''Miley...Miley...Miley...Miley...'' Someone from downstaires shouted. Probably my dad. Slowly my eyes start to flatter open as I take a look at my clock right next to me. 7.00 am. Okay. What. The. Hell. 7.00 am on a Saturday. Why the hell is he waking me up? Did I miss something? Is it my birthday? ''Miley Ray! Get here now or I'll get you myself.'' Damn. I quickly stand up and run downstairs still in my jammies. ''Hey loco.'' I greet my sisters dog who was still half asleep. ''Hey dad, what's up?'' I stretch myself and rub my eyes just to make sure he knows I'm still sleeping. ''Did you forget what day today is?'' He asks kind off amused. Shit, is it really my birthday? I quickly get my phone out and stare at it for a moment. Not my birthday. Good, atleast my brain is still working. ''February, the 2nd.'' I stare at my father, still confused. ''And it's 7.00 am.'' He adds. Right. I know that. What the hell is going on? ''I know that Dad. It's 7.00 am on a saturday. My brain isn't working yet. Now, why did you wake me up? What's up?'' I was starting to get really annoyed. Why can't he just tell me? I stare at him with my arms crossed, leaning against the couch behind me. He just chuckles. ''You need to get ready. You're not going to choose a new bodyguard in your jammies, are you?'' Oh. Right, a new bodyguard. I sigh frustrated. ''I still can't understand why we have to do that. Only because Sam quit? So what. I still have 4 others. I really don't need more babysitters. I'm a big girl, ya know?'' I stated with a little additude. My dad was starting to go crazy, in my opinion. When Sam, or old bodyguard, said he wanted to quit he went crazy. He yelled at him that he couldn't do that, not now when ''we needed him the most''. I still can't understand why. I mean, in all honesty, my career isn't going that good at the moment. I didn't release aything since 2010. That was 3 years ago. My movies(that I filmed two years ago but only came out now, for some reason) weren't really a 'blockbuster' either. Sure, I'm working like crazy on my new album. Hell, I've been spending my days there. Really. And yes, my fans are still here for me. Not as many as before, but still. They are still here. The ones left, are honestly the only reason why I'm so desperate to bring that album out. Why I'm trying so hard. They seriously deserve it. I've done so much shit those last few years and they're still here. I love them. I seriously do. They're not fans. They're my family. ''Miley are you even listening?'' My dad rudely interrupts my thoughts. ''Yes.''I roll my eyes, I don't need to listen. I already know what he said. I've been hearing it for days. ''Then go get ready. You have 40 mins.'' I nod and sigh once again, walking to my bathroom.
40 mins later, I was done. My brown hair was falling on down my shoulders. I just don't feel like dressing up. That's why I was wearing some old sweatpants and a plain white cozy t-shirt. No make-up. I wan't my dad to know that I honestly couldn't care less about my new babysitter. That how I like to call them. Obviously my dad doesn't know about that. The car ride wasn't long. Only about 15 mins. ''We're here.'' my dad announced and frowned. ''Awesome.'' I quickly started to walk towards the big white building infront of me. As soon as I entered I saw about 50 muscular men. I sigh and just walk right towards the smaller room right next to it. That could take a while and I don't want to be nice to them. I want them to think I'm a stuck up brat. Maybe they'll leave them. I sit down at one of the chairs and listen to my dad greet them. He enters the room I'm in and stares at me frowning. ''You could atleast act like you want to get to know them. That was rude, little missy.'' I shrugg and just ask ''Who's the first one?'' He doesn't even have to answear cause some guy walks in. ''Hello. My name is Jason Kingsdom.'' he introduces himself as he stands infront of us. I giggle a little but quickly shut up. I just stare at him. He doesn't look bad. He's actually really goodlooking. He has short brown hair, greenish eyes and is about 1.80 cm. Obviously he has some impressive biceps. I just get my phone out and start to text my best friend, Demi. My dad asks him some questions like always. 'How old are you?' 'Why do you think you're the right one?' 'What are your hobbies?' 'How much experiance do you have?' 'What are your limits?' One hour and 39 men later my dad sends me a dirtly look and takes my phone. ''What the hell dad? Give it back!'' ''No. You've been acting like this all day. Stop with the additude. You might be 20 but I'm still your dad. And this is part of your job. So you might aswell pay at least a little attention. You're gonna spend most of your days with one of those guys.'' He spats at me and I just stare at him speechless. I open my mouth to answear but I was interrupted by another guy. I shut my mouth and just sit back. I refuse to act intrested. ''Hello, my name is Joseph. Joseph Grey. But you can call me Joe. It's a plesure to meet you dude.'' I stare at him and giggle. I like him. ''I mean, Sir!'' he quickly adds. ''And it's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss.'' he says and smiles at me. I start laughing. ''Call me Miley.'' He nodds and my dad looks at me shaking his head. ''So, Joe. Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you?'' I ask him. ''Well. I'm 25 years young. I have three brothers. One older and two younger ones. My parents are Denise and Paul. My hobbies are dancing, singing, and annoying my brothers.'' I giggle once again. Is he sure he's 25? I look at his apperance. He has dark wavy hair and brown eyes. He was about 1.80 cm. Not nearly as muscular as the once who walked in here before but still very well build. He's really cute, no doubt. My dad continued and quickly asks ''How much experiance do you have?'' He smiles proudly ''Well my dad was in this buisness too so I got in it pretty young. I was 18 when I started.'' I smiled at him and my dad just nodded. ''And why do you think you're the right one?'' ''I think I'm the right one because of my exeperiance. I'm really flexibel. I could work on Sundays, at night...really whenever you need me. And I don't care if I have to work for weeks.'' My dad nodded once again and I smile at him giving him a little wink. Hey, I could at least have a little fun. ''I like him.'' I told my dad. ''Miley... I don't think he's the right one for this.'' I just chuckled. ''Only because he's not as serious at the others doesn't mean he's not the right one. You were the one who always told me not to judge a book by it's cover. Give him a chance, he clearly has experiance and he's dedicated. Isn't that the main thing?'' I smile at him. The little diva inside of me is cheering. That was seriously one of the best answers ever. It left him speechless for a while but soon a smile reached his lips. Oh-oh. ''Okay hun. You want him? Okay, we'll keep him. But...'' Shit, I knew he was giving up to easily. I sighed frustrated ''I get to chose the other one.'' My eyes widened. ''What do you mean'OTHER ONE'?'' He shruggs. ''I thought we were only looking for a replacement for Sam?'' ''That was the plan. But if you want to keep Joseph, we need another one. One that is right for this in my , deal?'' I closed my eyes and thought about it for a minute. That's mean. But on the other hand, I really want Joe. He looks like that fun guy I'd have as my older best friend in school. And plus, if I had him I could just totally ignore the other one, right? ''Okay.'' I give in. My dad nodded and I sighed as the other guys came in. I just let them talk not really paying attention. I'm sure I'm sitting here for like 2 hours. My ass is hurting. ''Only one more to go.'' My dad whispered and I sighed. ''Finally.'' I mumbled as the last one entered the room. He was not smiling or anything. ''Hello, I'm Nicholas Grey. I'm 22 years old. It's a pleasure to meet you Sir. The same goes to you Miss.'' He introduced himself. He gives my dad and me a small nod. My dad opened his mouth to say something when I suddenly blurt out ''You're Joe's brother!'' I smile and he just nods. ''Yes, Joseph is my older brother.'' He just confirms and I sigh. Damn, he surely was nothing like Joe. My dad thought. He was smiling at him, totally impressed. Of course he is. I mean, he acts and talks like he's 40. ''Nicholas, how much experiance do you have?'' My dad asks straight away. ''Like Joseph probably told you our Dad was in this buisness too. I was always very intrested in his job, so I started practicing when I was 14. I knew how to hold a gun and shoot only 4 months later.'' Well, not scary at all. ''When I finished high school I decided to step into my father's footsteps. So I started when I was 17.'' He finished and my dad was totally impressed. ''That is amazing.'' He compliments him and I just roll my eyes. I take a closer look at him. Not ugly. Definitly not. He's hot. Different from his brother. His hair is curly, really curly. His eyes are some deep chocolate brown. He was about 1.85 cm and his white shirt flaunts his muscles really well. Not as muscular as the other guys but he has more than his brother. ''How far would you go to protect my daughter?'' I still think that question is really weird. I mean, the most dangerous thing he'll ever get to protect me from are probably some teenage girls and some crazy fans. ''Your daughters safety will be my number one priority. No exeptions. I will do anything to keep her safe.'' His short answer made my dad nod slowly. ''Thank you Nicholas.'' He nods one more time and then turns around to walk away. ''I like him.'' My dad says standing up. I shrugg. ''Yeah, whatever. So it's Joe and Nick?'' He raised an eyebrow. ''His name is Nicholas. Only because Joseph told you to call him Joe doesn't mean Nicholas wants you to call him Nick.'' I shrugged once again, who cares? I won't talk to him anyways. ''But to answear your question: Yes, it's them.'' I nodded. ''I want to tell Joe.'' I smile and my dad just rolled his eyes as he goes to call them back inside. A few seconds later they come inside. Joe shoots me a look and I smile at him. ''Joe you have the job!'' I just blurt it out and smile. ''It will be a pleasure to work with you.'' He says, winking. I laugh a little and my dad starts talking. ''Nicholas, we were both very impressed wih you aswell. So we decided you have the job too.'' He says and Nicholas nods. Please, don't show so many emotions Nicholas. ''Thank you.'' He just says and I decide to ignore him and smile at Joe. ''So, I'll guess I'll see you tommorrow?''I ask and my dad smiles a little. ''Yes, tommorrow. I'm guessing you know where we live?'' They both nod and start to walk outside. ''Thank you Sir. Bye Miley!'' Joe smiles before going out. I just wave and laugh. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.