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The Plan

"I have no clothes!" Miley screamed into her phone receiver. Taylor had to pull the phone away just to make sure her ear drum doesn't bust. Miley continued to shovel more clothes out of her walk-in closet, look at them and smile a little, then frown unhappily and threw them; letting the expensive outfits land anywhere.

"Mile you just went shopping last night." Taylor replied calmly to her hysterical friend. Miley doesn't care if she "just" went shopping! She doesn't care that she has enough clothes to give everybody in California a new wardrobe…hypothetically speaking, of course. ..WEAR.

"Miley would you relax," Taylor sighed while Miley waited for her to give a suggestion of some sort, "Wear jeans."

Miley's face lit up with a smile. You would've thought she discovered windows 7 the way her ocean blue eyes sparkled. "See? And this is why I love you." Miley replied graciously smiling. She honestly did not know what she would do without this girl by her side.

"You would die," Taylor giggled, "But, next time you have a panic attack like that over clothes I will kick your ass."

Miley knew better than to argue with the blonde so she agreed and Taylor told her to be ready in a half hour. How am I supposed to achieve this in a half hour, Miley thought. Finally Miley found the perfect outfit to wear. Miley put on destroyed light denim skinny jeans, a pink silk short sleeved v-cut shirt, and pink flats. Miley looked in the mirror to see if she looked decent enough until she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

Knock, Knock

The door opened and there stood a 48 year old man a.k.a Daddy. "Hey bud." Miley smiled as she heard the familiar southern twang.

"Dad you're home!" Miley said a little too hyper this early in the morning, but hey what did you expect? Billy stumbled back and placed her arms from around him to her side. A flicker of rejection passed over Miley's face. He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead to reassure she did nothing wrong.

"Sorry, Can't stay long. I need to pack…I'm flying to India for 5 months for my new movie." Of Course. Half of Miley wanted to be happy for him, while the other half wanted to shake him by the shoulders. Then the realization hit her like a tidal wave. Daddy was going to be gone again.

"India? Like not on this continent, across the world India?" Miley asked in disbelief. Content shone in his eyes; making it that much harder to tell him how she felt.

"Yeah, they say I can win a Golden globe, SAG, and an Oscar."

"So, I'm not going to see you for another 5 months." That's almost half the year, she stopped herself from saying in her small shaky voice.

"You'll be okay smiles. You have the keys to my yacht and the country club. Taylor could tag along with you. Have a party, invite the boys over." What kind of father encourages their daughter to bring her friends and boyfriend over and have sex? The kinds who obviously don't give their families the time of day. Miley's father…if that's what you want to call it…fits the description.

Miley looked up and saw happiness swirling in her fathers eyes. If only that emotion could be directed towards her. If only. Key words. They weren't. They never will be.

"Isn't that great?" Miley s father asked his voice distant. No, it wasn't. But, she couldn't tell him that.

"Of course." Miley faked smiled. She heard Taylor's car horn and silently made her way her past her father and out the door.

Taylor walked through the hall and got an idea. Joe. Yup, you guessed it. His sense of humor, his hazel eyes, and not to mention amazing hair. Taylor was pretty sure the mohawk was out, but he made everything look hot…if it was on him. Hell, he could wear a paper bag and probably give half the students an orgasm just by looking at him. But, he was friends with them. The two least popular girls in the school. She was not willing to give up popularity for love. Is it love? Yes. No. Maybe. Gosh Tay, stop arguing with yourself. No. Now. Stop. Dammit…there he is.

Joe walked over with such confidence that it should be a crime, "If you keep your mouth open like that bugs will fly in to it." He warned in that deep voice of his. Taylor don't faint. You are not that easy. Taylor walked closer to him and smirked.

"I got a proposition for you." She said letting her lips slightly grave over his.

"I'm listening…"