A/N: So it's sort of based on Carrie Underwood's song Temporary Home, which is so beautiful and sad :'( But lemme know what you think and if i should update, please?

Chapter 1.

A new beginning.

It was definately hard, adjusting to new environments but she was used to it. She had been transferred from family to family. She recieved more rejection than she did love, but it was life and after a while she had learned to deal with it and move on. So here it was another place to call home. Now a days she never used the word home, it was always a temporary home because sooner or later she was shipped off to another family. She didn't have a home or a family. She was alone in this big world and it was killing her, but never did she show it on the outside. Faking a smile was easy for her. Heck she didn't even know what a geniue smile or laugh felt like because she had spent so many years practicing to fake them. Pain could easily be blocked and bars securely protected her heart, yet she never stopped believing that someone in this world had the key to those bars and she hoped she would meet him one day.

Miley stepped out into the California sunshine. She sighed and rolled her eyes, perfect. Everyone had created this perfect image for LA, but she wasn't so naive to think that everything and everyone was so perfect and beautiful and she knew she was going to have to handle the ugly side of LA for a while. But then again was she? As she made her way up the drive and stared at the giant house standing in front of her she had to wonder, did everyone have such extravagant houses in LA? She had never been here and had only seen this place on TV, and of course they aren't going to show any run down areas on all the teen dramas.

As she got nearer the door the social worker gave her a look and up appeared the smile she used to try and make a good impression. Obviously it didn't work, seeing as no family ever kept her longer than three months. The front door opened and there stood a middle aged woman with dark curly hair, the biggest smile lighting up her face. Miley was given a gentle push inside the house. As she stumbled forward her mouth gaped open. It was the biggest and most beautiful house she had ever seen. Why would people with this amount of money want to foster someone like her? She was lead into the living room where the rest of the family were awaiting her arrival.

"Hi Miley, I'm Denise and this is my husband Paul and our sons Kevin, Joe and Nick." She said in a warm, friendly tone. Miley just smiled back, blushing slightly. You would think that after meeting a million different families she'd be confident, but truth was underneath everything she was a shy, broken little girl. "We are going to do whatever we can to make you feel right at home. So if you ever need anything, just ask."

"Okay so why don't you's all get to know each other while we go over the paperwork, ok?" The social worker said with that stupid, plastered grin upon her fake face. Oh how Miley hated all social workers. In her opinion they were all fake, acting like they want to know everything and help, but really they couldn't care less, they just wanted all the gossip.

"Come on, we'll show you to your room," Joe said, jumping and grabbing Miley's hand, leading her out the room. Kevin and Nick followed and together the four of them made their way up the stairs and to Miley's new room, with Joe and Kevin asking question about her life. Nick said nothing, trailing along silently behind. They reached Miley's new room and Kevin dropped her suitcase on the floor, she hadn't even known he had brought it up with them.

"Thank you," she smiled, turning to face them room and admire it. Wow, it was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

"No problem. The toilet is just in there," Kevin said pointing to a door that stood beside the wardrope. "And we'll just go and let you get cleaned up and settled. Come downstairs when you're ready."

And then she was left alone. She took a seat on the edge of the bed. This place, the people - it was so different and unusual to anything else she had ever experienced before. Never did people treat her with so much respect and for once she felt a little at ease. She hoped that she was here to stay a little longer than a few months. They seemed like they could be the family to help mend her a bit, so that she would finally be ready to fly away and experience the world on her own.

She had always been one to quickly judge people and usually her judgements were correct. This time she prayed that they were right. Denise and Paul seemed like the perfect parents; people who would love and cherish you in their hearts. Kevin was like that perfect big brother who would teach you life's personal lessons and who would be there for you and protect you with his life. Joe was the goofball of the family. The one who liked to play jokes on everyone and the one who needed attention, but at the same time he would be someone you could talk to about anything and know that he would be there for you. And Nick ... Miley knew he wasn't happy about her being there and she knew she wouldn't being seeing a lot from him and that she should maybe just stay out of his way. She noticed that the family, excluding Nick, were real pumped about having a girl in the house and Miley could tell it was going to be interesting.

After spending an hour on her own, and also putting away her stuff she made her way downstairs. Unsure of where to go she decided to have a look around, I mean she was going to be living here. Her hand touched the cool metal and she slowly turned the door knob. Music was heard from the other side of the door, but when she entered it stopped. Nick was sat, staring at her from the piano. No emotion was placed on his face but Miley couldn't turn away, something small danced within his eyes, yet she couldn't make it out.

"What do you want?" Oh the charmer, first thing he says to Miley. She knew they were going to get along brilliantly.

"Nothing, I was just -" She was all flustered and felt her cheeks burning up as she witnessed some real emotion in Nick's face. Her heart began to pace faster than usual and her stomach started doing flips as Nicks rage was showing in his appearance.

"Just get out, I'm busy." He mumbled.

"Do you write songs?"

"Yes, now leave I'm busy writing one."

She quickly left and allowed the door to shut after her. For a while she stood with her back against the door, in shock from the new feelings she just experienced. They were completely undescribeable, but she knew she was in trouble. The muted piano filled her ears and she slid her eyes shut.

"Hey Miley, what are you doing?" Joe's voice was heard and she snapped her eyes open.

"Oh nothing, I was just um, having a look around and stuff," she said in a flustered voice.

"Come on, I'll give you the grand tour. Rule one, don't go into that room," he said pointing to the room behind Miley. "Nicholas doesn't like people disturbing him or touching his stuff."

"Got it," she said, mentally noting that fact and she was going to make sure she wouldn't forget it.

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Miley lay in her new bed, reflecting on the day. It had been like one magnificent dream, one she hoped she would never wake up from. Everyone had been so welcoming and so excited about her joining the family and she was so glad that this was the family she had moved on to. But there was the Nick issue and that wasn't going away, and neither were the feelings she felt whenever he entered a room. It was strange and yet sort of comforting. She had a feeling he was the one slowly removing those bars from her heart, one by one and boy was she scared. But that was today and tomorrow would be a new day, filled with new challenges and new experiences. But for now she was just happy to be in such a friendly environment, but it still was just temporary home and it would be a long time before she could ever call this home.

Should I continue? Tbh, it's all blah.

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