. "Gone."

"What happened?"

"He broke up with me," I trailed off.

His face fell. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not," I laughed. "Now we can finally do this..." I leaned down closer to his face slowly. Only this time I didn't stop as our lips connected. He kissed back before he pulled away panting.

"I most definitely still feel something there," he told me quickly.

"I do too." I hopped down. "But I knew that from when I came back."

He blushed, looking down and letting the shy part take over him.

"You should loosen up."

"I'll get right on that," he replied, sarcasm dripping off his voice.

"So, I guess this means that we're kinda a couple now..."

He rose his eyebrows. "I don't remember asking."

"Yeah, but see, I figured that this time, since we're doing things right and all, I may as well not have to wait another two months for you to finally ask. I'll just make it easy for you."

"So in other words, I'm stuck with you."

"Yup, no choice whatsoever," I smiled cheekily.

"I'll try not to be too upset."

I smacked him playfully.

"I'm really glad that you came back, Miley."

"Me too. And I'm glad that we could get a third chance at this."

"Third time's the charm, right?" he took my hands.

I nodded, "It better be. This routine is getting kinda old."

"Well, hopefully it'll be the last time we do a run-through of it," Nick told me. "So, how good was Logan? What's my competition here?"

"Trust me," I told him. "Logan was way better than you are. But that's the thing with me. I'm stupid enough to fall for you over him. Crazy, right?"

"Insane," he agreed.

I laughed. "How long do you think we'll last this time?"

"Long."

"How long though? I mean, right now I'm gonna go with two years. It's like our thing. Date for two years, break-up, then get back together."

"No, because this time we aren't breaking up at all. You're staying with me now. You don't have an option."

"Til' I die?"

"Til' I die," Nick corrected. "Until then, two break-ups plus an engagement was enough to prove that I can't let you go."

"You know, I've decided that it doesn't matter anymore. Because this time if we do give up, why even try to find anyone?" I asked. "In the end, we always end up together anyways."

"Well, then why give up?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. You're the one who always breaks my heart, remember?"

"Wherever I go, you're coming with me."

"It'll work out," I promised. "We're both washed out superstars so it should be a lot easier than when we were twelve."

"No. It'll be easier because I'm letting the world know that you're mine," he told me.

"Nick Jonas? In a public relationship? You're funny."

"I'm serious."

"Who are you?"

"Your boyfriend."

I bit my lip. I knew it was true but it was still weird to hear him say it. "Nuh-uh. Because my boyfriend would never want to go public."

"I want the world to know that you're mine," he whispered huskily into my ear.

"Forever, right?"

"For eternity," he confirmed. "Because I don't care who says what anymore; we're meant to be."

Then, as if to prove it, he kissed me again, carrying me inside. And I knew that life with Logan wouldn't have compared. Nick Jonas – he was all I needed. He was my forever, and the truth was I'd never be over him. We would always be in love.

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