"Coming Home"
"Well they say its where the heart is, and I guess the hardest part is, when your heart is broken, and you're lost out in the great wide open, looking for a map, finding your way back, to where you belong, well that's where I belong.
Home. The world tried to break me; I found a road to take me, Home. There's nothing, but a blue sky now, after all of my running, I'm finally coming, Home." – Country Strong
Miley stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the grand Hotel. She couldn't believe that this was her "home". Like many times before, Miley wished that something in her life could be a little bit more normal. She'd bet that most kids didn't have to live in a hotel, while their parents redecorated the penthouse, for the third time in two years. Miley let out a sigh, because she knew normal wasn't in the cards for her. She grabbed onto her oversized Marc Jacobs shoulder bag, and entered the building.
"Miss Cyrus." She heard the young man at the front desk call out surprised. This wasn't her first time being at this hotel. She knew them all too well. The hotel bar used to be her usual Thursday-night hangout spot, just like how King Cole Bar at The St. Regis Hotel used to be her place to go when she wanted to find some stranger who could verify all the things she thought about men, love and herself. But when she wanted to blow off some steam, she could usually be found at Table 50, or when she was out with her socialite friends she'd be at Bungalow 8, or when she didn't wanna be found at all she usually went to Rudy's Bar & Grill. No, Miley was no stranger to the nightlife of New York.
Miley smiled politely towards the young man at the front desk, while she kept walking towards the elevators. She noticed how the young man kept staring at her, and it wasn't a stare in surprise. She knew that stare very well she had seen it many times before. She wasn't clueless. She knew very well the effect she had on the opposite sex. For as long as she could remember, she had always had boys following her around. Sometimes she enjoyed it. She liked knowing that she could get almost all men to do about almost anything for her, and it's not like she hadn't taken advantage of that in the past. The things she had gotten away with, just because of her looks, would shock even the most sinful of people in the world. But sometimes, her looks bothered her. She found herself often questioning men's intentions. Where they with her because the liked her, and not just her body? She felt very often misunderstood by the other girls. Even though they didn't say anything to her, she knew they talked about her. She knew about all the times they had started rumors about her, like that the only reason she hadn't flunked out of school, was because she flirted with the male teachers and even allowed some of them to her touch her. Miley never confronted them, they were her friends. Fucked up right, but that's how this world works. You never know who to trust, and even your best friends will stab you in the back if it means to get ahead. To survive you had to grow a thick skin, and keep your real feeling and thoughts tucked far away. You are who they wanted you to be.
Miley pressed the elevator button, looked up at the numbers as they counted down towards the hotel foyer. Firmly she tucked down her black Galliano leather jacket. The elevator opens, and she enters. As she's about to press the button for the top floor she hears a gentle yet a strong man's voice, "Please hold the elevator". She quickly puts her hand between the closing doors, stopping the elevator. "Thanks.." he says before entering. Miley gives him a smile and nods. She takes a step back into the corner, crosses her arms and again, watches the numbers go higher. She could sense the boy next to her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Again, she was used to people looking at her, but somehow this seemed different. He wasn't looking her up and down, he was looking at her. She didn't say or do anything, because he seemed harmless. The elevator finally stopped, and she exits, only to see the boy follow her. She tried to ignore it, but as she was about to enter her mother's penthouse and he was still following her, she quickly turned around, still with her arms crossed, "Can I help you with anything" she asked him. "Uhh, I don't think so" he answered with a soft smile on his lips. Miley looked at him confused, points at the door, "Are you heading in there"? He slowly nods, "Yeah I am. Well I'm at least trying to." He answered, still smiling softly at her. Miley smiled gently back, before turning around and shaking her head. She kept walking before stopping in front of the door, as she put her hand on the knob, she freeze. "(Clears his throat) Are you gonna go inside"? He asked while standing two steps behind her. Miley let out a heavy sigh "Yeah, I'm trying to", she turned her head and looked at the boy over her shoulder, "Well I know from experience that sometimes it helps to turn the knob" he said with a big smile across his face. Miley let out a gentle laugh "Good to know". In just one moment this stranger made her forget everything she was about to face on the other side of that door.
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