I woke to birds singing and the sound of lawn mowers clipping the grass. It was a nice day, I could tell without even opening my eyes. "Miley," I heard Nick whisper. "Hmm," I groaned as I snuggled into his side. "Miley I gotta go," he said, kissing my forehead gently. "No." I said as I opened my eyes to look at him. "I have to go pack for tour," he told me, playing with one of my curls. "But I don’t want you to." "I need to, Miles." Sighing, I sat up, holding the sheet over my body. "Fine." "I love you." "I love you too," I replied, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Call me later, okay?" "I will," he said before gathering his things and leaving. I sighed and laid back on the bed, smiling to myself as I thought about what had taken place last night. As the hours passed by I got out of bed and got dressed. It was four pm already. I got onto my laptop and went onto youtube. Big mistake. There were thousands of videos talking about my parents divorce. All of them blaming me and my super scandalous actions. I ran down stairs and checked the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I found Trace's liquor in my refrigerator from when he came to help me on his way home from the liquor store. He must've forgotten that he put it in my refrigerator to keep it cool. I grabbed all of the full liquor bottles and went into the living room. I turned on the radio and sat down against the wall, unscrewing the top of the alcohol, pulling the bottle to my lips. My face scrunched up as the first bit of <b>...</b>