Teenage Dream

This is my first story and here I am posting it on Fanfiction. So cut me some slack guys :] The starting might seem boring but it'll get better! I promise :]

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Disclaimer: This is based of the characters from HM, the Jonas Brothers made a guest appearance, so this is LEGAL.

5 minutes. Five minutes to landing. I spent 9 hours sitting in this seat and now suddenly 5 minutes seems like eternity. Here I was, Miley Stewart starting a new chapter in my life by going to London.

Sure, I have been there before, most likely to meet my bestfriend since 2nd grade, Demi Munroe. We both got sent off to different colleges after high school, she going to London to continue her dream, Photography, and me staying in California for my Fashion designing career. It was terrible at first, living without each other, but then we eventually decided it was all for the best and that this way we would learn to stand on our own and we sure did.

But this time it was different. It was not some kind of vacation, it was the real deal. You see, over the years, I repeatedly asked my dad if I could go to London for establishing my Fashion Career, telling him that London was the place for it all. I would get an apartment there and a job, with Demi by my side the whole time. It just seemed so perfect. And now that my dad had agreed, here I was waiting for the plane to land. Just after a few seconds the plane slowed down a bit and they announced that we could get off. I quickly grabbed my stuff and began to exit the plane. Going thorugh the tunnel, here I was at one of the most busiest airports of the world. I grabbed my luggage, which wasn't easy, believe me. I walked out only to be greeted by a familiar face, with that famous huge grin that is so contagious. I drop my bags and ran to hug my bestfriend.

"Demi!"

"Miles!"

I pulled back to see that huge smile again,

"That guys checking you out." Demi winked.

"Hah same old Demi eh?" I laughed.

"Ofcourse!" she exclaimed. "You didn't think I'd change, did you?"

"Yeah, that does seem impossible."

We grabbed my luggage and got in Demi's car, to Demi's apartment which is where I will be staying until I get an apartment of my own. Sure both of us were fortunate, but we weren't like rich sluts that would bitch about everything and getting everything designer. Me and Demi were never like that, instead we found all those people pretty foolish.

"So how was your flight?" Demi asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"How'd you think it was? 9 freaking hours! Im exhausted."

"I know how you feel." She replied, smirking a little.

We made small talk, since we already knew everything about each other's current lives, it wasn't anything interesting. Lets just say Skype has played a big role in keeping our friendship strong.

A couple of hours later we were both sitting in the living room. Demi was flipping through channels on the TV while I, wrapped in a blanket was sipping coffee. Wow, its cold in England.

"Ugh, I give up! there's nothing on!"

"You think? You've been switching channels since the past hour!" I exclaimed.

"Im bored, how about we go out tonight?"

"Jeez woman, its my first day in London and your making me go clubbing already?" I laughed.

Instead of replying, she yanked my arm and led me to her closet.

After trying on what seemed like 20 dresses, there was finally one that Demi decided makes me look 'super shmexy' …whatever that means. It was typical black dress, ending mid-thigh and showing some cleavage from the top. Actually I don't think it looked half bad, I quickly straightened my hair and applying a touch of makeup to top it off.

"Miles, you ready?" Demi asked from the bathroom. She was wearing dark wash jeans, with a purple strapless top. Her hair were in their natural wavy curls and her makeup was dark, matching her outfit ofcourse.

"Yeah, just a sec." I put on my heals and a jacket because I knew that I'd freeze out there.

Soon enough, we both grabbed our cellphones and got in the car.

I know, you'd say its my first night in London and im already going clubbing? Well, its kind of normal for us because thats the first thing we do when I come over to visit. Besides its not like we're actual sluts, more like full on party go-ers. That's pretty much it.

We entered the club and I could feel all eyes on us, it would normally make me feel uncomfortable but I ignored it. Just a bunch of drunk people trying to get into your pants. We walked deeper onto the dancefloor and I could almost feel myself already getting lost in the beat of the music.

"Mi!" I heard Demi call. I whipped my head around to see her with a few other people standing right next to the bar. I slowly made my way towards them, not wanting to meet a bunch of new people just yet.

"Miley, this is Chad. Chad, Miley." Chad. Chad. Oh shit that's Chad! I had completely forgotten about him! Demi was apparently going out with this guy and they were all this perfect lovey-dovey couple. Although from the things Demi tells me he seems like a complete douche, but according to Demi he's "Perfect" Hmm.

"Hey." I snap out of my thoughts and manage a small smile on to my face to look natural.

"Hi."

"You look great." Uhhh, what the hell? Isnt he supposed to say that to Demi?

I nod, and give a quick glance at Demi just to tell her I'll be at the bar. She slightly nods back and I make my way over to the bar, " A tequila please." I say to the bartender.

My eyes wander on the dancefloor for a while as the bartender slides down the glass to me. I take it and gulp it all down in one go. It goes straight to my head and I love the feeling. Of not caring about the world, just letting loose and having a good time. "Another one please." I shout over the loud music. This time I notice a certain curly haired boy on my right staring intently at me with a slight smirk on his face. "What?" I'd like to cut to the chase, my head wasn't quite working straight.

"At this rate your gonna be done in no time." He said, that amused smile not leaving his face for even a second. I just shrug it off while grabbing my second glass and drinking it down. I could feel myself getting a little tipsy now as I suddenly blurted out,

"Want to dance?" looking over to the curly-haired boy next to me.

"Uh, sure." He seemed unsure, yet excited.

I grabbed his hand and led us to the middle of the dancefloor, ignoring the slight tingles that were running down my spine, thinking it would just be the alcohol.

As I started swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music, I slid my hands over to his neck and his hands came in contact with my waist. Suddenly, his face was only a few centimeters apart from mine.

"I don't really know how to dance." He whispered into my ear. His hot breath making me shiver.

"Well then I think I'd have to show you now, wouldn't I?" I whispered onto his lips and pulled back slightly.

Okay, I know this was completely wrong. Acting all seductive with a stranger, but hey, I was the drunk one. My head wasn't really working the way I wanted it to.

I started moving a little roughly this time, and before we knew it, we were grinding on the dancefloor. It wasn't that bad, but it was definitely dirty if you know what I mean. I really don't know, and ive never felt this before. There was this some kind of spark that was there. It was different. Yep, that's what this boy was. Different. Unusual.

Before I knew it, I was exhausted. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support and he helped me up. And I saw those brown orbs staring down at me intently, wow, Im a sucker for brown eyes.

That's when everything went blur.

(A/N: So, this was the first chapter. I really hope you guys like it. Right now, this is through Miley's POV but you never know.

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