A/N: This story will be in Miley's POV unless I say otherwise…

Summary: Miley Cyrus was turning 16 in three days; this would be one of THE biggest birthdays in her life. But what happens when she finds out that the Jonas Brothers are going to be on tour when she has her birthday?... And what happens at Miley's Sweet 16?

Disclaimer I forgot to do this on my other stories, sorry: I don't own anything, unfortunately, no Jonas Brothers, no Miley Cyrus, nothing.

November, 20, 3 days before Miley's big day: 9:00 a.m.

I can hear the annoying buzz of my alarm clock going off; I figure I should get out of bed now that I have hit the snooze button 3 times. I turn my clock off and roll out of bed feeling the cool air that instantly hits my bare legs, making my whole body shivers as I continue getting out of my bed.

I walk over to my closet and pick something out to wear; today I feel like not dressing up that much so I choose my purple juicy couture sweat suit. Since I took a shower last night and I feel rather clean, I decide against taking another shower this morning.

I strip from my pajamas, or what I call pajamas, and slip on the bottoms of the outfit. I look in the closet again and grab a black camisole, slipping it onto my bare back. I decide against putting the jacket on since it isn't that cold here in the house; I leave my natural curls piled up into a, very, messy bun on the top of my head. I apply very little make-up and go downstairs and am instantly greeted by the sweet smell of dad cooking breakfast.

I already see all my brothers and sisters sitting at the dining room table, just waiting for dad to come over and sit the plates down that are filled with wonderful breakfast food. I see Brandi and Trace arguing over something and I roll my eyes, whenever Trace comes home he and Brandi are constantly arguing. Then I see Noah sitting beside Brandi, looking at them like they are complete idiots, sometimes I think that Noah is older than Brandi, well in maturity. I giggle just a little and make my way into the dining room.

I sit in my seat which is right beside Noah, and as soon as I sit down Noah looks up at me and rolls her eyes adding a little chuckle at the end, I can't help but laugh along with her. No one notices us laughing so we just keep on going at it. Laughing, I mean.

I soon come to the conclusion that they are fighting about which one will marry first, which could be either one, I guess, considering they both have serious relationships at the moment, Brandi is dating some guy named Chad and Trace is dating a girl named Chelsea. I've met them both, and I'm pretty sure I like Chelsea better.

Soon enough the argument gets put into my hands when Brandi looks over at me and says, "Hey Miles, which one do you think will get married first, Trace or me?" I freeze, my eyes getting bigger by the moment, what do I say? I love them both, but to be honest I don't really know, so that's just what I say, I say the truth but Brandi keeps pushing "Com'n Miles tell me which one, I know you know, please tell me" And I silently thank dad as he walks through the dining room door, as soon as Brandi finishes with her sentence, with his chocolate chip pancakes on a plate and sits them down in the center of the table, because Brandi and Trace instantly forgot about this whole exchange and went diving toward the pancakes.

After eating breakfast and talking about what I want for my birthday, I excuse myself from the table. After slipping on a pair of flip flops I make my way out of the house.

When I hit the sidewalk in front of my house I start walking to the left, I see the house that I'm probably inside just as much as I am inside my own house, and it's only because it contains the most gorgeous guy ever, and the most friendliest people you will ever meet; It's the Jonas' House.

I can see Kevin sitting on the porch with his glasses on reading a book, "Kevin!" I scream, he instantly jerks his head up and starts running for the door "Relax Kev, it's just me" I say rather quickly, he must have thought it was another crazy fan, or paparazzi coming to capture pictures of him, or bombard him with unreasonable questions. I laugh as I replay him trying to escape and as I watch him slowly relax as he turns around and sees me. I walk up to the porch, laughing pretty hard as he says "Gosh Miles you can't do that!" He looks all serious for a minute, trying hard to act like he is mad at me and then he bursts into a fit of hilarity right along with me.

After laughing for what seems like hours we go inside and I can smell Denise cooking in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and see her over the stove listening to her iPod dancing along to whatever song she is listening to.

I decide to leave her alone and I make my way up the stairs toward Nick's room. I open the door silently and see him still asleep, rolled up in his comforter. I roll my eyes and walk over to the bed; making as little movement of the bed that I can I climb onto it, standing up. I start jumping on the bed as hard as I can, but this doesn't faze him, he just covers his head with his pillow.

I giggle and lie down beside him, yanking the pillow off his head. "Wake up; Come on Nick wake up" He doesn't even budge, "Wakey Wakey!" he turns his head in the opposite direction of me and mumbles "Just 5 more minutes mom" I laugh and start shaking his body from side to side "Nicholas Jerry Jonas if you don't wake up this instant I'm going to be forced to go get a big glass of cold water" he still doesn't move "You wouldn't" is the only two words that escape from his mouth before he relaxes and tries to go back to sleep.

I get up out of the bed and go back downstairs to the kitchen retrieving a glass from their cupboard, Denise not asking any questions. I fill it up with icy cold water and make my way up the stairs.

I stand beside Nick's bed looking down at him, cup in hand. He is still sleeping and I decide to give him one more chance "Come on Nick, if you get up now I won't have to poor all this water on top of your head" Just like before, he just lies there, un-phased and out of it. I shrug my shoulders and poor the water on top of his head.

As soon as the water makes contact with the top of his head he jumps up, eyes fully alert. I start to laugh, "Well, whad'ya do that for?" he asks, "Umm, because you wouldn't get up!" He just nods his head slowly back and forth and then starts shaking his head, causing droplets of cold water to hit my body. I walk backwards trying to get out of 'splashing zone' but he follows right after me.

Finally the water stops coming off his hair and he quits shaking; now he is complaining about being cold. "Gosh Miles, why'd you have to go and get me all wet for? Now I might get sick!" I just laugh and reach for his hand "Oh quit being such a baby Nicholas!" He makes a shocked expression on his face and hides his face, pretending to be hurt.

I go over next to him and give him a big hug "Nicky, ooohhh Nicky" he looks up at me with a frown on his face and I do the same.

"Don't be sad, get glad!" he can't help but laugh at this one and my smile returns. I brush my lips against his, but back away when he tries to deepen the kiss. "Well, what was that for?" I shrug my shoulders and start walking toward his bedroom door. "Miley Cyrus you are such a tease!" I smile and look back at him "And you love it"

I continue walking out the door but am surprised when I feel his hand lace with mine, pulling me back toward him. He puts his lips on mine and I turn my head sideways deepening the kiss. "Gosh guys, get a room" I hear Joe's voice say from behind Nick, I turn a deep shade of pink and pull away. "Way to ruin a moment Joe" Nick says to his brother and I turn around walking downstairs in to the kitchen.

I see Denise isn't listening to the music anymore and is sitting fresh chocolate chip cookies on the island. "Oh hi Miley" she smiles at me; I return the smile and grab a cookie from the plate.

I take a rather large bite from the cookie and melt because the taste of the moist cookie is taking me over, okay not literally but it's REALLY good. While I'm taking my enormous bite of cookie I hear someone running down the stairs yelling "I smell cookies! I smell cookies!" and people would think it would be the youngest Jonas, Frankie, but I know exactly who it is, it's Joe.

He runs into the kitchen with a look on his face that reminds me of a puppy dog begging for a treat, weird. Then when I hear more footsteps coming down the stairs I look over and see Nick walking down laughing, I'm guessing because of Joe's sudden outburst.

He walks over and sits down in a stool sitting behind the island and I walk over and sit in the one next to him. I take another bite from my cookie and me being totally and utterly out of the world and looking out into space, not paying a bit of attention to what is going on, Nick grabs the last bite of my cookie from my hand and pops it into his mouth.

"Nick! That was my last bite!" He chews a little, smiles and then lets me see chewed up mess. Then he says "Want it back?" and shows me again. I wrinkle my nose up and turn my head away. "Nicholas don't do that. I swear one of these days your going to run poor little Miley here away with all your grossness"

Then we hear Joe hit the floor, god only knows how this happened, and he yells out like a hurt infant "Mommy!" Denise rolls her eyes and looks over at Nick "Well it'll either be you or your brother" Nick and I start laughing but I know that neither one is going to run me off, nope they aren't going to get rid of me that easy.

"MOMMMMMYYYY!" Joe yells from the floor again and Denise goes over to him and starts asking what's wrong, just like my mom does when Noah gets hurt, hmmm.

"So, Miley, someone told me you were turning 16 here in a few days" Nick says, a smile on his face. I smile "Yeah, maybe." "So what were you thinking you were wanting for this special day?" I shrug my shoulders "Nothing really, I just want everyone to be at my party and having a good time, stuff like that" I look over at him and he has a weird look on his face "Are you okay?" He nods his head 'yes'. I give him a funny look, letting him know I'm not believing it and he goes on to say "Okay, I want a cookie"

Not liking the discomfiture in the whole conversation, if you can call it a conversation, I speak up "Well, I think I'm going to take a walk, that is what I was out for in the first place, so I'll see you all later" They all say their goodbyes, even Joe who has finally got up from the floor and realized that he is going to be okay, and I leave.

I walk down to the beach and sit down in 'my spot'; staring out into the ocean I let a few tears slip from my eyes. I'm not really sure why I'm crying, but I am. It's been like this for a while I have all these weird emotions, like mood swings I guess you could call them, I'll be happy and then sad and then mad at the world. It's tearing me apart but I've been waiting for it all too just pass by, which I'm hoping it will do.

I hear my phone going off in my pocket to Achy Breaky Heart and I pick it up, not bothering to look at the caller ID, knowing it's my dad.

Billy Ray Miley

Hello, Miley is speaking I hear a chuckle on the other line, dad always, for some peculiar reason, gets a kick out of the way I answer my phone.

Miley, where are you at?I tell him where I'm at and why, then he tells me I need to come home, I hang up the phone and look out at the sky and the water one more time, the sun is setting and I realize I must have been sitting here for a really long while.

I make my way back to my house and once I'm inside I head straight up to my room. I look at the time on clock and it reads '8:45' wow, I was out for a while, I shrug my shoulders and walk over to my balcony door.

Once outside I look down into the window and see Nick in his bedroom, it's a great view which he hasn't figure out I have yet, so he doesn't know that I kind of spy on him, but not really spy since I'm just looking at him, because no one could ever get enough of the way he looks.

Right now, at this very moment, he is playing his guitar and writing in a notebook, that I recognize as his lyric book, so he must be writing a new song.

I sit there watching him for about half an hour and decide to go back inside, I change into a pair of black short shorts and a red camisole and lay down in my bed.

I go to sleep and dream of my birthday party and if it's going to be like anything in my dream, to say this Sweet 16 was going to be awesome would be an understatement.