10+ comments for the next one? It’s the same movie, but with different characters . . . ._. - - - - Weeks had gone by and Miley invested in a few books and spent endless nights up reading over the arts of burlesque. Each night as she watched the performances over and over again, she could feel her body moving along with the dancers while she walked around delivering drinks. Exhausted on her way home from the bar, she fixed the strap of her handbag over her shoulder and took out her keys to her apartment when she noticed the door open. Rushing in, she noticed the entire room torn apart and panicked. "Oh god." She ran into the bathroom and checked if her money was still there, but it gone. "Damn it!" Tears filled her eyes as she walked back into the room and picked up the broken pieces of the photo frame. She carefully placed the photo in-between her clothes and packed her belongings. — "Miley?" Nick said in surprise when he shut off his motorcycle and saw Miley sitting on the front step of his house. He opened the apartment door and turned back to make sure she was okay. "You can uhm, take a seat." He said as he took her suitcase from her hand. "I'll just make us both a drink." Miley stared at him, not bothering to wipe her eyes. "Call whoever you want. He said and grabbed the phone and handed it to her. She looked down at the phone and shook her head. "I have no one to call." "No uh, parents or brothers and sisters? Aunts or uncles?" He asked as he grabbed two glasses <b>...</b>