A/N: Hello readers of the world! lol. My best friend has a youtube story about Nick Jonas and Miley Cyrus. She has given me permission to write her video story in Fan Fiction form. Now this is just around, 20 seconds of the movie because she's not a decriptive person. You should check out her story nonetheless. "One in a Million."

Title: One in a Million

Summary: Niley/ Jemily/ Kashley fic. Miley Cyrus, famous pop star, is having a peaceful night with her best friend Emily Osment when someone unexpected breaks a window.

Rating: K

Now, you would think that popcorn would be an easy thing to cook. You put it into the microwave, push a button, and after a few minutes, the popcorn would be cooked to a buttery perfection. But, noooo. Not for me. Cooking is a disability for me. The only things I can cook, or make, are cereal and soup. Nothing else. How sad is that?

Now, I put the popcorn in the way the packet instructed. Ok, I lied. I put it in the microwave and pushed a button. Was there something you had to do before that? Because right now, the microwave is smoking, profusely.

I opened the microwave's door and the smoke came barreling out. And, of course the smoke detector had to go off. Good to know it's working properly.

Coughing, I grabbed a mitten and took the melted, burning mess out of the microwave and set it in the sink.

"Miley..? Is everything ok in there?" Emily called from the other room.

"Yeah, I've got everything under control." I yelled back. And, I'm lying again. The sponge has now caught on fire. Perfect.

I quickly switched the sprayer on and drenched the, what's a good name for it, blob; melted, smelly, plastic, blob.

Emily came into the kitchen and waved her hand in front of her face to get the smoke out of her eyes and nose.

"What the hell happened here?" She was now coughing looked like the hand movements aren't working.

I smiled sheepishly at her, "I tried to make popcorn."

Emily rolled her eyes and went to the cabinet to grab a popcorn packet. She took off the plastic wrapper, unfolded the paper bag, and put it upside down in the microwave. She closed the door and pushed a button. Emily turned toward me and shook her head.

"For a pop star, you are retarded." That hurt. I am book smart; I just don't have enough intelligence in the common sense area.

"Really?" I said in a challenging tone. "Me, retarded? I'm hurt Emily, truly hurt." I smiled devilishly.

"Miley? I don't like that smile. Miley what are you thinking?" She looked afraid now.

"Oh nothing," I said in an innocent tone," Just thinking about being hurt by my best friend." I had the sprayer in my hand because I was soaking the mess in the sink. I am getting very evil ideas at this point.

Emily's face softened, but not by much. "Good, I thought you were going t do something bad to me."

"Oh, like this?" I whipped away from the sink and sprayed her in the face with the sprayer.

"EEeeek!!" Emily went to step when she slipped on water and fell on her butt, causing her jeans to become soaked along with her face and hair.

I stopped spraying and smirked. Emily blinked a few times and got up slowly.

"You are in trouble." She said.

I sprayed her again. I dropped the sprayer and took off running into the living room, up the stairs and into the bathroom. I locked the door. I could hear her coming up the stairs at a fast rate. I laughed from behind the door as I heard her pound on it.

"You are in biiiig trouble. When you get out here I'm gonna beat you senseless!" She threatened. I just laughed harder.

"Yeah Right!" I giggled.

BASH!!

I looked at the bathroom broken bathroom window behind me. I'm glad I was far away from the window when it broke. On the floor rolled an old ratty baseball.

"What was that?" Emily said in a worried tone. "What happened?"

I had heard people were moving next door today, but I didn't think their kid's would hit a baseball into my window.

"Some kids hit a baseball and broke the window, I'm fine." I said through the door. I bent down and grabbed the baseball, and in the process, cut myself on a small shard of glass.

I cursed under my breath as I washed my hand under the faucet. I grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around my hand tightly. I grabbed the baseball with the covered hand and put my hand on the doorknob.

"Ok, I'm coming out. Don't do anything tricky, I'm injured!" I pulled the door open slowly and peeked out. "Emily?"

"Aha!!" she jumped out of a nearby closet and squirted water at me with a water gun. I screeched and the cold water hit my face. By the time the water gun tank emptied, the whole top of me was soaked. I wiped my face with the back of my hand with the towel on it.

"Thanks a lot." I said sarcastically. She was grinning. Evil little imp.

"No problem. I thought I'd return the favor." Emily said as the inspected her French manicured nails.

DING DONG

"I think someone's at the door." She said after the doorbell rang.

"And you say I'm retarded." I told her shaking my head in shame. She just glared at me.

"I'll race ya." I said as I started running down the stairs

"Hey!! That's cheating!!" Emily took off after me as the doorbell rang again.

We raced down the stairs, with me in the lead. I tripped on the last step but I reached the door first. I opened the door just as Emily was a foot away from the door. Having wet shoes isn't very helpful on a tile floor, especially if you're as clumsy as Emily. She slid on the last foot of tile and smashed into someone who I'd think wouldn't be in front of my house, at 7:00 at night, holding a bat and glove.

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