I drive Miley to a nice restaurant, and we have a nice meal. Afterwards we go into one of the nicer hotels and buy a room with two beds. I climb into bed as soon as we're in the room. I wince as I lay on my shoulder. Miley glances at me, worry in her eyes. I raise a hand to assure her I'm fine.

"I'm just going to sleep." I mutter, looking at her. She nods, and I close my eyes. Later something wet slides up my side taking up the other side of the bed. I open my eyes and flinch away...from Miley. She had taken a shower. I relax my muscles as I look around. No danger. We were good. She intertwines our arms, and I sigh heavily.

"Kale?" she says.

"Yah?" I answer, sleepily.

"Should we get off the road sometime?" she asks, causing me to look at her

"I don't have that kind of money, but if you want I could work towards it?" I say. She closes her eyes and nods.

"Sounds good, thanks." she coots. Someone knocks on the door and yells cleaning service. I get up and open the door. I close the door halfway, so Miley can't see Keith standing outside.

"What do you want?" I growl, quietly. He grabs my shoulder, and my legs shudder. I'm about to faint.

"What do you think? I want Miley. Thats right I know her. You might want to ask her why. Hahaha." he says, leaving on his own. Did he follow us? He was right though Miley did have history with him, and I need to know how. I close the door and step back over to the bed. She's already asleep, so I climb into the other bed. I needed some space for now.