Okay, this is my first fanfic that I've published because I've been collecting a lot of ideas (and information). I just want to say that most of the dates in here are pretty accurate, although some of them I made up with in the time frame I was given. I hope you guys like it! Please review, I'd really like the feedback and I'll need 3 to continue. Thanks!
September 7, 2006
"I've got a way of knowing when something is right, I feel like I must have known you in another life. Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes.
Now I can't wait to see you again," came a sweet voice from inside the room with the door covered with posters of Ashlee Simpson, Hilary Duff, and Fall Out Boy.
"Knock, knock," said a voice from the outside.
"Hey Brandi, come on in," her sister said.
"You need some harmonies?" Brandi asked.
"I guess," she drifted off.
"What's wrong, Miles?" asked her big sister as she walked over to Miley's bed.
"Nothing," Miley hurriedly said.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," Brandi retorted.
"Fine, it's just that I'm singing this song about how I can't wait to see someone again, but I haven't felt that way with anyone since Brad. And I can't write a song about him," Miley spilled out.
"Why not?" Brandi sort of chuckled.
"This isn't funny. And he's too depressing for me to write about. It's like, I've got this who scene in my head about how it would be if I met someone like this, you know? Instead of writing about something that happened to me, I'm writing about something that I've made up in my head! Brandi, I don't think that's normal!" she screamed.
"Of course it's normal, Miley. There's nothing wrong with writing about something you want to happen."
"I guess. I just wish I could meet somebody. I love my family and all, but sometimes I want a boy!" whined the teen pop sensation.
"It'll happen, I promise. Now come on, let's work on this song. What do you have so far?" her sister asked.
"A verse," Miley laughed.
"Well, let's fix that and surprise your dad with a new song," said Brandi, picking up her guitar. "Where do you want to start?"
"Let's go for a first verse, huh?" Miley joked as she was getting her guitar as well.
"Sing the other verse again for me?" Brandi asked as she was warming up her fingers. Miley sang and Brandi got a great idea.
"The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down," Brandi sang with a guitar melody.
"I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about," Miley sang back at her sister.
"That's cute."
"Hey! I thought so!" Miley retaliated and threw a pick at Brandi. Before long the throwing of picks had escalated to pillows and one that Brandi ducked from hit Billy Ray right in the face as he stood in the doorway.
"Sorry Daddy!" Miley half-laughed while trying to look really sorry.
"I'm sure you are. I heard music and I wanted to see how things were going up here," her father said.
"Things are good. I'm helping her with a new song," Brandi said, picking up some of the pillows and putting them back on Miley's bed.
"Things are good," his daughter with the tapping foot said impatiently.
"You want me to leave?" he asked, looking hurt and grabbing his heart.
"Oh, please, Dad. We were having a moment here," she looked at Brandi and almost started laughing again.
"Is that what you guys are calling it now-a-days? That's fine. Dinner's gonna be ready in about an hour. Try to work on the song, though?" he said, backing out of the doorway.
"Yeah, we will," said Miley, walking to the door to shut it. Billy Ray walked away and as Miley shut the door and turned back around Brandi threw another pillow at her head. "HEY!"
"Hey yourself. Come on now, let's work on this," Brandi said as she pulled out Miley's notebook from her desk drawer.
"Do you know where everything is in my room?" Miley questioned with her hands on her hips.
"It was a good guess. You are my sister and we share more than just round faces and full lips, Miles. That's where mine is."
"Gotcha! Now I know where yours is!"
"Nice try. My drawers happen to lock, though," Brandi rolled her eyes.
"You would," Miley joked with an evil look on her face. She sat on her bed, guitar in her arms and she just couldn't play. She fell backwards onto her bed and just lied there. Brandi set hers down and came to lay next to Miley. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at her sister.
"What's wrong, Smiley?" Brandi joked as she wiped the tear from Miley's face.
"I'm just really lucky to have all of this. I'm not even 14 yet and I have so much. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve it," she said in a hoarse voice.
"You deserve everything good that happens to you, Miley. You are amazing."
"You're not so bad yourself," Miley choked out a small giggle.
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September 18, 2006
"You left without a single word, not even sorry. It might've hurt worse to hear you say, 'I'm leaving, goodbye.' But your smile still makes my heart sing, another sad song. I can't forget it, I won't regret it; cause I'm still in love with you," the lead singer belted out, and then stopped as the music continued.
"Now what," spouted his older brother.
"I don't think we should have written this song," said Joe.
"Come on Joe, it's a great song. This is what we do, we put ourselves out there and people love us for it," said his younger brother.
"Oh, little Nicky, you wouldn't understand," said Joe.
"Don't go all 'big brother' with him, Joe. Just sing the song," said Kevin.
"I need a break," said Joe.
"Fine. We probably need a break anyway," Nick said putting his guitar down. Joe walked out of the room and Kevin and Nick sat on Nick's bed. The usually practiced in Nick and Joe's room, since it was a little bigger than Kevin's since two of them shared.
"I don't understand. We've written stuff all the time about personal things. Why does this one bother him so much?" Nick asked his oldest brother.
"Let's see, it's call "Still in Love With You," and he's obviously not over Nina because he still calls her everyday. That'd probably be why," Kevin said.
"I guess. He really needs to suck it up though. I feel for him, but we can't keep stopping practice every time Joe gets emotional," Nick said.
"He does get like this a lot. Sometimes I really want to just hit him and say--" Kevin stopped speaking as he was interrupted.
"What did you want to say to me?" Joe asked, standing in the doorway.
"I just wish you weren't all moody all the time. It's like having a freaking sister sometimes!" Kevin said.
"A sister, huh? That's what you think of me. Nice," Joe replied as he lunged for Kevin. Kevin dodged Joe's body being flown at him, but Joe did hit a target, his younger brother. Nick lied beneath Joe trying to catch his breath but he couldn't until he finally pushed Joe off of him.
"Nick, you are really getting strong, you know that?" Joe said.
"I have to be just in case of situations like that, where my fat brother lands on top of me and I'm suffocating," Nick replied while standing up and smoothing out his shirt.
"Are you two done? We need to finish up and get to the studio. We need to be there in 2 hours," Kevin said.
"Thanks 'Momager'" Joe retorted as he sat down on his bed.
"I'm going to order some Chinese, you guys want anything?" asked Kevin as he started to walk out of the room.
"No, I'm okay, but thanks," said Nick, laying down on his bed and pulling out a book. "I'm going to read until we need to leave.
"I'll just eat yours," said Joe.
"Gee, thanks," Kevin shouted as he walked down the hall and to his room to call from his phone. Joe turned on the TV and turned it up. Nick looked annoyed but tried to ignore it, until Joe put on the Disney channel and got up and started singing the new Hannah Montana song.
"Chilling out, take it slow, then you rock out the show, you get the BEST--"
"Joe, do you mind?" Nick asked, not even looking at his brother.
"No, not at all, you can read your book, it's not going to bother me."
"I'm serious. Turn it down, please."
"You're always so polite. Who raised you?" said Joe, turning down the TV a little.
"Apparently not a pack of wolves like the ones that raised you," Nick said, chuckling to himself.
"Nice one. Low blow. Clever. Original. Smart--" Joe rambled off.
"That's enough," Nick interrupted.
"I don't get it. She's so hott," Joe said, looking at the TV again.
"Who?"
"Hannah Montana, bro! Look at her," his brother said in a trance, mesmerized by the television screen.
"I guess. I like her brown hair better, though. The real deal, ya know?" Nick replied.
"Not me. Blondes are definitely my thing."
"To each his own," Nick said, going back to his book.
"I bet we get to meet her soon," Joe started again, unaware that Nick had started reading.
"Okay…" Nick replied, not paying much attention.
"You don't want to?" Joe asked, a shocked expression on his face.
"I'm not opposed to it, but I'm not going to stalk her or anything like you would," Nick joked.
"I wouldn't stalk her," Joe said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh no?" Nick asked, still not looking up from his book.
"Nope, I'd have someone do it for me," Joe said, turning back to the TV and turning up the volume again.
Nick just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore it, but that laugh, and not the one coming from his obnoxious older brother, but the one coming from the beauty on the screen, was the cutest thing he'd ever heard in his life.
