Chapter One

Nick POV

"Think you can handle it?"

"Yes mam."

"Good then you will come once every two weeks." The Tish Stewart hissed at me as I nodded giving her a smile, "You will need to sign a privacy act, anything that happens in this house you are forbidden to speak about to anyone. If you're standard isn't up to scratch, I will fire you. If you leak anything to the press, I will fire you. If you break your contract in anyway I will fire you, understand?"

"Yes mam."

"Good, I'll get the papers then." She stated and stood up.

I watched her strut out of the dining room, her hips swaying to an unheard beat and then slammed the door. I couldn't believe I was here, I gazed around the amazing dining room in shock I was actually in Tish and Billy Stewart's house. They were the most famous married couple in Hollywood and between them had done over fifty box offices hits, racking in millions if not billions of cash. But best of all they had picked me! Out of all the applicants they had chosen me to be their new...

Pool cleaner.

Okay so it wasn't exactly the high-flying job I'd hoped for, but it would pay the rent.

"Right here we go, sign here Mr. Jonas, can I call you Nick?" Tish asked walking through a different door and dumping basically a huge stack of paper in front of me.

"Yes mam."

"You can call me Tish, Nick."

I smiled and looked at the top sheet of the pile of paper.

Pool cleaner contract.

I didn't bother reading it and quickly flicked through signing my name at least fifteen times before finally handing the contract over to Tish. She gave me her award-winning smile and stood up, "It's great to have you working for us Nick, and I think tomorrow you should start?"

"Yeah that sounds fine with me."

"Great okay, I'm in a bit of a rush so I'll get someone to show you around the pool tomorrow I have a manicure and pedicure in twenty minutes. So it was a pleasure meeting you Nick." Tish stated as I stood up.

"Okay thank you."

"Right DOROHTY!" Tish screamed,

I winced a little at her pitch as suddenly a maid appeared, "Will you show Nick out Dorothy. And will you be working tomorrow?" Tish snapped and she shook her head.

"It's my cousins funeral Tish."

"Oh that's right, sorry. Well I'll have to get the brat to stay home." Tish muttered.

"This way Mr. Nick."

"Thank you for having me here, your house is gorgeous. I'm such a huge fan of your work and I'm very honored to be working for you." I said looking at Tish and she just gave a laugh,

"Chivalry will get you no where in this household."

I nodded as she flicked her hand at me. I walked out the door and followed Dorothy who had her lips pushed together in a disgruntled fashion. I smiled at her and she just shook her head, leading me through the house…

"You have no idea what you've got yourself into boy."

"What?"

I looked at her confused as she opened the front door, "Welcome to working for the devil and her partner. Soon you'll want to drown yourself in the pool, see you tomorrow at one pm Nick."

"Okay bye-"

She slammed the door in my face as I nodded, Tish had actually seemed pleasant considering she was an uptight snob I didn't understand what the maid meant. I quickly moved down the driveway past the Lamborghini, Porsche and Range Rover. The gates opened and I waited patiently to see a group of people waiting to come in…

"And I was like shut up!"

I looked at the woman in front of me, big hoop earrings, blond hair toppling down her shoulders, a tight black dress and a huge pair of Gucci sunglasses. Alongside her stood the entourage of at least ten members. She was flawless in every aspect, she knew she had it and every single boy in the world wished that she'd chose him. I didn't need an introduction to know that this was Billy and Tish's adopted daughter, Taylor.

"And then he was all like…no bitch, I slept with her." Taylor stated,

She strolled past me her not even noticing my presence her entourage following like sheep, then again I'd follow her around too. She was going to be the next Tish Stewart, and at twenty-one already had millions of dollars in the bank and four houses to look after. Then I saw who trailed behind, she gave me a smile and kept walking not even bothering to ask who I was. I stared at her outfit, which was nothing like her sisters, converse, denim shorts and a white ripped t-shirt.

Hollywood could never understand how it worked, that Taylor the adopted child would be more like the Stewart couple then their real daughter Miley ever would. The only thing that proved she was even related was the resemblance and that was it.

"And I was like bitch, she only slept with you for the money." Taylor hissed giggling.

I walked out the gates, turning back a smile across my face. I liked this job already.

Miley POV

"Good afternoon miss. Taylor" Dorothy stated holding the door open,

"And then he hung up on me! Can you believe it?" Taylor hissed still on her phone and threw her shopping bags at Dorothy who quickly caught them all.

I rushed over grabbing one she missed as my sister and her posse quickly walked away and headed into the lounge room where they were scheduled to have a manicure and pedicure. I took some of the bags off Dorothy who just shook her head ready to most likely curse my sister in her native tongue.

"That girl," She hissed leaning over and kissing the side of my head, "And how is my gorgeous buttercup? Have fun out shopping with your sister?"

"It was fantastic."

"Was the sarcasm Miley?" Mom hissed walking past.

"No mom, I loved every second of it."

"Sure you did, go clean your room."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!"

Mom headed off into the lounge room as I frowned,

"It's what you get for not liking manicures and pedicures." Dorothy muttered and I gave a laugh.

"I do like them, just not with my mom and sister."

"Come on, can you help me put your sisters new clothes in the washing machine and I will help you clean your room." She bargained and I nodded in agreement heading towards the laundry, which I doubted mom or my sister could even locate.

"Hey Dot." I stated,

Dorothy's friends called her Dot, and she classed me as one.

"Yes Miley…" She chimed pulling out the clothes.

"There was a boy outside, curly hair…who was he?" I questioned pulling out some of my sister's purchases.

"New pool cleaner."

"Really?"

"Yes, he will be here tomorrow and you have to give him a tour around the pool and show him everything." Dorothy explained to me and I smiled pulling the tags off the outfits.

"You think he's cute…"

"NO. I don't…" I yelled and Dorothy just laughed.

"He's a nice young man actually, I feel sorry he got a job here." She stated,

"Well at least he wasn't born into the family like me. When he gets sick of my mom and Taylor, he can just quit." I responded and Dorothy flicked one of the tags at me frowning.

"Don't talk like that…"

"Why not? I hate my life."

"No you don't Miley, you just can't appreciate how very-"

"Lucky I am, to grow up in such a well off family." I finished for her as she looked at me. "I get it I do, but I just don't like the way I live…"

"I know you don't, you may have been born into this world but you aren't one of them. I could see it when you were a little girl, while your mom and dad tried to get you to audition for movies you'd much rather just play with your dolls and miniature guitar." Dorothy stated giving me a smile as I finished with all the clothes.

"And it hasn't changed…minus the dolls." I muttered,

"And the miniature guitar, because now it's a real one." Dot added.

I leaned back on the wall thinking about my life, some people would love to have Johnny Depp or some huge celebrity come over for dinner but to me it was normal. My sister thrived on this life, she was the apple of mom eye while me…not so much. I was the one who had forced my parents to let me go to a real school, that went on summer camps and refused to wear make up or get changed out of my pajamas to go get milk down the street.

"MILEY." Mom screamed.

"I'll clean your room, don't worry." Dorothy stated giving me a smile,

She was more of a mother then my mom ever had been to me. I left the laundry and moved through one of the what seemed like hundreds of hallways coming into the lounge room. My mom, sister and all her friends were perched on designer seats getting private manicure and pedicures, and they all just looked at me a little disgusted when I walked in.

"1pm showing pool boy around and audition tomorrow 2pm." Mom stated,

"For a movie?"

"No a book cover, of course a movie you idiot." Taylor hissed at me.

"Right then, I will be waiting downstairs a two." I stated and mom smiled, "I will be wearing some sort of gorgeous flowing dress, with a stack of make up on!"

"Great, good girl."

I walked out slamming the door giving a huff, no matter how much I tried my mom still believed I would be a fantastic actress…And I was good at acting, better then my sister. The thing was every time I walked into an audition, I pleaded with the casting agents to not put me in the movie, so they didn't'.

"She's such a little brat, I don't know where I went wrong with her." I hear mom say on the other side o the door. "I mean I even looked into DNA testing, sure enough she's my daughter…I was hoping she'd been switched at birth."

"Well at least you have me mom." Taylor stated.

Tears came to my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. I sucked in a breath and put a smile on my face, I had a twenty-four seven job of acting to please them…so why should I become an actress when I had been since the moment I was born?

A/N- So new story, more will be explained as it goes on :D I couldn't come up with a very good name so I just put my itunes on shuffle. :D Please review tell me what you think I have a outline of what I'm going to do already :)