Miley craned her neck in a desperate attempt to see over the heads of her fellow band mates. Getting frustrated, she used her elbows to force a hole big enough for her to squeeze through and quickly threw her body into it. Grunts of annoyance came from the others, but Miley freely ignored them. Her eyes took in the overwhelming crowd whom were all screaming energetically for the band that was playing, then swept over the flashing lights that lit the stage, finally settling on the performers themselves.

Miley had lived in the same town since she was three years old. Her family had moved her to Tennessee and she had loved it right away. She grew up playing with three boys who had lived just down the road from her house, but they had moved away when Miley was thirteen. They were famous now, those boys.

She had lived with just her dad and younger brother her whole life. When Miley was fourteen, her dad passed away in a car accident. Apparently, he had been asleep at the wheel. Miley had no other relatives, but her mom's best friend took her in. Now she lived in a house just down the road from her old one, along with her younger brother, Braison.

"Miley, we're on in five." Taylor, who doubled as Miley's best friend and guitarist, shouted from someplace behind her. Again, Miley had to force her way out of the wall of people. She finally spotted Taylor, who was making sure the blue strap of her electric guitar was properly adjusted, and skipped over to her.

"Ready to rock this place?" Miley asked excitedly, rolling on the heels of her signature green converse, one of her thumbs jammed into the front pocket of her white skinny jeans. Taylor took a second to flash her a thumbs-up, before refocusing her attention on her guitar.

"Two minutes!" The stage director hissed from someplace in the darkness, and Miley's stomach flip-flopped. She had done so many shows before, in front of so many crowds, but it still didn't stop the pre-performing nerves.

"You girls ready?" A masculine voice said from behind the two girls. Miley spun around to face her boyfriend of two years, Mitchell Oken. Her million-dollar smile was on her face, and a microphone was currently being pressed into her hand by the hidden stage manager.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Miley responded, as the music ceased to draft backstage. She could hear the voice of the lead singer, one of Miley's old friends, introducing the next act. It was showtime, and Miley's hands were visibly shaking. Mitchell gently pressed his lips to her forehead as an act of reassurance, and grabbed his lucky guitar.

"Where's Demi?" Taylor groaned, and Mitchell rolled his eyes in response. Leave it to Demi to show up last minute. There was a sudden outburst from the crowd, suggesting the band onstage was pumping up the energy for the next band. Miley's teeth applied pressure into her lip nervously.

"Sorry I'm late!" Demi's voice rang through the darkness. Miley squinted her eyes enough to make out Demi's slight figure walking up to them with her favourite drumsticks in her hand. "Traffic was terrible! Mom was literally thinking about switching our old van in for a monster truck." Miley snickered, along with her other band members. Mitchell's arm had made its way around Miley's waist reassuringly, and Taylor was eyeing the donut table with unmistakeable desire.

"...And with great pleasure, I would like to introduce to you my friends, Catastrophe!"

- - - - - - - - -

"What!?" Nick Grey gasped in horror. The glass his brother was holding had slipped through his frozen fingers, the sound of glass shattering exploding in the crowded office.

"No. No, you can't do that! I refuse!" Joe spat, sinking into the chair nearest him. He was glaring at his manager with an unmistakeable amount of fury.

"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. We think this would be best for all three of you. And we have even already picked out the location." Their manager was saying, but the words just deflected off of them.

"No, there is no way! They can't make us 'take a break', or whatever garbage you're trying to feed us. They can't. What are they without The Grey Brothers?" Joe asked incredulously, shaking his head for emphasis. "Nothing, that's what." He continued coldly, before their manager opened his mouth to answer.

"I'm sorry, boys. This is final. You are taking a vacation from Hollywood for as long as it takes to get your head back on your shoulders, so to speak. We are sending you to live with your aunt in Tennessee, Cindy was it?" Their manager informed his horrified clients, without as much as a hint of sympathy in his voice. "Pack your bags, the private plane will pick you up at seven o'clock sharp Tuesday evening."

"No, wait –" Kevin started, but was cut off by the sound of the door slamming.

It was official, the Grey Brothers had hit rock bottom.

- - - - - - - - - -

The following Tuesday ;

"What are you talking about? Who's coming to stay?" Miley demanded over the kitchen island while eating her lunch. Cindy, her mom's best friend since her high school days and currently Miley's guardian, licked her lips nervously.

"You remember the three boys who used to live next door to you?" Cindy started cautiously, and Miley froze. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. "Their manager told them just a few days ago that they needed a break from the Hollywood scene. I told them they could come here to get back on track. Their parents are going to stay in their LA home, so I think we should have enough space…"

"No! Cindy, I- what are you-" Miley stammered, trying to collect her thoughts. "Can't they go someplace else? I mean, why here?" Cindy looked offended, as she slammed her coffee mug on the table suddenly.

"Why not here?" She spat, running a hand through her short coppery hair. Miley swallowed hard, fidgeting with a loose piece of thread from her shirt. She didn't want those boys back here. Especially since they had left four years ago with no effort to keep in touch with her. They had abandoned her, after claiming to be her best friends for ten years, and she wasn't about to forgive them.

"When they arrive," Cindy continued, after catching a glimpse of Miley's stressed expression, "I assume you will show them around. And be friendly, please. They're not here forever."

Without another word, Miley swiftly left the room, her stomach tangled in knots.

- - - - - - - - - -

"That's the last of them." Kevin told the pilot as he dropped the third suitcase onto the cement. The pilot heaved the final suitcase into his arms and disappeared into the plane.

"Well, we'll see you boys when you get back." The boys' father said uneasily. He was uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the three of them with the restraint of only his sister-in-law, but he knew it was for the best.

"Bye Kevin." Denise said briskly, pulling the oldest of the Grey Brothers into her embrace, a few tears bubbled in her eyes. She then pulled away and nudged him in the direction of the plane. "Be good, please."

"Bye Joe." She continued, pulling the next body in her line of sight into her arms. Just a few feet from her, Kevin gave his parting wave and entered the plane, sighing. "Please don't give your aunt a hard time, Joseph. It's not her fault you're on this break."

"I know mom. I'll see you when I get back. Bye dad." Joe said stiffly, releasing himself of his mother's arms. He was still furious that he was being sentenced to leave Hollywood without proper reason. This was his home; they couldn't just kick him out! His thoughts made him angrier as he turned towards their plane. With all eyes on his rigid back, he stomped onto the plane after Kevin and disappeared from view.

"Nicholas." His mother said finally, embracing him tightly. "I know this isn't something you boys want to do. But please understand that it's for the best? We'll get you back here as soon as we can, alright?" She pleaded; hoping one of her boys will talk to her.

"Yeah mom. See you soon." Nick said with a small forced smile, before following his brothers onto the plane. Joe was sitting in the back corner, pounding on the keys on his laptop. Kevin was texting furiously, his Ipod pressed into his ears. As Nick took a seat near the front of the plane, he couldn't help but mutter,

"This is going to be a long trip."

**

"This way boys!" A vaguely familiar voice called at them as they exited the airport. The three of them were frowning deeply as they tugged their luggage over to their aunt. The time change had already gotten to them; they were wobbly on their feet.

"Hey aunt Cindy." Kevin said with a large yawn. He led the way towards their aunt in the darkness. Nick stared at her car in disgust; an old, rusted Honda civic. They piled their suitcases into the car, before getting into it themselves. Kevin took shotgun, while Joe and Nick piled themselves into the backseat.

"So," Cindy started as she pulled out and into traffic, "Did you boys have a nice flight?"

"Yeah.." Kevin answered awkwardly. The rest of the drive was just as awkward.

**

When they finally arrived at Cindy's house, the four of them piled out of the car and tugged their luggage into the house.

"Just have a seat in the living room for one moment, please. I need to make the beds in your rooms." Cindy smiled, pulling her hair into a mini ponytail at the base of her neck. The three boys obediently sat down on the brown sofa, dropping their suitcases by their feet. They took in the room around them; it had been years since they had been there last.

"Who's that?" Joe asked suddenly, his eyes squinting at the window. Nick's head swivelled to look out into the street, where a muddy blue pick-up truck was bouncing into the laneway, its headlights illuminating the street. Multiple bodies were sitting in the back, a collection of both boys and girls. What were they doing here?

- - - - - - - - - -

"I'm just gonna go change, and then we can go, alright?" Miley asked her friends as she climbed out of one of her best friend's truck. She, along with the other members of the band in the truck, had just come from another amazing concert. They were going to celebrate like they usually did after a concert, but they stopped at Miley's so Taylor could drop off her bag of clothes for their sleepover.

"Alright, be quick." Mitchell said softly, eyeing Cindy's truck in the driveway. It was a school night, so they had little time to celebrate. Taylor and Miley darted up the driveway and burst through the front door. They immediately dashed up the stairs and Taylor threw her bag onto Miley's bed, as Miley ran into her closet. She emerged seconds later in dark washed jeans and a simple baby pink tank top. As they descended the stairs, a voice from the top startled them,

"Miley! You're home! How was the concert?" Cindy asked as she followed the two girls down the wooden staircase.

"It was fantastic, Miss J!" Taylor supplied while Miley ran into the kitchen to grab some water bottles for everyone.

"That's great girls, really. Oh! I forgot-" Cindy mumbled something unintelligible, before heading back up the stairs in a hurry. Taylor looked at Miley and shrugged, before catching sight of something over her head. Three boys whom she recognised from the television and posters covering her younger sister's wall were sitting in Miley's living room. She vaguely remembered Miley telling her they were coming to stay with Cindy, but it had been before the concert, so she had pushed the thought out of her head.

"Hey, look who's here." Taylor smirked at Miley's confused expression. Miley whipped around, her expression turning immediately sour.

"Well, look who it is." Miley spat, adding as much venom to her voice as she could manage. They looked good, she had to admit. Though their outfit choice made her want to worship the jeans she was currently sporting, Hollywood seemed to be doing them well. The five of them just looked at each other for a couple seconds before Joe finally broke the silence,

"What are you doing here?" Miley shook her head in mock disappointment.

"Joseph. I haven't seen you in years, and that's the first thing you say to me?" She asked innocently, and colour immediately rose in Joe's cheeks. A horn tooted from outside, which seemed to bring everyone back to reality.

"Cin, Miles and I are going out to celebrate. Be back later, okay?" Taylor shouted up the stairs, her blonde curls swinging. A crash was heard, before Cindy appeared at the top of the stairs again, replying,

"Alright. Not too late girls, you have school tomorrow." Her face was stern, and the girls nodded. The turned towards the door, and Miley waggled her fingers at the boys playfully before heading out. And so it began.

Alright, soooo to clarify things, Miley and her friends plus Nick are all 17. Braison is 14, Joe is 19 and Kevin is 22. Miley is in a band that isn't signed yet, but they're trying haha.
And the reason the 'grey brothers' didn't know why Miley was there was because they left before her dad passed, and they weren't in touch, so they weren't informed. Make sense? :)
This was my attempt at a story, so I hope it wasn't too bad, haha. Reviews?