"Bitch." I remarked to Mandy. Selena had just made another ignorant, typical, assumption about the farm. Which for the record, was completely unnecessary, me and Mandy had avoided her a week. This summer was off to just a fantastic start, especially since we were stuck here for the next 7 weeks.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Miley, IGNORE HER!" Mandy said to me for the thousandth time in our lives together.
"Not so fucking easy."I said under my breath. Rolling my eyes at my best friend, I noticed that the sun was down, and another absolutely fantastic day was almost over. "I gotta go." I said to Mandy, storming of to my car. There was nothing like the freedom of being able to drive, without the overprotective, paranoid ass of my father. Or really any adult. But then again, there is nothing like driving in general. Starting the car up, and feeling a gush of heat made me realize how cold I was before. I looked down at my cut-off jean short-shorts, and off the shoulder shirt. They call me a slut for a reason I thought to myself. I guess, I could cover up, but that would require mean giving into what Dad wants, and that is not going to happen. It's not that I don't love Dad he's just a pain in the ass. And its not like Selena is always a bitch, we're actually friends. And even though Mandy is older than me, damn she needs to grow up. I need new people. Not the retards I have in my life now. I could go to Tybee Island, but I have to stay in L.A, for the shooting of the last season of Hannah Montana. Thank god that ugly episode of my life is nearly done. I hate that wig, trust me, brunettes have more fun.
*Later On*
"Miles, could you wear a little more clothes, got your going to give Liam the wrong idea." Mommy said to me.
"What's the problem with that?"I said with a smirk. This, obviously, gave Mom something to panick about.
"Relax mom, we're baby-sitting Noah."I falsely reassured. To say I'm no longer a virgin would be an understatement. Hell I lost it three years ago, when I was fourteen, to Nick Jonas. We both put up that innocent, virgin act. But we were in love. And I believe still are. Liam and Selena are just tests for ourselves; at least that is what I tell myself.
Mom rolled her eyes, her and Dad were going out to an Aerosmith concert, Braison had a basketball game, Trace and Brandy were at their apartments. This meant me, Noah, and Liam. And once Noah was sleeping: Me and Liam, so we could sleep.