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Shane Grey exhaled as he felt the nerves close up on him. His leg shivered, skittering lightly as he let his eyes wander 'round his current surroundings. His eyes glued on each single corner of the spacious room and he looked at the trophies and pictures in his line of vision in disbelief. He was in the white house. He was in a place where most people would practically faint just to have a look see and where people would pay more than their own house just to spot it and it got even better; he was meeting the damn president.

It had all started last week, he had gotten a call from the President's secretary who had informed him that he wanted to meet up with him to discuss something that could very well affect him and the matters of the heart.

Needless to say, within a second he had instantly obliged which landed him to his current surroundings.

He was brought out of his reverie by a firm clearing of the throat, he looked up, brown orbs taking in the person infront of him to catch sight of an elderly woman standing before him.

"Hi, you must be Mister Grey "

" Mister Grey's my father, call me Shane." He told her as he grasped her hand as a greeting.

"Shane it is," She muttered with a smile before addressing herself. "I'm annabelle, I spoke to you on the phone."

Annabelle? The name jumbled around his mind before the click of a light could be heard as realization dawned on him, The President's secretary.

"Yeah, I remember you."

"Good to know." She joked, laughing discreetly before turning serious once again. " The President is on his way."

He nodded before letting himself slump into his chair once again, the thought of meeting the President stirred up an overwhelming emotion everyday, its not everyday you get a phone call from the head hancho, especially if you have nothing to do with fame or luxury. Needless to say, he could only wonder what the President wanted and what it had to do with him.

His thoughts were shaken as the graceful sounds of footsteps reached his earbuds and he looked up, bewildered as he caught sight of the man himself walking towards him, full of poise as his staff locked the door.

"Mister Grey , nice to finally meet ya." He drawled in his southern tenesse accent and Shane could only give himself a swift shake of the head as he reciprocated the greeting.

"Same here, Mister President"

The President eyed him non-discreetly before he sat at his desk, sitting opposite him as he leant his elbows on the desk before clasping his hands together. " Mister Grey, have you ever heard of a stalker called WatchmeWatchu?"

The name itself caused shudders to run through me as anger rumbled through me, mixed emotions running through me as I nodded.

"This stalker has killed many teenage girls, son. He goes on live chatrooms, gives false information, hauls the trust of young women of this country, gets them to meet up with him live and then attacks."

Shane closed my eyes as he felt a breakdown coming along, he knew exactly how this man worked. His sister was one of the victims.

"We've tried capturing him." He continued. " We've tried everything we could to determine his real identity. Although the sicko is a little trickier than he thought and he's gone out for the big haul this time."

Shane looked at the President in confusion, watching as the President locked his jaw, fire burning into his soul, evident in his eyes as he stared at Shane.

"His next victim is my teenage daughter." he confessed, causing Shane to snap his attention to the big boss, himself. " My lil darlin' is all I have left, she's my prized possesion and I'll be damned if I let a twisted little weedwhacker get his hands on her."

Shane nodded with understanding. He too would be protective if he had a daughter, especially if she's some peice of meat that a certain predator is aiming for. He knew he'd be the same way if he had a little daughter in that position yet there was something within him that couldn't help but question what the President's motive was and what it had to do with him.

"Out of all due respect, sir." He told him. "What does this have to do with me?"

"My point is, son." He informed him. " Is my daughter needs someone to watch over her, 24/7. Needs a man to hover over her for pure protection issues.. and that man is you."

Shane could feel his jaw drop as the words the President had sprawled out registered through his brain. "Wha-"

"I'm a very good friend of your mothers, Shaney Boy. We've kept contact. She keeps me up to date with you and your successes. Your a very good man and built as well. I know you will honor me and I confide in you which is why I think you'd do wonders for this assignment."

Shane looked on perplexed, millions of things running through his mind as his crinkled, obviously deep in thought. He knew he had to do it, he couldn't very well just say no to the man, that was just pure insanity and the advantage of this assignment was he could get revenge on the bastard for what he had done to his deceased sister. He opened his mouth to agree when a though occured.

"My family-"

"Will move in with you." As Shane looked up at him with incredulity, he chuckled. " It's been a long time since I've seen Denise and obviously family means the world to you. Nate could just enroll to the same school as Miley and as for Frankie, well there's an elementry school nearby."

Shane contemplated this dote of information before staring back at the head hancho himself, expression tottally clear as he spoke. " I'll do it."

" I still can't believe we're at the white house." Said Nate as he gaped at the house in question, flabbergasted.

"Well believe it, Nathaniel." Quipped Shane as he lead the way to the main room where they would be meeting the President, smirk intact. " Who's the cool brother, now?"

"Still me, obviously." Piped in Frankie, causing the brothers to laugh as they plopped down unto the seats before them, rolling their eyes as their mother whirled around to scold them.

"Nonsense, we must stand."

"Mom." They groaned, already set to argue only to cower in fear as she sent them a doeful look.

"Yeah, hey. You never told me you knew the President, Mommy."

"Now, now. We were bestfriends in highschool." Piped in the President causing everyone to whirl around to face him. "Whee doggie! Look at the sights of you."

"Robby Ray." She laughed before she enveloped him into a hug. "Long time no see, cowboy."

"Plenty a time to catch up." He informed her before greeting Shane. " Shaney boy. " He muttered as he and Shane greeted in a handshake, Robby Ray eyed the two other boys before smiling at them.

"Now who in heaven's name are you two?"

Miley Stewart entered her household, exasperation clearly evident in her eyes as she gripped on to her loads of shopping bags.

"Miss Stewart, why don't I hold those for you?"

"No- Clark you don't have to do that. I'm perfectly capable of holding these lil things myself."

"Don't worry about it, Miss. The President's daughter shouldn't be doing these type of things anyway." He informed her as he grabbed her bags and walked off leaving the 17 year old to fume in silence.

Miley, of course loved being the President's daughter. It was in her nature to love it and there were many perks to being as famous as she was yet she found it wasn't a walk in the park as people thought either.

She hated that the papparazi was always in her face, she for one, was one of those celebreties that longed from time to time to be a normal kid, to be a normal teenager that didn't have to obsess about her actions in order to stay on top and be hovered over 24/7 by fans who couldn't get enough of her.

Needless to say, she hated when people judged her. It was a pet peeve of hers that skyrocketed whenever people thought of her as the sweet, rich kid that doesn't have to lift a finger.

It was times like these where she hated her father for being the big boss as they called it. She sighed before lifting her head up and gracefully walking towards the stairs intending to go up to her chamber and call Mitchie, goofing off as usual when she was pulled out of her thoughts by Annabelle.

"Oh hey, Annabelle. Didn't see you there."

"Sorry Miss Stewart-"

"Annabelle, how many times do I gotta tell y'all to call me Miley." Said Miley as she groaned, headache forming as she stared into the eye's of her daddy's secretary.

"Miss Miley." She corrected. Well its better than nothing. Thought Miley as she rolled her eyes. " The President craves a word with you"

Miley gaped at Annabelle in worry, her father only called meetings like these when important matters needed to be discussed which caused her to ponder. What could she have possibly done to set her father off ?

"Uh- have I done something wrong?"

"I know not, Miss Miley." Answered Annabelle causing Miley to let a sigh fly out of her lips before nodding at her. Annabelle gave her a sympathetic look before muttering a small 'follow me' and walking out of the hallway, Miley trailing behind, hundreds of thoughts running through her mind.

She looked up to hear the rumble of her father's laughter and could only sigh in relief before deciding to make her presence known. " Hi, Daddy."

Robby Ray turned around swiftly in order to face her father as did the family behind him before telling Annabelle she could take a break and enveloping his daughter into a bear hug.

"Mornin' Darlin'." He flashed her a grin, teeth and all. " Have a good morning?"

"S'alright." She breathed, finally noticing the people trailing behind him. " Oh! who are these?"

"This here, is an old friend of mine. Denise." He told her, reffering to the beautiful elder woman before her. " And three of her sons, the eldest is in dubai for his honeymoon."

"Oh!" She giggled. " Nice to meet you."

"You as well, m'dear." Spoke Denise as she gripped the seventeen year old into a hug. "Your such a cute little thing, aren't you?"

"I think so too." Sighed Frankie, heat rising into his cheeks as everyone in the room laughed, Miley blushing as well. Miley giggled before bending down to his size.

"Well thanks, you are?"

"Name's Frankie and I'm seven." He told her, followed by a small wink causing Miley to giggle as she pulled him into a hug before eyeing the other two.

Miley could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she subletly eyed them up and down. The word hot when it came to these two was more than an understatement which caused her to giggle as she realized that them staying here wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all Mitchie would be thrilled.

"What about you?"

"Nate Grey, " He told her as they shook hands. Miley smiled at him, receiving a smile in return before turning to the other brother. Her heart started to race as did his as they stared at one another. Miley could feel her breath hitch as she stared longfully at him.

There was no doubt she was attracted to him, he was perhaps the hottest guy on the planet. His looks did him no justice, he was preferrably the sexiest thing she had ever laid eyes on. She realized almost instantly that what attracted him to her the most were his eyes, they were the colour of dark chocolate yet could make a girl faint just by looking at them, she could feel her knees buckling and knew she was one of them.

He, she noticed, appeared to have noticed also for a cocky smirk appeared on his face, causing Miley to frown with distaste. Great, he was one of them.

"Grey, Shane Grey."

"Miley Stewart." She told him, trying, but failing to keep the venom out of her voice as she shook hands with him. They released almost instantly, shock plastered on their face as they felt the spark that zoomed through them.

"Well, I'm sure you two will have much fun getting to know each other," Piped in Robby causing Miley to whirl around to face her father, light brown hair swishing lightly as she stared at her father with confusion.

"What you talking 'bout, daddy?"

"He's your new bodyguard." He says causing Miley to backup, disbelief etching unto her gorgeous features before gaining the courage to muster a response.

"Kooky-prez daddy ,say what?" She says flabbergasted as she gives Shane a look of distaste.

"Your bodyguard." He repeats. " You know, protector, basically like your own live papparazi minus the camera."

"I already have enough 'papparazi' as it is!" She screeches, causing everyone to wince from her sharp tone.

"Miley Ray, clear up your tone, young lady."

"I don't need a bodyguard." She pleads. " Don't I have a say in this!"

"Darlin', the decisisons have already been made."

"I can fend for myself!" She argues, receiving blank looks from everyone in the room and her to stare back at them angrily. "I can! really!"

"He is your new body guard, Miley Ray Stewart and that's final!" He barks causing Miley to cast him a look of anger before shaking her head in disappointment and stomping up the stairs.

There was a moment of silence before Nick easened the tension.

"Well that went well," His response was a sharp smack in the head by his older brother and his mother, he shook his head eyes clearly saying ' What'd I do wrong?' before shaking his head, obviously exasperated.

"She'll come 'round." Assured Robby Ray to Shane as he puts a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. " In the mean-time, why don't y'all get acquainted with your rooms."

The family could only nod as Robby ordered for Annabelle to show them the way wherea's Shane sighed, tiredly.

This was gonna be one hell of a assignment.

He didn't know how true those words were till it all came crashing down infront of his own chocolate orbs of beauty.