Okay, so here's the thing. I wish I could say that this is not the kind of cliché story were the girl falls in love with the guy she never even noticed before, but it is. I wish I could say that this is not the kind of cliché story were that guy is hopelessly in love with someone else, because it is. However though, even considering the factors above, this is not a cliché story. Because to be a cliché story there has to be a happily ever after, the two people, destined to be together overcoming their differences and realizing their love for each other and BAM! The end, finito, instant happiness forever.

However, in this kind of cliché scenario, that will never ever happen, because the stupid punk that managed to catch my heart will never look at me twice. Why? Because he's in love with my sister and that has been the case since we were ten. Get the clicheness? Good. So this is my stupid story. Enjoy.

You see, my name is Miley, I have a pretty good life considering, I'm a sophomore at Walland Oak High School in Washington. I like writing, I'm mediocre at sports and I have one friend. His name is Oliver and he's one of the stupidest people that I know, but he's kind and funny and unlike the rest of teenage population around here, he's himself. He's actually real.

I have a sister too, her name is Selena. She's not my step sister, if you're wondering. That would have been hilarious though, it probably would have made this story even better. A little rivalry like that. She's a senior at our school and as far as clichés go, she's head cheerleader, dating the star quarterback and a self-declared prom queen. Of course, she's super pretty with long black shining hair and a smile to die for. There isn't a girl in our school that wish they had her life and there isn't a guy in our school that's not dying to date her. She isn't awful, as it would be if this was that kind of cliché story, she's kind, a little naïve and not the sharpest knife in the box, but she's an overall great girl. That's why it's so hard to not like her or not to be jealous of her. Because she deserves what she has, she doesn't bully people or feel superior over others less fortunate (read: me). And besides, every cliché story needs a pretty popular girl.

However, Selena is dating our school's star quarterback. His name is Joe Jonas. He's also a senior, meaning he's the guy version of Selena. Hot, popular, awesome at sports and while maybe he's a tad smarter than Selena, he's the class clown, or more like school clown. He pulls of the funniest pranks on both teachers and students and has everybody laughing basically twenty four seven. Selena and Joe have been dating since forever, at least it feels that way, but in reality it's been five years. Looong years. Everyone in our town is convinced they're going to end up married and with beautiful and equally as popular children. Which is most likely going to end up happening. So yey, them. Or something.

Then there is Joe's younger brother, Nick. He's a sophomore like me. We have some classes together, but we don't really talk unless we're riding in the car with Selena and Joe or when we have to sit next to each other at movie occasions at their house. He's kind of the brooding type, meaning he is quiet a lot but when he does talk, he's sarcastic and witty. I like that kind of humor, I wouldn't really mind knowing him better, but I know that will never happen.

Because Nick Jonas is in love with my sister. He's been in love with her since she was twelve and we were ten. That's when we moved across the street from them and Nick and Joe's parents forced them to go over and say hi. Unfortunately for Nick, shy timid Nick, Joe being the more outgoing type, he stood no chance. I know this, because I witnessed it first handedly. Nobody but me knows this, not Selena, no one at school, not even Joe. I don't even think Nick knows I know, but it isn't like he's stealth with his longing looks or with his sad sappy love songs. I guess I forgot to mention it; Nick plays the guitar and writes his own songs. From what I've heard at the school's talents shows and such, he's pretty darn good. He has talent, talent that doesn't exist in this town. Therefor I feel sorry for him sometimes, that he has to be stuck here with losers like me, Joe and Selena, when he could be off seeing the world and wooing girls. Or maybe not wooing girls, considering his unruly curls and thin frame and well, the foremost reason, his social awkwardness. He's a blusher and a stutterer, not a great combo when it comes to scoring chicks. I feel sorry for him because of that too, because when it's just me, Selena, Joe and him, he's like any other kid. He's just extremely shy.

Anyway. Basically, our story isn't that exciting or spectacular, it's just a regular teenage story about love, betrayal, friendship and finding something you didn't know excited. Yeah, I thought that sounded lame too. However, it's kind of true. Because I'm pretty sure that everything that ever happened to me, happened to you one time, or you two times, the point is, that being a teenager, everyone has been one or is going to be one and it isn't going to be all that different from when you were one, or like in this case, when I'm being one. But it's still our story and like I said, it's sucky, but it's ours.

"Miley!" Uh. Selena's kind of high pitched voice in the morning, not pleasant. I shove my head further into the pillow, hoping it will drown her out.

"Miley!" Nope. No such luck.

"Ugh, chill….I'M COMING!" I roll out of bed, quickly discarding my pajamas into tight fitting black jeans and a band t-shirt. Make-up is overrated when your day starts at 7 AM. Before pulling on my converse and rushing down the stairs, I take a quick look in the mirror. My brown hair, cascading down my chest could easily be mistaken for a bird's nest, but oh well, no time, like I said, it's overrated anyway. When I make it downstairs, Selena is busy doing the last touches on her make-up, I refrain from rolling my eyes and grab an apple and my backpack instead.

"Joe and Nick are waiting outside." I nod, wave goodbye with the back of my hand to our parents and step outside. I instantly notice Joe's car, a Range Rover, a neat car, but I can't seem to see past the whole "compensating" thing. I trudge into the backseat, next to Nick, because well, of course shotgun is reserved for the girlfriend, at least that's how things apparently work. I've never been anyone's girlfriend, so I'm not really educated in the field of dating.

"Cool shirt. Metro Station is an awesome band." Nick pipes up politely beside me and I buckle myself up before turning to face him. "Yeah, I know! Their new stuff is great, but I really like now that we're done, that's a classic…I'm actually thinking of saving up cash to go see them in New York in the spring and-" I struggle with my seatbelt and when I finally look up to meet his eyes, so we can have a proper conversation, he's not even listening. Of course not, because when I decide to go into a ramble about one of the coolest band in the history of bands, Selena decides to strut down the pavement and everything else kind of stops to matter. It's a wonder he's not drooling, with the way he's looking at her. Even though I'm irritated over the fact that apparently he tunes out everything at the sight of Selena, I feel bad for him when she and Joe starts to make out right in front of him. But still, it's his loss, being a love sick little puppy instead of manning up and like, say something to her.

"Yey, school! I know you're supposed to be like, not excited over being a teenager in high school, but it's just so fun to see everyone and get to hang out and stuff, I mean it'll be over before we know it!" My sisters squeals from her seat at the front when Joe starts to back out from our drive way and I huff under my breath, not understanding how she can be so squealy about literally everything in her life.

"I know, babe. It's awesome. I wonder what prank I will be pulling today…" Joe says, probably with this crazy look in his eyes, that he tends to get when thinking about all the awesomeness he can provide us lucky ones with today. I reach into the pocket of my leather jacket and pull out my iPod, plugging in my headphones while trying to block out the pathetic life I'm living, over and over again, from morning until night, from day to day and the most pathetic part…

It never changes.

"She's just a friend, you see
You always agree
You know, I lie
But you still trust me
"

Yey, hope you're all glad to see me so soon, haha. Anyway, this story just popped into my head like 1 hour ago and I have LOADS of ideas. I'm really excited. As you can see, there isn't much action in this little prolog, but hopefully you'll come to like this story when the story itself starts to unravel and blah.

And also, I'm from Sweden (which is why there can be some questionable grammar and use of words sometimes, I apologize!) and I have no clue how the American high school system looks/works, I'm going to try read up on it, but feel free to correct me if some things are incorrect or misinterpreted.

So what do you think? I'm eager to start write more on this. :D

Have a great day/night, depending on where you are. xx