Just a pointless one-shot that I've had for a while. Except not really because I already have the next chapter written so if yall review & like it, I'll keep posting.

Either way, here you go:

What the fuck am I even doing here? Nick thought as he stood awkwardly in the corner of Ashley Tisdale's 26th birthday party. Looking around the room he saw several familiar faces. The Sprouse twins, Zac, Vanessa, Samantha Droke, even Selena was here. To his left he could hear the husky yet squeaky voice he had become skilled at picking out anywhere. Turning his head he laid eyes on her for the first time that night. She was wearing a tight, short strapless white and floral mini dress, her auburn hair cascading down her back and shoulders.

Oh right. That's why I'm here.

He observed her from afar for a few moments, watching her interact with Ashley's boyfriend Scott and another 20-something year old guy he didn't recognize. He knew Scott saw her as a little sister, but it was impossible not to notice the spark in the other man's eyes as he watched Miley animatedly tell a story in what Nick was sure was far more dramatic a fashion than necessary. He loved seeing her like this. When she was happy and carefree, putting on a show. He saw Miley excuse herself from the conversation a few moments later and make her way to a waiter who was passing out drinks. If Nick was correct this would be her third drink of the night.

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her temple from behind. "Hey there" he said softly.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, quickly recognizing the comfortingly familiar scent of her ex-boyfriend. "Nick!" she squealed. She was careful not to spill her martini down his back as Nick grabbed her hips and picked her lightly off the floor, holding her in his arms as they hugged.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had rehearsals like everyday this week!" she said.

"Mi it's like 11:45…"

"Oh. Right. Well whatever I don't care I'm just so excited you're here! Nick, I missed you so much."

Due to their busy schedules, Miley just finishing up her Gypsy Heart tour, and both of them being in relationships, it was hard to find time to keep their complicated and emotionally draining friendship going.

"I've missed you more than you know…" he said looking into her big blue eyes a little too deeply for a guy who had a girlfriend.

"Well then I guess you'll be willing to dance with me then," she said, dragging him by the wrist out onto the dance floor.

Miley started out facing him, moving her hips and arms in time to the music, laughing at how uncomfortable Nick looked moving back and forth awkwardly.

"You dated me for two years and you still can't dance?" she said grinning at him. "Here, put your hands on my hips," she said placing his warm and calloused hands on either side of her body. "Now move like I move," she directed. After a few moments of awkward and seizure-like body movements, Miley stepped closer to Nick and put her hands back on his. "Relax. No ones watching you but me." As the song continued Miley could feel the tension in Nick's arms and shoulders slowly vanishing and she was impressed with the way he was actually feeling the rhythm of the song and moving so well to it.

She closed her eyes for a moment indulging in the feeling of being in his arms like this for the first time in so long. It felt so good, so right for them to be together this way. So when she felt Nick's arms pull her in tighter, she didn't hesitate to move that much closer to his warm, toned body. When she opened her eyes again she was faced with the collar of Nick's formal button up. Of course he would wear an oxford to a club… she thought, smirking to herself.

She was enjoying this moment so much, loving the feel of his arms holding her, giving her a purpose, a place to be in the world.

When she realized she could feel Nick's thigh in between her own and that she had sub-consciously but so obviously bent down slightly to press herself against it, the gasp she felt leave her lips was so breathy and quiet she was surprised she even heard it.

She felt Nick's face buried in the top of her hair and she was suddenly all too aware of the way they must've looked together. When she finally dared looking up into his eyes, she was meet with a gaze that scared her to death.

It was wrong. This whole thing was wrong of them. She needed to stop. "I-I have to go," she said hurriedly, turning around and practically running out of the dark room into the hallway and out the back door of the Hollywood club.

She stood flat against the back wall of the building; her arms outstretched behind her, palms pressed to the rough, cold stone.

On the dance floor Nick stood alone looking in the direction Miley had just run off to. Fuck fuck fuck. He thought. He knew he shouldn't have been holding her so closely like that. He wasn't a cheater. And he wouldn't be. The problem was that cheating with Miley didn't feel like cheating at all.

In all honesty he felt more like a cheater when he was with Delta than he ever could with Miley. It had taken him a while to begin to feel comfortable holding Delta in his arms, her body feeling wrong and unnatural in his.

He made his way through the crowded room into the men's bathroom on the other side of the building. He needed some quiet to process what had just happened.

As Miley got the fresh air she had been seeking, she heard the heavy club door open up to the outside and saw a figure walking towards her. Great. She thought, assuming it was some stupid Hollywood guy who had seen her walk out here all alone and was hoping she was drunk enough to take advantage of. But when the person walked closer towards her she could make out a girls face.

"Holy crap, thank god!" she said throwing her arms around her best friend Mandy. "I so needed to see you right now."

"Yeah wanna explain what the fuck that was with Nick back there?" Mandy asked.

"I honestly don't even know. One minute we're just dancing, you know, in a friendly way, and then the next I'm dry humping him in the middle of a birthday party."

"Wait wait, what? Who initiated it?"

"I don't know. I did, I guess. But he didn't help the situation much. He just kept pulling me closer and grabbing my waist tighter. And it felt… good." She admitted, looking up at Mandy, whose eyes were wide, eyebrows raised.

Mandy was one of the most talented people in the world when it came to reading and understanding Miley, so it was pretty clear to her just how messed up Miley was feeling. Being the older and more responsible of the two, Mandy didn't condone drinking away your problems. But at the moment she knew Miley just needed to forget about Nick before she did something she would regret later.

So she and her famous 18-year-old best friend walked back into the party, headed straight for the bar.

So you're probably really confused and thinking I had dropped off the face of the earth. But I'm baaaaackkkk. Don't hate me for taking forever to post again. I don't have an excuse. Review and I'll fed-ex you a nice boy who will buy you jewelry and open the car door for you. (And post the second chapter)