Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Hannah Montana. I only own the plot of this story.
AN: I hope you like this. There aren't many of this type of story, so I know it will be less noticeable, so lets hope for them best! I hope you like it!
Chapter 1:
I'm back.
I'm really back. Back to my home, the place I came to love, the place I started my life.
Back to the place it all came crashing down.
My name's Miley Uley. I'm 5'5", with long brown hair that reaches mid-back and deep brown eyes. I'm skinny, 104 pounds, and I love to make music. I can play the guitar, piano and I love to sing. And I must be pretty good if I made it to be Hannah Montana.
That's right; I'm secretly Hannah Montana. It happened a long time ago…
Flashback
I was standing in my room, my brother across from me, and we were having a stare down. Which one of us would give up first, I didn't know. We were having fight.
Sam had recently grown; he was taller, and fitter, and he seemed to have this scary kind of vibe coming off him. He didn't look like his usual self. He wasn't my brother anymore.
"Why don't you just leave, Miley? You're not wanted here anymore; nobody's going to care… They probably won't even notice." He said. He had been acting like this ever since he came back from the mysterious two month absence. He had been telling me how unworthy I was, and how I shouldn't care about my music, just get a job and be out of here.
My music was my everything. I loved it. It helped me express myself, and before Sam changed, he would ask me all the time if I could play him a song. I thought he was proud of me for becoming this talented.
I even wrote him a song; not that he would have cared now, he just didn't want me anymore. I finally had enough. I got up and left the bedroom. I was going tonight. Sam stayed there. I don't think he even noticed I had left.
I got my cell phone, and called my Uncle Billy. He was my mother's brother before she died, and he was the closet living relative we had. I said that I wanted to come and live with him, that I needed a break form La Push.
He consented, and that night I packed my bags, and bought a plane ticket to Nashville. I was going to live with my uncle, and make my brother happy, because no matter how much he hates me, I'll always love him.
I left Sam a note saying that I love him, and even though he didn't want me and didn't love me , I loved him enough to leave.
Flashback End
Flashback
I was playing in the barn, when Travis came up to me. Travis was the barn keeper and my ex boyfriend, but we worked better as friends. He was six foot, had blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hey, Miley, that's really good. You should try out for the Show down at the Community Center. I bet you would make it." He said. He knew about my past with Sam, so he tried helping with my music all the time.
I was playing Sam's Song, Butterfly Fly Away. It talked about him, about how he was before the incident. It was my favorite even though I never got to share it with him.
"I think I might just do that, Trav."
Flashback End
That ended up being the best choice of my life. I turns out there were some talent scouts there, and they wanted me to sing for their company. I of course said yes; who wouldn't?
But I kept my identity a secret. I didn't want anybody to interrogate Sam and his new family, and I wanted to keep my private life private. I knew he had a family, because he constantly talked o Uncle Billy. He got married and had a kid, a little boy named Carson. He apparently looked a lot like his dad.
And now I was here, because I was going to take a brake form Hannah Montana. I wanted a normal life. I wanted to go somewhere other than the barn when I get angry, or upset.
And why I decided to come here was what confused me the most. I didn't actually know other than when I called Sam, he seemed surprised and excited. Probably to keep his insult book open and fresh.
I didn't the m brother. He brought a whole new life to me, even if he doesn't know about it. He brought me to the place where I could live the way I wanted and not be verbally bashed because you have dreams. He brought me here, and for that I was grateful.
I knocked don the door, and waited. I could hear laughing and talking going on inside, and I was hoping it wasn't a party of some sorts for me; I didn't like meeting new people. I was horribly shy; no matter I can get on a stage and sing to millions of fans.
I knocked again, and this time all sounds stopped form inside, and the door opened to reveal Sam. He looked exactly like I had left him, big, tall, and remarkably handsome.
"Hi Sam."
I spoke with hesitation, and I was sure he could hear it if I could in my own voice.
"Hey"
He said it like some kind of sick thing that he didn't know how to care fore; he wanted to make I better, but knew he couldn't.
"Come inside, you must be cold." He said, and I suddenly realized that I was only wearing a long sleeved shirt and a jean shorts with flip flops. Stupid Nashville weather.
I turned around without another word, grabbed my guitar case and backpack with all my music, and asked if he could grab my two suitcases.
He did, and he led me down hallway. The noises still hadn't come again. He walked through a door leading to a kitchen, and when I walked in I saw sixteen people, all watching me as I walked in the door. I followed Sam through the crowd of people, and I saw and open door leading to another hallway. I quickly walked to it, and when then swinging door closed behind me, I sighed in relief. That was horrible.
Sam led me to a small guest bedroom. It looked medium sized and had green wall. The floor was a nice dark wood, and it had one of those cute window seats. The bed was on the right side of the room, and there was a desk with a small lamp on it on the opposite side of the room. It was perfect.
I turned to Sam, seeing him standing and already having my suitcases on the floor.
"You really didn't have to let me live here for the summer. You could have just said no, you know. I would've understood. So, I really appreciate this. I'm not really hungry, so I probably won't be back down tonight. You friends look really nice, and the little boy is probably yours, right? He's cute. I'm going to unpack now. Thanks again."
I had to get it out. If I couldn't be good enough for Sam, then at least I would show some consideration.
AN: Okay, I know Sam seems horrible right now, but take it from his point of view: you just phased into a fuzzball, and you can't tell your sister anything about it. Then, she won't leave or stop asking question. Now, the only way to get said little sister gone is to verbally bash her. It's heartbreaking, but you need to remember that Sam will always love his baby sister. Just wait for more! Oh, and I know I haven't been taking good care of my stories. Sorry! I just have so many stories in my head, that if I don't write them out, they may be forgotten. I will be updating soon. Just wait!
