Well this is my first story, i'm really excited for all you guys to read it and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it(:

Read, enjoy, review ... let me know what you think!

(Insipired by the Song: Smile - Avril Lavinge)

Chapter 1

The weather outside was cold, almost freezing, but still they stood there desperately looking for the missing key. The two girls had been previously out partying... as usual.

But this night hadn't gone as planned, Miley had been downing drinks uncontrollably (she doesn't do this regularly. It really was unlike her to get drunk, she always has a perfectly great night without alcohol). But tonight she craved something to drown out the feeling of loneliness inside her, you see she felt so abandoned after her parents announced that they would be going on a business trip for two whole months, without her.

And it's not that she wasn't used to them being gone for weeks on end but she thought after they came back from their trip to England they would at least make an effort to spend more time with her. Right? Wrong.

Demi signed, staring at a drunk Miley laying carelessly on the pavement "We need to find that key, i don't think i can stand being outside for much longer, it's so cold!" she stated.

Her deeply intoxicated friend on the other hand, unfazed by the temperature, was gazing peacefully at the stunning stars she witnessed above her. "The flower pot has the answers you're looking for my friend".

Demi stared blankly at her friend wondering how the hell she got so drunk, she left Miley at the bar for 10 minutes, when she came back she found her blabbering all kinds of nonsense.

Immediately she wanted to take her home, but Miley didn't agree she wanted to have some fun and forget her troubles. Although Demi persisted Miley being the stronger out of the two got her way yet again. So she spent the night drinking her weight in alcohol, dancing (if grinding on random guys and whipping her hair back and forth can be classed as such), and making a complete show of herself.

Demi being the incredible friend she is, stayed just to make sure nothing bad happened to Miley, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if something did. Thats just how much Demi cared for her crazy friend. And obviously the feelings were mutual, these two girls were what you call inseparable, as close as sisters... without the constant fighting and bickering.

Scanning around Demi spotted a flower pot and lifted it up. Her mouth dropped. There she found the key, the silver pocket-sized device she had been searching for, for what felt like eternity, the thing which stopped them getting inside Miley's house. "Why didn't you tell me it was there before silly?" She quickly grabbed it from where the flower pot had previously been, "We could have been inside by now!" she whined whilst pouting.

Miley carefully stood up, while wobbling in the processing she found her balance. "I wanted to enjoy the night sky" she giggled.

"Trust you to do something like that" Demi rolled her eyes playfully at her best friend, while inserting the key into the keyhole and pushing the door open, "After you mi-lady" she requested with a dodgy english accent.

She giggled and entered "Why thankyou kind sir!" Miley joked playing along. Always inventing new ways to make eachother laugh, these two girls could have fun with nothing but a dull lifeless ruler. Yes... they are undoubtedly crazy. Yes... they could drive normal people insane with their endless amount of bubbly energy. And yes, they were probably the most outgoing, fun and exciting people ever. There's never a dull moment with these two around and that's why they were so popular.

Seconds after they entered the light flicked on. "Thanks for switching it on Milerz i couldn't see anything!" Demi thanked smiling, unaware that it wasn't Miley who switched it on. "Um.. Demi? T-that wasn't me..." Miley stuttered.

They stopped instantly, finally aware that there were other people in that house with them, two very angry people to be exact. "MILEY RAY STEWART! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" screamed her furious father.

Both of the girls breathed a sign of relief, thankful it wasn't some physco killer but still frightened at the red infuriated faces glaring at them. "I've been out, not that you would care!"

He shook his head crossly "HOW DARE YOU SAY WE DON'T CARE, WE'RE YOUR PARENTS OFCOURSE WE CARE!"

She laughed at his sudden concern for her. Her mother got up and walked over to Demi "Thank you for bringing her home safely Demi, we really appreciate it" she smiled.

Miley rolled her eyes, "How can she be nicer to everyone but me, what the fuck is wrong with me that no-body loves me!" She thought angrily.

(Everyone except Demi of course, it was undeniable that these two love each other to death)

"No problem Mrs. S" She replied with a smile. Then she turned to Miley "I'd better get going now, see you later okay?" She asked.

Miley nodded hugging her best friend, after Demi hugged Miley's mum, Tish, who treated her like she was her own daughter, much to Miley's disgust, she also waved Mr. Stewart goodbye and left. As she did she swept away the friendly atmosphere which was to be replaced with tension and awkwardness.

Face to face. Miley looked into her mothers eyes to see nothing but disappointment, disappointment in her. Seconds ago her mother had been warm and friendly to Demi, that switched to being icy cold with disgust towards Miley. "Go up to your room, we'll discuss your punishment tomorrow".

Her parents were left alone in the room after Miley had stormed upstairs to her mumbling curse words as she left. Tish her mother turned and slowly walked over to her husband murmuring, "What are we gonna do with her Billy? She's nothing but trouble" Tears started to form in her eyes, her face vacant with sorrow. He hugged his wife softly, trying to give her some comfort, "Don't worry 'bout her honey, she'll get better. Trust me she will..."

At the top of the stairs was Miley, listening to the offensive words her mother spat about her, "Nothing but trouble am i?"

The next morning Miley woke up with a throbbing headache, "Erghhh. My head is killing me!" she cried. She got up out of bed and searched in her purse for her phone, when she found it she took out her blackberry and typed in a message.

What helps a bad hangover? -Smiley

Sorry hun, I wouldn't know :P. How you feeling? -Demiii

Like shit. -Smiley

:( Want me to come over? -Demiii

Nahh it's okay, TTYL LYL -Smiley

LYM -Demiii

She signs and sits on her bed, "Maybe i should ask Liam, he'd know alot about getting drunk" she giggled to herself.

What helps a bad hangover? -Smiley

Asprin, and water lots of it! You had a party with booze and didn't tell me? :( -Liam

Aww i'm sorry babe, maybe next time;) -Smiley

Definately! -Liam

She rolls her eyes, "So fucking desperate!". She can't stand fake or clingy people, Liam acts like a lost puppy around Miley, he basically follows her where ever she goes... Last year it got to a stage where he was her own personal stalker, she got so scared she got her Dad's friend who is a policeman to have a little "chat" with him. This year he's been much more tolerable!

Pulling open the pristine white door she walked out of her bedroom.

Off she went to find some asprin to soothe her aching head, she checked in the kitchen cupboards and luckily there were a few tablets left, eager to get ride of her hangover she poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down with some asprin.

On her way out of the kitchen she walked past the huge living room with a massive plasma tv, colourless white leather sofas, and a beautiful clear glass chandelier. The colour palette of the room was white and black, chic and elegant, but everything was very fragile, it was either glass, rare, or a priceless artifact her parents picked up from somewhere extremely random.

"Miley", she heard her mum call.

She snapped her neck staring at two serious looking faces, with great hesitation she walked closer unsure but curious of what she was going to heard "Yes mum?"

"Sit down hunny", her mother smiled uneasily.

She did she was told. Looking around the room, desperately trying to avoid the eye contact from her parents; the flower vase her mother had bought years ago suddenly seemed very intresting, she breathed inwardly as she looked in her mothers eyes, hoping for some kind of assurance what she was going to hear next wouldn't be too bad. "What's wrong?", she questioned worried.

Her parents looked at eachother before continuing. "We got some news for you, and well you might not like it at first but it is for your own good, Bud", Her dad spat out.

He saw the anguish on face once he finished his sentence, trying to relax her he gave her a fatherly smile, the kind of smile that could make you think 'Hey, everythings gonna be just okay'. This smile is one she never got often from her Dad, and once she did, she knew shit was about to go down!

She rose to her feet, by now she had already figured out the news she would be recieving would not be a good one. "What the hell is going on!" she cried.

Her mum also stood up and matched her stance, arms folded and feet firm on the ground. "We're sending you to stay with your cousin, Taylor, while we are away on our business trip. Hopefully she will teach you some manners and you will come home a better person" her mum replied with a hint of contentment in her voice.

"WHAT!", Miley couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Their sending me away so they don't have to deal with me, even if they are going on a business trip i wouldn't wanna stay with Taylor anyway that snotty stuck-up bitch, she is the kinda girl who gives rich people and bad name. Always looking down at people who are not as wealthy as her but i guess she learnt that from her parents. 'Mum' and 'Dad' always wanted me to be like her... an angel. Even from an early age she outshone me in every way possible, she relished in defeating me, from being a better singer (or so everyone thought) to sports and family activites (i was never the best at sports when i was younger)."

"Miley... Miles? Your going tomorrow, we already sorted this out earlier. You are okay with this right?" her Dad questioned concerned

She snickered, "OKAY? HOW THE HELL CAN I BE OK WITH THE FACT THAT MY PARENTS, PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME ARE SENDING ME AWAY BECAUSE YOU THINK I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! YOU THINK I AM NOTHING BUT TROUBLE" She screamed quoting her mother, she paused to look at their shocked and appauled faces. Her face was no different, she had gone bright red with anger and tears were threatening to fall down her already somber face, "MAYBE IF YOU GOT TO KNOW ME YOU WOULD THINK DIFFERENT BUT YOU CAN'T, sorry i forgot... you don't even have any time for me".

She whispered climbing up the stairs, "If going to Taylor's means I can get away from you... Well then, it will be my pleasure".

Okay so sorry for any mistakes, i kinda rushed it cause i really wanted to get it up.

I know it's really boring but it's the first chapter and i was kinda like UHHH WHUT SHOULD I WRITE I don't really like planning so i don't know where this story is going ITS GWTF! How awesome is that :P But yeah that means you can tell me what you guys want to happen and it might ;D