Part 1; Yeah, Right

Sorry for the wait! I know it isn't great and all, but long reviews make me happy.

"No, no, no, and no again. I will not--I REFUSE to be thrown into some psycho home with a person who is too crazy for her own good. I won't do it, I won't." Mikayla crossed her arms over her chest, defiantly glaring at her mother and father.

"Sweetie--"

"Ma, don't 'sweetie' me! I don't have a problem. You think I do, but I don't. Drinking is NOT a problem!"

"Mikayla, we have reasoned with you enough. Your mother and I have thought it over, and it took a lot of thinking to be able to make this choice. This will help you control yourself, and hopefully help you choose the right path. You don't have a choice. You are going. That is final."

Mikayla knew groaned, knowing it was no use arguing with her father further. "Yeah, right. Being in a house with a psychopath who has weird problems is going to help me control my drinking!" She spat. "Yeah, right. Note the sarcasm!" She hurried up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Miley sat in her room, holding her guitar in her hand, thinking about the conversation she had had with Roxi, the orphanage owner.

"You are 16, 17 in a month. You know how hard it is for teenagers to get adopted. Also, you seem to be unable to get over the fact that you MUST be open to new parents. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you in another home so you can live there for a while, just until parents are ready to adopt you."

"But, I don't want to leave here!"

"I am very sorry, Miley. You have no choice."

"I guess...I'll go pack."

But Roxi would never understand what Miley really felt. She was always so good at hiding her feelings, that only someone who had a great effect on her could dig deep enough into her blue eyes and understand her. As it was often said, Miley's heart would never be revealed. Hopefully, spending more time around others would help the problem, as Roxi had told Miley.

The real reason she never showed her feelings was because she was afraid of betrayal. She worried that others would use her, find her weakness and hurt her. She knew what it felt like, to feel so alone and unwanted.

"You have no choice, Miley." She told herself. "This is going to help. It is, it is." Miley sighed, Yeah, right.

Mikayla was in her room, looking at herself in the mirror. "Hmm...this is such a horrible outfit!" She shook her head in disgust and turned to her closet to find another suitable outfit, the seventh time she had changed that day. She didn't know why she cared--the other person probably had no fashion sense whatsoever. It seemed she was more persistent to impress this girl than ever. Again, it was a mystery why.

"Mikayla, honey!" Mikayla heard her mother calling her downstairs. Apparently, she was the last one. No surprise there. She quickly put on a dash of blush on her left cheek and pulled on a skirt. Dragging her luggage down the marble staircase, she thought about what the girl would be like. Probably a emo nerd with cutting problems. Mikayla smiled at the thought. She would show this girl who was boss.

"Mikayla!" Lilly ran over to Mikayla, now perched on the front step waiting for her cab. She saw Mikayla's face lift up as a smile plastered itself on her face.

"Lilly!" Mikayla embraced Lilly warmly, taking a last glimpse at her best friend since they were both in diapers.

"I can't believe your parents are making you leave. All of us will miss you!"

"Lilly, I can't believe it either. This is all just some crap of the year my mom and dad are getting into. Trust me, I'll be back in a few days."

"I hope not." Lilly mumbled quietly, hoping Mikayla wouldn't hear.

Truthfully, no one cared about Mikayla leaving. In fact, people wished she'd never come back. Even Lilly as Mikayla's best friend had started to get annoyed by her sharp attitude and mean remarks. Mikayla was now constantly having temper control problems and getting into fights. Her parents thought it was because of all the alcohol she was drinking. Her friends knew the truth, and that was that Mikayla had been sneaking out to parties every night and she would be extremely peevish and pissed off the next day, because she hadn't had enough sleep.

"What was that?" Mikayla still grinned at Lilly, waiting for an answer.

"Umm, nothing."

"You sure..." They both turned around to the loud honking of a taxi cab.

"I guess this is it..." They hugged again and Mikayla stepped into the taxi. Mikayla frowned as she waved a last good bye, "How much to the airport?"

"So, where are we again?" Miley and Roxi were walking quietly down a hotel hallway,

"In Atlanta, Georgia." Roxi replied, glancing out at a window. "Over there, you can see the Coke-a-Cola HQ, the only ones are in Georgia. Be proud you are in such a wonderful community."

Miley nodded slowly. She knew Roxi had been born in Georgia, but had been torn from her hometown and the rest of her family. Miley really could see the awe-inspiring part of Georgia, and she noticed everything from billboards advertising Chicken-fil-A to the exhilarating movement of buses and cars along the pavemented roads. She could see herself beginning to enjoy the blissfulness of the state.

Drifting into her own state of paradise, she bumped into another walking figure, standing up and quickly helping the other girl up as well.

"I'm so very sorry..." Miley now took time to look at the other person. Dark black hair, tight tank with spaghetti straps, a fluffy caridan, dark skinny jeans, red stiletto heels, slim body--17 years, she guessed. 17 years, very beautiful, and probably very snappy. Looking at the black haired girl's figure didn't bother Miley a bit. She was dressed, if not better, as great and as hot as her.

"Mikayla, that's my name. Don't use it up."

"Miley, and I don't think you want to be wearing dark skinny jeans AND that fluffy cardigan around here. It's over 80."

"Yeah, and I suggest you butt out of business and stick your head up someone else's damned business."

"I suggest you cut the attitude." Miley glared at her and walked back toward Roxi.

"Miley, wait!"

"Yeah?"

"You seem like my kind of girl."

Miley smiled and pushed Mikayla's hand out of the way. "I do hugs." Mikayla hugged Miley, interested at her choice of clothes.

"Made it myself," Miley replied, noticing Mikayla's raised eyebrows.

"I'll see you again, I hope?" Mikayla questioned.

"I'll see you again, if you're not roasted alive in those clothes!" Both giggling, they traded numbers and walked off.

Mikayla rolled her eyes pitifully. "That the best you can do, Jake?" She held the phone against her shoulder and stared down at the flimsy card Jake had sent her.

"I'm sorry, Kayla, honey. I couldn't fin any--" Jake was interrupted by and exasperated sigh from Mikayla.

"I move form LA to some damned place in Georgia, and I might never come back, and you send me a card?" She looked back down and noticed something inside. She slowly picked it up and stared at it, shaking her head again. "...With a cheap necklace bought from a thrift store inside of it? Are you kidding me? What kind of a boyfriend are you?"

"The kind that is just about to break up with his girlfriend. Good bye Mikayla." The phone beeped, leaving Mikayla breathless and astonished, staring at the phone. Realization hit her, and she sank deep into a chair, rubbing her temples, to shocked to let the tears flow. "Whatever," She said to herself. "I don't need him. I don't need anyone."

Despite her own words, she collected herself and reached for her BlackBerry, dialing the number she had written on her hand. "Hi!" She tried to sound enthusiastic. She really needed a shopping break right now.