A/N: So this chapter is really pointless and sort of boring, but trust me drama will arrive. I'm planning on badly Niley's relationship up to the point where she hates him and then boom ;) With twists inbetween, of course.

Ps - sorry for any typos :(

Chapter 2

Only you can bring me down.

The bright California sunshine crept through the thin curtains early in the morning, awakening Miley and welcoming her into an another day of what was her new Paradise. New adventures were lining up for her and for once she was in a good mood waking up and she was excited about going downstairs to eat breakfast with a family. Not even twenty four hours had gone by and she already felt like part of the family, they made her feel comfortable and at ease, well except Nick who rarely spoke and rarely looked at her. But she didn't need him; Kevin, Joe, Denise and Paul were enough.

She slipped her legs out the bed and made her way to the mirror. Quickly she pulled her hair up into a messy bun and grabbed a hoody that was lying over the back of the chair by the dressing table. She threw it on and made her way downstairs, trying to remember what way it was to the kitchen. If they were even in the kitchen? She didn't know what their usual morning routine was. But she made her way to the kitchen and found them all gathered round the breakfast bar. She smiled to herself as she made her way over to them. It was a beautiful family sight and she was part of it. Nothing could bring her down.

"Morning Miley," Kevin smiled as she took a seat beside him.

"Good morning."

A plate was placed in front of her, piled with pankcakes, bacon, sausages and eggs. Never had she been given so much food before. She looked up at Denise, unsure whether all this food was for her. Denise gave her a small nod and a smile and slowly Miley began to eat. Boy did she love this family.

Nick sat opposite her, making no eye contact whatsoever. He was so disconnected from the world, Miley wondered if he even knew she was sitting across from him. He was sitting there in a world of his own, well at least Miley thought until he joined into Kevin and Joe's conversation about the plans for the day.

"I'm going out, so don't include me in any planes," he mumbled in a low voice. Miley's plate ws quickly whisked away before she had even said thank you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Well why don't you take Miley out with you and show her around?" Kevin suggested and Miley awkwardly smiled at Nick who just laughed.

"Yeah cause I'm going to do that," he laughed and Miley's smile disappeared.

"Nicholas," Denise warned and the laughter stopped.

"No, no. It's fine," Miley said, not wanting to cause trouble. Truthfully she didn't want to go anyway, what could be more awkward than spending a day with Nick and his friends?

"Nick take her, show her around."

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To Miley's suprise that was all it took to convince Nick and so here she was, sitting in the front of his car beside him. The silence was killing her, but she didn't know what to say and she was afraid to say anything incase he just blanked her. The radio was turned on and was so loud that Miley couldn't even hear her own thoughts, but it was alright because at least it was something that was cutting the awkward silence. She sat and glanced out the window, watching the beautiful sights of LA pass by.

They pulled up by the beach and Miley suddenly began to feel extremely nervous as she saw the giant group of teenagers gathered on the beach. Nick stopped the car and turned to face Miley.

"Don't do or say anything, ok?" Nick warned and Miley just nodded and stepped out the car. She made her way to the group of Nick's friends, closely behind Nick. She began to feel sick as nerves boiled up inside of her. They all turned round to see Nick walking towards them, confused about why there was an unfamiliar girl following him. A dark haired, pretty girl stood in the lead, her hands placed on her tiny hipbones, her lips pouted. Miley knew she was not thrilled about her being there.

"Hi Nicky," the brown haired girl squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and roughly kissing him on his lips. Miley looked away in disgust at their P.D.A. Everyone turned back round and began soaking up the sun and engrossing themselves in connversation. Miley took Nick's word and sat away, excluded from the group. She sat cross legged, picking up the sand and letting it drain through her fingers. She didn't mind sitting on her own, infact shhe preferred it and had spent most of her life being alone. She looked over at the group and studied them. They sat there wearing their designer clothes, bragging about their money and their popularity. Gossip and scandal was all they cared about in their pretty, little lives. A break up or not being able to get the latest designer handbag was the biggest problem they had to deal with in their precious lives.

A pretty girl with black, straight hair and dark make up made her way over to Miley. She gave Miley a friendly smile and sat beside her. She was different from the group. She wore white ripped shorts and a baggy shirt with a band Miley had never heard off and black converses. While the others wore their abercrombie and fitch shorts with their expensive tank tops, flip flops and bikinis underneath.

"Hi, I'm Demi," she introduced and Miley smiled, looking over at Nick who was sending her death glares. Demi turned to see what Miley was looking at and she turned back to face Miley shaking her head and laughing. "Don't listen to him he's a dill head. Whatever he's told you, ignore it."

"Thanks," she laughed. "I'm Miley."

"Wow, that's a beautiful name. So are you a cousin or what?" Demi asked turning her back on the group and sitting to face Miley, crossing her legs.

"Um no, the Gray's are my new foster parents."

Demi's mouth dropped open, "For real?"

"Mhm," Miley nodded. Apparently telling people his parents decided to foster wasn't first on his list.

"Wow, that's so cool. So where are you from?"

"Orginally Tennessese, but I've been shipped from family to family all over the place."

From the corner of her eye she caught everyone from the group stand up and make their way over to their cars. Miley began to panic. She knew that he wasn't thrilled about her being here, but he wouldn't leave her on the beach with no clue on how to get back. Or would he? Nick and the brown haired girl jumped in his car and suddenly everyone had pulled away. It seems like he would. Great, she thought. Apparently she could be brought down, and she should have known something like this would have happened.

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After three hours and many wrong turns Miley finally found her way back to the house. Demi had given her directions, but it was hard considering it wass a fifteen minute drive, and she had to talk different path from the one she had taken on the drive down. Her feet were aching and her clothes clung to her body as the sun was slowly melting her. Oh boy did she hate Nick? She knew he wasn't happy with her, but did he really have to leave her stranded in LA?

She entered the house and made her way to the living room, where Denise was pacing the room. When she walked into the room there was a sigh of relief and she was embraced in a giant hug. Miley fell onto the sofa, exhausted and noticed everyone was there, except Nick. Everyone threw Miley questions and she tried answering with minimum words possible. It was tiring. Miley's eyes slid shut but immediately opened as she heard the front door slam shut.

"Mom, she wasn't there," Nick breathed, tired from running from the car into the house.

"Because she's right here," Denise said in a loud, angry tone. Miley cringed, she hated being the cause of family disagreements. "Now I think you owe Miley an apology."

"Sorry," he murmured, making no eye contact.

"It's fine."

"No it's not fine. How could you be so irresponsible? She just moved here and you leave her alone on a beach in LA, in which she had to find her way home. I know you weren't happy about taking her out with you, but you could of at least looked after her and brought her home. God anything could have happened to her!" Denise screamed.

Miley felt so awkward sitting there. She had to admit, it was nice that someone cared so much about her well being after only knowing her a day, but one thing she hated was family arguements. It reminded her of her real family. It was all they ever did, argue argue argue! Until finally her father walked out, leaving her mother alone with a six year old. Most people thought it was strange how she could remember those moments so clearly, but they were the only memories she had of her family, except for one photo. It was those memories of her real family that kept her going and so she used everything inside of her to cling onto them.

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After what seemed like all of eternity Miley managed to escape to her bedroom. In there she threw herself face down on her bed, missing her mother more than ever. She had never bothered much about her father, considering he didn't care for her. Never did he try and contact her, or make an effort. Miley hadn't heard from him, or recieved a Birthday or Christmas card from him since she was six. Why bother and love someone who didn't show love back? It was a waste and it was something Miley had learnt the hard way.

It didn't take long before Miley fell asleep and when she awoke darkness had swallowed up her room and she opened her bedroom door, unaware of what time it was, and the whole house was in darkness. She shut the door disappointed. She had missed her first dinner with her new family. Surely that wasn't a good impression on the family? This was one family she wanted to impress, the family she hoped would be the one's. After only a day she trusted them, with the exception of Nick of course.

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