Miley's POV:
It's the First of July. Canada Day. The day where everything was red and white. Wherever you went. Now I'm in the USA. And everything, just not. I miss my old home, my old friend, my old everything. We not so much really. I'll make new ones. Joe and Justin said that there are already people down stairs waiting to meet me. "Nothing to be scared about Miles…" That's all I remember Joe saying before walking out. Note to self, my older brothers a liar. Nothing, NOTHING! How can he say it's nothing? I lost my mom, had to leave Canada to move with a dad and two brothers that I never knew I had. I left my family. Both blood family and street family. I didn't really mind the blood family. They bugged me anyways, but the streets. They're my life! I had to leave, and now the poor things are life with Nicole as their leader. Its okay, I'm sure Ash & V got her kicked out by now.
"MILEY RAY!" Justin scremed from the stairs. Pulling me outta my thoughts and dropping me into the world I didn't really wanna be in. I pulled my black tank top of the yellow under tank I was wearing. Grabbed my yellow legging and then covered them with a pair of jean short shorts. It felt so weird to be wearing this, but Joe told me his friends are Perv so yeah... First day here, I don't really want anyone looking at me like that. Plus I've still got Josh waiting for me back home. He promised me that he'd come and see me. & He'd bring Zac and Ash and even V. I was beyond smiley with even a thought of seeing my family again.
"MILEY RAY CY…" Justin balled, storming in thought my room door. Glad I'm dressed.
"HEAR OF KNOCKING! I COULD HAVE BEEN CHANGING YOU LITTLE...!" I trailed off, knowing he's my brother and I've never seem him act like that, plus he's my like 15, and he'd tell their dad, and the person house that I'm staying in. No that man is not my dad, I've known him of a week, he hasn't got that name yet. Or the rights to even think of himself like that. Well at least to me he hasn't.
Justin walked in and closed the room behind him. "Chill Miles. I'm not gonna trip, but the rest of them might if you don't get your butt down there!"
Wow. Since when did guys have mood swings? "Wow. So I moved to another Courtey to live with a little brother that PMS's? What. Did you learn that from Joe too?" I smirked. Winning this battle.
"HA! Funny sis. Now get downstairs before I kick you down there, flirt with some of our friends, become someone the girl's truth, and hate me and Joe. Kay? Kay!" Justin whispered faster then I could put it all in my head.
"WHAT! Hold up little bro!" I yelled at him, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and pulling him back from the door. "What do you mean? I'm NOT flirting with any of your disgusting friend and Hating you guys! not my thing. Kay?"
"Fine don't flirt, just make friend and just don't be so close to me and Joe. We have a rep you know! Justin hissed at me like a little kitty trying to get free. I laughed.
"Alright lil bro. lets go have some fun." I smirked, gripping on the collar of his shirt little tighter and walking out my door with him.
"Ah, Justy! It's okay lil bro, girls don't have germs after gr.9!" I balled loud enough for everyone downstairs to look and turn towards the staircase eyes us as l I pinched his cheeks and he cried out in pain.
"MILES! MILEY! MILEY RAY!" He screamed as we walked side by side. I just laughed. Pretty sure I just won. Yup. I did. Miley, one. USA, None. Maybe I'll like to here. I let go of him at the bottom on the stairs and him away from me as fast as he could and into the living room hiding behind Joe.
I walked over smiling, like I had nothing to do with it. Like I do most of the time. Giggling to myself. Looking at my brothers funny faced.
"Don't even think about it Cyrus!" Joe said in a, I'm-gonna-try-to-be-mean-to-my-sister-in-front-of-my-friends, way.
The anger was building up inside of me. CYRUS! WHO GAVE HIM THE GOAHEAD TO CALL ME CYRUS! It surely wasn't me! I didn't dare call myself that ever! It was my moms name. Ray's my dad, he's still alive and I do live with him. But for now I call him Billy Ray. Or Ray. Or Billy. Anything but Cyrus! Yes, that was his last, last name. His name in Billy Ray CYRUS. But No one calls here will ever call me that. Only my friends. My friends from Canada! That's it! No one else. And Joe just had to started something I really wish he didn't. My anger and madness would be too much for me to hold inside. I was gonna pop. I knew it and from the look on his & Justin's face they knew it to. But why, they'll never know!
"CYRUS!" I cried at him, my face turning red. I stepped closer, moving Joe's back to a wall and Justin beside him. "YOU NEVER EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING ME CYRUS AGAIN! I'LL HAVE YOU HANGING FROM THE ROOF BY TWO FINGURES! GOT ME JOE!" I screamed louder then I had thought I was in my head. Opp's?
Joe looked at me, like he just wet himself. "Yeah ... I got you Mil—eey-.." He whispered down, the tear we're slowly running down my cheeks. This is the first time I've cried since I heard my pop died. That was ten years ago. I was eight. I guess things change?