Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Hannah Montana, But i do own the character Summer. This is my first fanfic so be nice. R.R

The long haired man wondered around his big house. There were memories etched all over the house. Like pictures from his two kids, Miley and Jackson growing up. His heart broke. He was keeping a secret from them both. Robbie-ray knew about this secret since his children were little. They were not that little any more.

Jackson, well he sure grew up. He was not that annoying older brother and son of the Stewart family. He was now handsome, funny, and most of all, tall.

Miley, she was now 17. and she had only gotten more beautiful.

He picked up the rubbish that lay on the floor; Miley had her best friends Lily and Oliver and her boyfriend Jake round last night. He could remember coming back at 3 am finding his daughter asleep in Jakes arms, he wanted to cut of Jakes legs at that point.

'Miley? Jackson? Could you come here for a moment please?' Robbie-Ray called up in his strong Tennessee accent.

'Yes, dad?' Miley appeared, her brother ran up behind her and pushed her out of the way,

'Move it short stuff.'

'Me? Short?' Miley argued with her brother, 'At least it didn't take me till 17 to have my growth spurt! No matter how tall you are now –'

'6 foot 2 inches!'

'Jackson, I don't care, you'll always be short to me!' Miley laughed at him.

'Kids, kids, please, this is important.'

'Okay, daddy,' Miley's knees started to shake, what if her dad was ill? She couldn't lose her dad, not like she lost her mother. 'Daddy, is something wrong?'

'No, no, bud, I'm fine, its just, you know, I did love your mother, very much, but it was, 2 years after you were born, Miles, me and your mother, well we hit a bad patch, I got into the whole party scene, and well, it ended up with me meeting someone else. I got that girl pregnant, and last month, I met her daughter, I mean my daughter, for the first time, and I've asked her to come round, in about 5 minutes,'

'What!' Jackson screamed at his father, 'I have another sister, and you didn't think to tell me.'

Miley was just sat there with her jaw wide open.

'I-I-I-I-I have a s-s-sister?'

'Yes Miley. Jackson, I'm sorry, but I decided it was best to keep it from you until you were both mature enough to handle it.'

The doorbell rang. It echoed about the empty house.

Robbie-ray went up to the door and opened it.

'Dad,' the pretty blonde girl cried wrapping her arms around her father. She had an accent. It wasn't American, it sounded English, but it was not posh.

'Come in,' he said taking the girl down to present her to his children.

'Jackson, Miley, this is Summer.'

'Hi,' Summer said nervously biting down on her bottom lip. Summer looked the exact replica of Miley, except she was blonde. Miley noticed this. It was like her looking in a mirror. It was all to over-whelming for Miley and she burst into tears. Summer just sat there silently while Jackson comforted his sister.

'I-i-I'm fine. Nice to meet you Summer, pretty name.'

'Thank you. Yours is very nice too.' The sisters made an awkward smile at each other. They looked so alike, this may have been their first meeting, but they felt like they'd known each other all their life, maybe because, every time they looked in the mirror, they basically had.