AN- Oh wow! Soooo, I guess I've been keeping you guys waiting for too long. Thank you so much for the reviews, I'm so thrilled that you guys really enjoy the story like you say you do, I really tried to write in a different style compared to everyone else and have my story different as opposed to every other cliché so I'm really happy that it was enjoyable and comical enough for you. Enough rantiness, I'm done. Let's start this story off, shall we?

Chapter 1 : Maniac

{'The clock is ticking Im about to crack, Just like a maniac, on the eh-edge ' }

Roses filled up my front garden as I walked up the first few steps to my house, struggling as I tried to manage my books and the baby carriage at the same time. After many arguments, my husband and I- blech- finally managed to agree that I would carry on his last name ( only because it's natural that the women take the husband's last name, not by want), his profession would be a professional footballer, I a teacher and together a happy family with our baby boy Noah Alexander Grey.

Notice the sarcasm on happy family. I feel bad for Noah. I don't think I'd be happy having the reincarnation of the Devil as my father. Hopefully Mr. Testa would come around to that divorce. ( I know he won't.)

I bit my lip as I made way into my house. It's a small house, not filled with extreme décor or anything but not on the poor side either. I could see the mark of my childhood plastered over the wall in the corner, my stack of converses poking out of the closet door and the keys dangling on the table indicating my mom was here. I could only imagine how she reacted to the news.

"Honey, I'm home!" I joked, imagining my mother laughing wherever the heck she was hiding in the house. It was a ritual of ours. It was just me and her, mom and daughter, us against the world. Boys were strictly forbidden. Except my son of course.

"In the kitchen, you nut." She responded and I grinned, practically sauntering in the kitchen. It was nice to have her home for once. " How was your day?"

I moaned and she laughed.

"It's the first day back. It couldn't of been that bad."

"Understatement of the year." I snorted. " I think it's time you rang up Testa for a complaint."

"I think he's heard enough 'complaints' from me to last a lifetime." Mom pointed out and I shrugged. Not my fault. He's got some kind of thing with making my life miserable. But of course, mom won't believe that.

"Well this one's sure to hit the fan. 'Cause of Testa you've now got a grandson."

The knife fell out of her hand as my words circled through her head. She froze in shock, her blonde waves falling to her back and preventing me from seeing her facial expression as her back was turned. I could imagine it though, black eyebrows high up, blue eyes round like a fish and jaw dropped wide to the floor.

She turned around.

"What?"

I took Noah out of his carriage, surprised that he has managed to not cry throughout his whole journey home. My baby certainly had a set of lungs. ( Nick's genes) . "Say Hi to Noah Alexander, Grandma."

"Miley Ray." She scolded, noticing the humor in my voice and I lifted a hand up in surrender.

"Don't blame me, I didn't sign up for this."

"I always knew my high school years would come to kick me in the ass." Mom said, still a little dazed as she backed into a sitting position and sat on a chair.

I was struck with a little sadness, thinking of my mom's past. She's been through a lot and I'm eternally grateful for having her in my life. It's the typical high school story you see in the movies except with a slight twist.

Basically, girl met guy, guy met girl ( or however it went.) Girl and guy fell in love. Girl fell pregnant sometime in high school. Instead of dropping her, guy sticks with girl throughout the whole thing. Girl and guy have the baby . Even though dreams and desires were put on hold and things were a little tough trying to balance it all ( since no one supported them. Till this day I still haven't met my Grandma.) Sad thing was, Billy Ray Stewart ended up dying twenty two days after my first birthday.

I don't remember much about him, although there has been lots of stories to tell. He was a special man, he was a great man, with great intentions and a good heart and was completely in love with my mom. Mom says he would've been proud of the girl I am today.

"Mom, It's just a project." I reminded her. " There's no way in hell I'd want to take care of a kid right now. Taking care of you is hard enough."

"Ha-ha." Mom replied sarcastically, making me smile. "Well in that case, I guess it's alright. Infact, I think it's great for you. While I don't regret having you baby, it certainly wasn't no walk in the park and I'm sure you could learn a thing or two about responsibility."

"I'm plenty responsible enough." I argued.

"That explains the mess in your room, right? Seriously, Miley, it looks like a cave in there."

"The cave thing is the new style these days, Mom."

"Not in this household."

I rolled my eyes. She's such a mom.

"I know, and starting from today, you are too." She reminded me. " I just wish Billy was around to see this." She finished, her blue eyes shining with laughter as she took Noah out from my arms and cradled him, cooing absolute nonsense to him. I refused the urge to remind her he wasn't real and that she was making herself look like a fool for absolute no reason.

I didn't have the heart to though.

Goodbye weekends. Goodbye freedom. Goodbye lazy mornings sleeping in.

I'm a freaking mom.

"Get the door." Mom spoke, the same exact moment the doorbell rang and I looked at her stumped for a moment. It's freaky how she does that. She didn't even look in that direction and somehow, some super psycho radar went off in her head every single time someone approached the house. Most times, she'd open the door for me before I even walked in.

I pushed aside my thoughts and made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room, opening the living room door. I couldn't believe my eyes.

This couldn't be happening to me, I chanted in my hand.

Nononono.

Out of all people to meet in front of my door, I never expected him to be on the other side.

The devil himself.

The bane of my existence.

Nick freaking Grey.

In other words. My husband.

"No fucking way."

Nick grinned. " Is that any way to greet your husband?"

"It is in my world. Get out."

"No can do, honey." He drawled, evil glint sparkling in his eyes as he pushed his way in. I want to kill him.

"Don't call me that." I hissed, increased fire fueling up inside of me.

"Who's at the door honey?" Mom screamed, obviously hearing all the commotion and I froze in terror.

"Some pest with obviously no manners." I quipped back intentionally, referring to my husband.

"Pet names, cute." Nick replied with ease, making me want to just deform that perfectly shaped face.

"What do you want, Nick?" I stressed out. He was really starting to get on my nerves. It's official, that divorce has to be made sooner rather than later. I think I'd rather fail then spend another minute married to Nick Grey ( and it was only the first day !).

"My son."

"He's busy getting to know his grandmother. Maybe when you grow some balls and a little bit of manners, you'll be able to see him in the morning."

"Not if I can help it."

I blinked at him in confusion.

What?

"Honey, who's at the door?" Mom questioned once again , her voice getting nearer and nearer as she approached the living room and I internally groaned as her eyes landed on the bushy haired boy standing opposite me and her eyes narrowed into suspicious slits.

"Hi, Tish Stewart, Miley's mother, can I help you?"

"Hi, Nick Grey. I'm Miley's baby daddy."

"Oh God." I groaned, slapping my forehead in frustration.

Fucking idiot.

Mom laughed, turning to me with obvious admiration for Nick and I gagged. Great, my number one supporter has fell for the infamous Grey charm. Way to go mom.

He's cute. She mouthed, winking at me and I virtually hurled.

He's out to make my life miserable.

My life couldn't have been even worse however, when those last few words spilled out of his mouth and my worst dreams have come to life.

"Are you done wasting my time or can you do us a favor and leave?"

"Miley Ray Stewart." I heard my mom scold, obviously shocked at my rebellious attitude.

Nick shrugged, putting me into confusion. " It's okay, Mrs. Stewart. I should get used to it since Miley's moving in with me."

His words spun around in my head, taunting me, haunting me.

This couldn't be- He couldn't be.....

I searched his eyes looking for any trace of a lie, looking for any trace of humor. Surely this was a joke, Surely this couldn't be real. Surely Nick wasn't this cruel.

His eyes twinkled however, taunting me in my misery, putting me in the spot, luring me in.

Oh my fucking God.

"No way in hell." I spat out bitterly but I could already tell this was going to be another battle I was going to lose to.

Someone shoot me, I'm moving in with Nick Grey.

And then that smell filtered through the air. So strong, so vile, so-help-me-God that stinks and judging by the strong wail that emitted through the air and the shaking of hands, I could already tell where that smell came from.

It's official.

My life sucks.

And I'm sharing it with a maniac.

Sooo, I hoped you liked it. Interesting situation we have here, huh? I feel bad for Miles, but it's life. In this chapter. I wanted you guys to learn a little about Miley's background and her family. I know it's completely different from Hannah Montana, but like I expressed before, I really wanted this story to be different. I really hope you guys can deal with the changements . All in all, next chapter, Miley meets Nick's family. You find out a little about Nick's parents and it's the first time Nick and Miley are in a environment that isn't school.

Slowly, Niley is progressing.

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Have a good day :D

NickiM :)