Disclaimer: This story does in no way reflect the real sexuality, or even personality, of Miley Cyrus as a person, i have never met her so i do not know what she is like as a person apart from interviews i've watched. this is merely a fictional story that needed a celebrity character, so i decided to use Miley. it is also extremely unrealistic, i know, but this is fanFICTION. ie, not real.

I hope you enjoy, this is my first sort of fanfiction.


I want to tell you about a girl who fell in love with a celebrity. Now, celebrity crushes happen all the time and aren't all that strange, they happen. But this was an unusual case in many ways. This girl didn't simply have a crush, she was in love, the type of love you feel for someone when they don't know who you are but you can't help but fall for them. Unrequited love.

Not only was she in love with this celebrity, it what who she was in love with that was also unusual. You could possibly be expecting people like Orlando Bloom, or Taylor Lautner. But she had fallen in love with the one person you wouldn't expect: Miley Cyrus.

You're probably thinking something along the lines of "… WHaaaaa?!" but it's true. This girl is 18, and probably one of the oldest Miley fans, as most of her fan base came from her Hannah Montana TV show and film. Many this girl's age didn't like Miley, saying she's slut, a bad role model, etc etc. but this girl saw right through all of that. You would often hear her defending Miley, saying that she was just a typical teenager who wants to have fun, and it's not her fault that she is such a topic of discussion in all the tabloids. Kids her age that aren't famous are acting the same way – and not being dissed for it, simply because they aren't famous. And yes, this girl did understand that maybe Miley should be a better role model for her younger fan base, but that is alot of responsibility to put on one teenager, however, this girl never expected a miracle in the form of a goody two shoes Miley, and so it didn't matter to her. Not long after all of this did this girl begin to fall in love. What is also strange is that this girl – not gay. But she loved Miley. She was extremely attracted to Miley, and anytime she saw a movie, a video clip, an interview or photo, she would get butterflies. It was the worst form of unrequited love ever - the type that didn't even have any possibility of coming true. Usually unrequited love is when one falls hopelessly in love with a friend. Falling in love with a celebrity on the other side of the world sucks because at least when it is unrequited love for a friend, you still know that said friend knows who you are.

This obsessive love lasted for about 1 year and this girl couldn't get Miley out of her head. In a way it was ridiculous, and she knew it too. But she couldn't help it, as in most cases, the heart wants what the heart wants.

One day, she decided to be adventurous. Celebrities receive fan mail all the time, and while the celebrities often claim that they read them all, this girl was sceptical. She decided that she would write a letter to Miley, a fan letter, and reveal herself to the famous teen.

The letter went something like this:

Dear Miley,

I'm writing this to let you know that you are appreciated. I mean, you have a very large young fan base, but many people my age don't like you and that's sad. I'm 18 and a huge fan. I don't understand specifically, because I've never been famous, but I can assume that it's not easy. You are 17, and just want to be a teenager. I get that – not many people do. It's not your fault that tabloids seem to think your personal business is the business of the rest of the world. I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I feel sorry for you, because it sucks. Your only 17 and already have so much expected of you… it's too much sometimes I reckon.

I also hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I think I like you, more than a fan should, possibly even love. Don't worry by the way, I'm not going to become all stalkerish, I would never do that, besides, I live in Australia… logistically it wouldn't work anyway. But I just wanted you to know that you are loved, even if it is by some crazy hearted fan from Australia. I'm sorry if this freaks you out, but I just wanted you to know.

Also, just a detail that may freak you out even more, but i think i should tell you anyway: I'm a girl.

Your Secret Love.

Not wanting Miley to know who she was, the girl didn't sign her name. And yet she was still stupidly hopeful for a reply so she included her address, sans name.

She hand wrote the letter and sent it. About 6 months passed and there was no reply, and so the girl just went on half trying to forget, half desperate to still hold on. A year later and she had forgotten all about the letter, while still very much being in love.

The girl, now 19, was living alone in the same apartment as when she sent the letter. One day she heard a knock at her door. Expecting it to be her older sister who didn't live far away, she didn't look through the peephole and just opened the door, only to freeze and drop the bottle of coke she was holding when she saw who was at the door. It was none other than Miley Cyrus herself.

"Well it looks like you won't be drinking that for a while," she said pointedly looking down at my now very fizzy soft drink. Totally lost for words, the girl looked down at the bottle then up at Miley then down again, then up again in complete silence.

"May I come in?" she asked. Numbly the girl nodded her head and Miley brushed passed the girl and entered the apartment, but not before turning back to the men in suits outside the door, who the girl didn't realise were there, and told them to stay put. Miley motioned to the girl to close the door and they both stood in silence. Miley took in the surroundings, a typical young apartment; full of colour and, of course, mess. She giggled turned to the girl, who was still frozen in place.

"I like this apartment," Miley said.

This shocked the girl out of her silent stupor.

"why –um – I – you …" she took a deep breath when nothing coherent would come out and ended with a simple "huh?"

Miley sat down on the couch in the small studio apartment and pulled an envelope out of her handbag. A piece of paper came out of the envelope and she opened it up. It was then that the girl realised that Miley Cyrus was sitting in her apartment, on her couch, with her stupid mistake of a letter resting in Miley's lap.

"Please tell me that you are the one that wrote this letter." Miley implored, passing the letter to the girl. The girl knew the answer even before she was handed the letter, but she couldn't answer properly and just took the letter handed to her. She stood there for a few moments, for what felt like hours staring at the letter she wrote approximately one year ago. She then registered how Miley asked to know who wrote it, almost desperately. The girl looked down at the teen celeb in slight shock and just simply nodded yes.

Miley smiled.

The girl then regained her ability to speak, mumbling something along the lines of how sorry she was, and that Miley should just ignore the letter. The girl turned around and moved towards her bin to chuck the offending letter out, saying, "I'll just throw this out for you."

She didn't expect what happened next. Miley jumped up and grabbed the letter before it was thrown out. She looked rather distraught. She held the letter in her hand up to her chest. All she said was, "No."

The girl stared at Miley, again stunned, not knowing what was happening, she sat down at her desk chair and tried to test if she was in some whacked up dream. She closed her eyes, pinched herself, shook her head then opened them again: only to see Miley still standing there. "Yeah," she said, "Not a dream."

"Why?" was all the girl could get out.

"Why am I here?" Miley asked, "Well that's simple, I wanted to meet whoever wrote this letter. I get a lot of fan mail, as you can imagine. And as you said in the letter, most of them are from younger children. Usually I only glance over these letters, sadly, as I am generally far too busy to read them all properly. But yours, wow, I dunno. I skimmed it and then I had to read it properly. No one has ever said anything so sweet and meaningful in their fan mail letters before. It's all things like hysterical 'omg you are a celebrity and I am your number one fan' type of letters. Thank you, for letting me know that at least someone outside my close circle of family and friends gets it." She let out a breath and smiled at me, sitting back down on the couch. "And when I read that you had fallen in love with me," the girl started to go red, "well I just couldn't let that go. I've felt unrequited love before, it's heart wrenching. So I was wondering if we could talk, you know, hang out?"

The girl, whose face now resembled a tomato, swallowed her nerves and replied, "You came all the way to Australia to meet me?" she asked.

"Yes, yes I did." She replied. "Sorry it took so long, I have had your letter for 6 months now, it just took a while to organise my trip around my other commitments, but I'm here now so, first of all the things I need to know; What is your name?"

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"B-breanna Williams" the girl replied, still very unsure of herself.

"Nice to meet you Breanna, and while I know you know who I am, why don't we try starting over," she held out her right hand, "Hi Breanna, I'm Miley."

Slowly but surely, the girl – now revealed to be called Breanna – reached out to shake Miley's hand. "It's nice to meet you too," Breanna replied.

The two spent the next two hours just talking to each other, it took a while but eventually Breanna got comfortable talking freely in front of Miley, seeing her more and more as just a person rather than a celebrity. This was something that Miley had not missed and was extremely thankful for it. They didn't touch on the subject of Breanna's love for Miley yet, that would wait.

After a few hours, when it was starting to get dark, there was a knock at the door. Surprised, Breanna got up and this time looked out the peephole, only to see her sister surrounded by the men in suits that came with Miley, extremely confused. Breanna turned to Miley and said, "It's my sister!"

Miley giggled and walked up to the door, opened it and said to the guy in the front, "Hey James, you can let her in." and with that the girl's sister was practically shoved into the apartment passing Miley without noticing, and walked straight up her sister, demanding to know what was going on and why she had these suits outside her door. To which Breanna replied, "Angela, turn around." Her sister, while still very confused and suspicious, turned and gasped when she saw Miley.

"That's Miley Cyrus," Amy mumbled to her sister.

"Yepp, that's me," Miley replied, "You must be Breanna's sister; it's nice to meet you." Much like when introducing herself to Breanna, she held her hand out for a shake. But she didn't get one.

Angela turned around and whispered, shocked, "Why the hell is Miley Cyrus here in your apartment?"

"wel – I jus – I um – she c –" Breanna drew in a sharp breath. "She is here to meet me."

"uh… why?!" Angela asked, no longer trying to be polite, not that she was before.

"Because I wrote her a fan letter," Breanna finally admitted, having never admitted her love for the celeb to her sister, she was unsure of how to explain this. Unfortunately, Miley explained it for her.

"That she did, it was a letter that made me feel like I'd met her before, so I wanted to meet her in person," Miley interjected, causing Angela to turn around to acknowledge the other presence in the room. She simply raised one eyebrow in response. "Didn't you know your sister loved me?" Miley then asked grinning as if she had told a joke. Asking the one question that revealed exactly what Breanna didn't want Angela to know.

Breanna responded by sighing and sitting down on the couch, covering her face with her hands. She didn't see the confusion, then surprise and shock flash across her sister's face, but Miley did, and her face instantly fell. "Oh shit," she exclaimed, "I didn't realise it was a secret! I'm so sorry Breanna,"

"YOU!" Angela suddenly yelled, "Shut. It. Now!"

"Excuse me?" Miley asked in that thick American drawl.

"You shouldn't even be here!" Angela exclaimed, "Leave."

"I am not going anywhere!" Miley replied.

When she could see that this was soon going to become a battle of wits, Breanna stood up and told them to stop talking.

"Angela, ok, yes, I am in love with Miley, and yes I know she is a celebrity, and female, and yes I know you don't particularly approve of her because of all those stories, but you know I don't like to judge someone on those types of things. I'm sorry if this is a shock to you, I'm kind of hoping it's more of a shock because of who she is, not her gender, but, I'm sorry none the less." After Breanna's tirade, Angela looked like she was going to say something until Breanna stopped her. "Now Miley, I'd like you to meet my sister and best friend, Angela."

Miley tried again with the hand shake greeting and this time got a response, when Angela suddenly realised that somehow Breanna's letter managed to bring the singer all the way to Australia, just to meet her. Angela wanted to read that letter. And so she asked.

"Can I read your letter," Angela asked Breanna. Breanna nodded and motioned for Miley to hand it over. When Angela was done reading, she was silent for a bit. Breanna, nervous that Angela was even more confused, walked up to her and asked if she was ok. Angela nodded and then turned to look between Breanna and Miley, " So, what, you guys are together now? I didn't realise you were gay Miley."

"We haven't actually talked about that yet," Breanna whispered, "Just chatted to get to know each other."

"Just to set the record straight though," Miley interjected, "No Angela, I'm not gay." It actually shocked Breanna how much those three words affected her. "I'm not gay, but bisexual." Miley giggled as now both Williams's girls were now staring at her in shock. "Oh and also, I want to just get to know your sister more as a person before I decide anything."

"Really?" Breanna asked.

"Yes really," was the reply.

"Now, I actually must get going, I have a meeting at 8, unfortunately the only way to convince my dad to let me come here to meet you was to organise some meetings while I'm here. Luckily there were some wrap up meetings for 'The Last Song' here, so it worked out." She walked up to Breanna and placed a small piece of paper in her hands, said good bye, turned and walked out the door only to be flanked once again by her suits.

After the door shut, Breanna looked down into her hand. In Miley's loopy handwriting was the note, 'Call me, we can hang out whenever. My number while I'm in Aus: 0482748613'.

Breanna just smiled.

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A/N

I hope you enjoyed that. I'm not sure if i'm going to continue. I can if people want me too.