"I'll show you to my room so you can get cleaned up," Jason said, smiling, "You can borrow some of my clothes because as sexy as that outfit is, it looks insanely uncomfortable."

"It is, I'm Destiny by the way," Miley said, finally introducing herself, "I'm 16, I go to Malibu High and I'm one depressed motherfucker."

Jason and Danny couldn't help but crack up.

"Haha, I like this chick," Danny said as he got the vacuum cleaner out, "Well Destiny, looks like my brother has fallen for you."

Jason punched his brother in arm and looked at the floor.

Destiny couldn't help but laugh, "And what makes you say that?"

Danny rolled his eyes, "Chicks."

Destiny made her way up to Jason's room. She immediately went for the bathroom to take a quick shower, she smelled horrible. She saw someone had puked in the toilet but didn't bother flushing it. She looked away, disgusted. She quickly took a shower and wrapped herself in a towel as she went through Jason's closet to find something to wear. She settled with on a pair of black basketball shorts and a white shirt with the words "I Love Bitches" on top of it. She just finished getting dressed as Danny walked in and burst out laughing.

"Nice outfit," he said, laughing even more. The clothes were insanely too big, but it looked really adorable. Then he handed her a rag and a bottle of windex, "Now if you will be kind enough to help me get this house clean."

Destiny groaned and started to help.

Meanwhile,

"I'll only be a second, I swear dude," Jeff said, pulling up, "I think this is the house."

"Dude, c'mon, we were supposed to go over to my girlfriends place" his friend argued.

"Wait, I swear, I left my jacket here. Look, it'll only take a sec, we'll be in and outta there in no time," Jeff said, getting out and slamming the car door. He impatiently knocked on the door.

"SOMEONE GET THE DOOR," Jason yelled from somewhere upstairs.

"I'll do it," Destiny replied, putting down the broom and opening the door. Jeff looked up in utter shock as he saw her face. Damn, it's that chick from last night…fuck, did I really hit her that hard?.

"Hey, who are you," she asked politely, clearly not recognizing him.

Good, she doesn't remember

"I um, left my jacket here, so I'm just gonna get it," he said, shoving her aside and walking inside.

"Excuse me, you didn't have to shove me," Destiny said, with a lot of attitude.

"Sorry babe," he said winking.

"Um, do I know you," Destiny asked, putting her hand on her hips.

"No, but judging by your face, I'm guessing you should. Looks like you need a new boyfriend, you current one is obviously a woman beater."

Jeff walked in and spotted his jacket in the corner. He grabbed it, slipped his number in Destiny's pocket and walked out.

"Who was that," Jason asked, coming down to see what was going on.

"Some random ass loser who forgot his jacket," Destiny replied, closing the door and grabbing the broom.

After hours of cleaning and a handful of aspirins each, the 3 finally collapsed on the couch.

"Damn, that took forever," Destiny said, "Well I should probably call one of my friends to come and get me, any of you seen my purse?"

"Check Danny's room," Jason said, as he dialled his phone, getting ready to order a pizza.

Destiny checked the whole room, as well as the rest of the house. Oh no! oh no! Someone stole my bag, now I'm REALLY going to be in trouble…

"Danny, someone stole my bag," she complained, giving him an evil glare.

"Save the attitude, I don't know where it is. Maybe you should've taken care of it," he said, trying hard not too laugh.

"It's not funnyyyyy," Destiny whined as she pouted.

"You're fucking adorable, you know that," Danny added as he handed her his cellphone, "Call your number, see who picks up."

"You do it, you're more intimidating," she said, handing it back to him. He rolled his eyes as she told him her number and he dialed it. He put it on speaker as they waited for someone to pick it up.

"Hey," a voice answered. It sounded like a girl.

"LISTEN YOU TRAMP, GIVE ME BACK MY CELLPHONE," Destiny yelled before she could stop herself. Danny gave her a look and then sighed.

"YOUR cellphone? Bitch please, this cellphone belongs to Hannah Montana. I'm not sure who you are or where you got this from, but you're a fucking thief," the person answered.

FUCK! I must've left my Hannah phone in my purse.

Danny burst out laughing, "Listen lady, this is Destiny's phone, I'm not sure where you're getting this from. Besides, you're the one who stole her purse while she was passed out on my bedroom floor."

"Oh yea? Is that why this phone is registered to Hannah Montana? Is that why I've gotten calls from Gwen Stefani and Jessica Simpson asking about a retirement party?" she answered.

"Oh that's just an inside joke with my friends," Destiny said, "Now give me back my fucking phone."

"No," she replied, "the only one that's getting this phone back from me is Hannah Montana."

With that, the girl hung up and Destiny sighed.

Danny was still laughing, "You know, you really do look a lot like Hannah Montana."

Danny stopped laughing all of a sudden and looked at her carefully.

"Hannah?"

"NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING," Destiny yelled, as she walked away. This can't be happening…