A/N : So, I got this idea last night, and just started writing, and it turned into something much bigger. It's a Moe, there aren't too many FFs about that couple on here, and they are so adorable. On my other story Cracked, I'm kind of losing inspiration, and might delete it. I'm really glad on how this chapter turned out; first chapters seem to be always rough; but this came to me easy.

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Miley Stewart sighed out of relief, as she hummed silently to herself. She felt free and at complete ease. Twirling her long wavy brown hair, she felt as If a ton of weight was lifted off of her shoulder. With a smile permanently implanted on her face, her blue orbs glanced around the room, letting the days events set in.

She had finally broken ip with Nick. Things just weren't working out and although the relationship appeared perfect, she felt nothing. It just wasn't fair to lead him on, it would only break his heart even more. She loved him but wasn't in love with him. They were always met to say goodbye, and she was perfectly content with that.

When they had first gotten back together, she had her mind set on things being just like they were in early 2007. But, she quickly realized, they had both changed and were going different directions in life. They had publically announced their relationship, fearing that hiding it would only cause them to drift apart and fight constantly. She noticed he was a lot happier, always having a big cheesy smile on his face when he would glance in her direction. She was quite aware of her feelings towards him, but she shrugged it off thinking it was just a temporary thing. On their dates, she just felt like she was catching up with an old friend. A hot friend. The sparks were gone and so were the butterflies in her stomach. Truth was they were better off as friends, and she didn't want to lose that bond.

Nick had taken the breakup a lot harder than expected. He was extremely shocked and the hurt expression on his face taunted her. Tears and screams were exchanged, well on his part. Truly, it was ironic. Back in December, when they decided to go their separate ways, she was the one feeling the numbing pain, constantly tearing up and filled with anger; while it didn't seem to affect him. Now the tables had turned, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilt as his angelic face flooded her thoughts. But that feeling felt permanently erased from her mind, as she thought about him.

Their relationship had been innocent; lacking any passion or romance. Hell they never even fought; everything was so damn perfect; well appeared to be. Nick never measured up to him.

Joe Gray.

Over the past year, her and Joe's close knit bond flourished into something more. It started as innocent check up calls and quickly turned into lust. If it wasn't for him, last year she would have overdosed to make all the pain and hate go away. He had become her lifeline, picking up the broken pieces his brother had shattered.

Despite public belief, they were extremely close, constantly hanging out with one another. In all honesty, he was the only one there for her last year, besides her family. He wasn't afraid to go against his manager's wishes, and defend her whenever he could. He made her feel special; beautiful. They were always finishing each others sentences and laughing whenever they were together. Them two in a room; hell anything could happen. They were so alike and knew everything about each other. Well almost everything.

Everytime they were in each other's presence, the intensity and desire increased. She wanted him. He was the light in her darkest of days. Her heartbeat would increase and she would have to catch her breath, whenever he was near.

Hearing a small knock on her bedroom, her body became weak and her heartbeat increased. It was him. Softly smiling, she could picture him right now; he was debating on whether or not to barge in. Only he could have this effect on her. She felt like she was at an all time high, just being with him.

She felt like she was in a dream. Everything was so surreal and out of touch with reality. Hell, only in her dreams, did they do her deepest darkest desires. Blushing, she couldn't wait to go against her morals, and make the the first move. She should feel bad, hell this was her ex's brother, but it was so much more then that.

Snapping out of the trance, she softly mumbled, "Come in"

As he walked through the door, she swore her heart skipped a beat. Dressed in dark skinny jeans and a plain white tee, he was pure perfection. A hot piece of ass. She loved nothing more then to undress him with her blue orbs, but she couldn't do that in front of him. At least, not when he's watching. Maybe when he turns his back.

She felt shy, which was something new towards her. She was always outspoken and never held anything back. But, her body was always doing something different when he was around, and she couldn't get it under control.

Licking her glossed lips, she sat there and took every inch of him in, never wanting this moment to end.

As her blue orbs connected with his hazel ones, they didn't need words. Their eyes did all the talking and their bodies, well couldn't contain themselves much longer.

Crawling off of her bed, she strutted towards him, swinging her hips back and forth. She smirked as she saw him gulp. She loved the effect she had on him. This was a first. She had complete control and wanted to take it to her advantage.

Inches now apart, she looked at him hungrily. Staring at his flushed face, and then to his luscious lips, she licked her lips.

Teasing him, she let her hands roam his body. About to explode, he leaned in and kissed her roughly. A soft moan escaped her lips as their tongues started battling each other. She felt as If she was going to melt at every touch; it felt right, and she'd be damn If she would just let this all go.

And that's where their story begins.

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A/N : So do you think I should continue? Please review; honest feedback is appreciated.