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"Scream, slap, and make a scene in public without caring who sees."

I sit on my four-poster bed ripping away at pages from the fat script that my mom delivered. I fiercely highlighted all of my lines in purple, and all of the actions in green. Reason for my anger? Like always, dear old mom. We haven't had a conversation since she stole me away from Dad's house yesterday. She'd talk, I'd grumble. I promised myself that no coherent words would pass through my lips in direction to her anytime soon. So instead I stuck to incoherent profanities aimed at her. Hey, it worked.

My eyes trailed over yet another page. I read the whole script twice last night, now I highlight. Hollywood fact that you might now of known; the script is never set in stone. This happens to be my eighth altered copy of this script in the past five days

The director is the famous Jeremy Leighton. You probably have heard of him, he is the most famous director in a long time, but he's also an anal perfectionist. Don't get me wrong; it's an honor that he showed any interest in me at all. I may be sick of Hollywood, but that doesn't make me stupid. He's the best there is, that's got to count for something.

My character, Jamie Atwood is a seventeen year old who is taken from her suburban home life and thrust into the Witness Protection Program, (WPP) after she witnesses the murder of her middle aged neighbor one night. But of course after altering her appearance and being put into a high class family she just so happens to fall in love with her eighteen year old hot neighbor, Will Grayson. She lies to him about who she is and eventually her past comes back and bites her.

Will is being played by "Hollywood heart throb" Evan Andrews. I've met him a few times at random events. He's like everyone else in Hollywood, tall, tan, toned, with brown hair and a killer haircut. He's arrogant, but besides that he's ok. I don't know but the fact that I spend a good amount of time kissing him turns me off to this movie. The action and the horror aspect is awesome, I even have a fight scene. But with Nick, I don't know…

What am I saying? We're just friends, I don't even know if you can call us that. We've known each other for what? Two weeks? Maybe less.

My buzzing phone brings me out of my silent rant, looking I smile.

"Hey Nick." I sit back on my bed abandoning my script and smile a toothy grin.

"Hey Superstar. What's going on in the life of the rich and famous?"

I laugh lightly, "Script reading, Help me!"

I hear Nick's deep laugh from the other side of the phone. I can almost see him smirking, "What? You don't like reading billions of screen play drafts all day long?"

"I'd rather pluck my eyes out." I say groaning, he laughs.

"Well I just called to make sure everything's alright. It seemed pretty heated when I left yesterday."

"Ugh, I'm alright. Lets just say my parents don't see eye to eye."

"I noticed."

A weird silence fell over the phone line. I hated talking about my problems to others like this. I guess that comes from years of 'hold your tongue, don't say anything too personal.' But what scared me was the fact that Nick was one of those people that you felt like you could spill your guts to.

Without thinking I blurted out, "There's a movie premier tonight for that new comedy, and I remember you saying something about it, so I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" I took a deep breath; I managed to babble that all out in one sentence.

"Whoa slow down Superstar, did you just ask me out?" I could hear the smirk and amusement in his voice.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean it doesn't have to be a date. We can go as friends. What ever you want." Ugh stupid! Stupid Miley! You just ruined everything!

"What time do I have to pick you up?" Nick said confidently, cutting me off mid rant.

"It starts at eight, but we need to be there at seven." I smiled.

"I'll pick you up at six thirty then, and we'll go."

"Really?" I could not believe this.

"Yup Superstar, it's a date."

"Great." I could feel the smile covering my face.

"It sure is." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice and somehow that only made my smile grow larger.

I heard a fist pounding on my door as I rolled over on my bed. "Hey Nick, I got to go, someone's here, and I'm not sure if I should be excited or scared."

He chuckled, "Alright Superstar, I'll see tonight."

"Bye." I clicked the off button on the phone and I walked over to my door. Squealing at the sight of my only real Hollywood friend, Demi. Before I could even process the fact that she was back from her trip, I was pulled into a suffocating hug.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so glad to see you!" Demi said smiling her larger then life smile.

"Me too Dem, me too."

Grabbing her hand, I pull her into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. She walks over to my bed, flopping down onto it a dramatic fashion, like always.

"You look happier than the last time I saw you," she says, studying my face closely as I flop down beside her on the bed.

I laugh, my cheeks reddening as I think about Nick.

"What's happened since the last time I was here?" she wiggled her eyebrows leaning towards me.

"Nothing really…" I said in a sing-song voice, and blush even harder, knowing that Demi's going to get it out of me any ways

"You ought to know by know that you can't lie to me."

"Ugh I need more oblivious friends." I dramatically roll over onto my back, looking at the plastic glow in the dark stars that cover my ceiling. My mom doesn't know about that one.

"Too bad you're suck with me sweetie! Now spill!"

"Well, I was running away from the paparazzi, and my mom a few weeks ago. I pretty much found myself in the middle of nowhere and had a mental break down in an ally that involved shoe throwing, and some tears, and once I realized that you were out of town and I was lost I started wandering. Fast forward two hours and I enter this small bar and meet a guy."

A squeal escapes Demi's lips, "DETAILS!" she says bouncing up and down on the bed like a five year old.

I bite down on my lip, trying to think of what to say first. "Well, his name's Nick."

"And? Come on girl! I've been away for a month and I come back and you have a boyfriend, and all you're going to give me is, his name's Nick?"

"Well he's a few months older then me, he works at that bar that I mentioned. His uncle owns it. He lives with his dad and his little sister Abby. He has a brother too, but they don't talk, and his mom passed away. He lives on the other side of California, out by my Dad's, and his dad is a doctor. He has these gorgeous brown curls and matching brown eyes that you could honestly get lost in. He's annoyingly cocky and refuses to call me anything but Superstar. He's just, amazing…"

"He works at a bar? Are you serious?" Demi asks.

I nod my head and her eyes get wide. Out of everything, that's what she picks up on?

"Miley, what are you thinking? You and I both know that he could be using you! You can't trust people like that. People unlike us!"

"I know it sounds bad but he's a really good guy, and we're only friends, really."

She sighs, "Okay Miles, I believe you. But I can't approve until after I meet him!" She smiles at me, giddy, and starts getting up from the bed.

"Well you'll get to tomorrow because he's my date to your premiere." I say it in an it's no big deal type of tone, just knowing it'll cause a bigger reaction from her.

"I can't wait!" Demi squeals then reaches her hand out to me and I look at it questioningly.

"What are you doing?" I ask tentatively. She shakes her head and grabs my hand.

"Helping you up silly, we've got to get ready!" I laugh along with her as I get up from the bed.

She's brought her outfit with her in a bag that is now hanging up on my clothing rack. She walks over to the vanity in my room and plugs in the flat iron and the curling iron. She navigates through my room like it's her own, classic Demi. She tares through my closet tossing me eight dresses. I look at her in horror.

It takes Demi two hours to get ready, and me only about twenty minutes. That's how it's always been, and that's probably how it will always be. Demi just cares more about her looks then I do.

We both stand in front of the mirror when we're finished.

Demi has her hair straighten, with her bangs pulled to the side. She has on slimming, edgy short black dress that looks like it was made for her, and it looks so good. She's wearing a pair of my black heals, that mom bought me, and she couldn't have looked any better.

I on the other hand, for the first time, in a long times feel completely insecure about my looks. I'm wearing a pink polka dot dress with a bubble hem, and dark pink pumps. My hair is slightly curled, and my makeup is minimal, contrasting to Demi's dark eyeliner.

Demi saw my look of hesitation, and smiled. "You look great Mile, and this boy would be blind not to see it."

I smiled at her, "thanks Dems, you look great too."

"Thank you. Well I have to go now so that I don't interrupt any of your time with this Nick guy." She giggles.

"Okay, okay. See you there," She smiles and hugs me before walking out my door. I look around at my room and my closet. Hurricane Demetria has defiantly swept through.

-XOxoXO-

"Miss Stewart, Mr. Gray is here." Zelda's voice rings through the house intercom. Thank god my mom isn't here.

I take a deep breath and descend down the spiral hardwood staircase.

"Hey there Superstar, you look great." He's smiling at the bottom of the last step. I have to remind myself to breathe. He looks amazing.

"Hey Nick, you don't look so bad yourself." Understatement of the year, He looks amazing. He's wearing dark jeans, black converse, a red shirt and a black blazer on top. Demi and I took to calling this look the California tuxedo.

Nick laughed, "Abby gets the credit, she said that either I wear this or I wind up on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean very confused."

I laughed and felt all of my nerves go away. I loved and hated how relaxed I could be around Nick, while at the same time he gave me insane butterflies in my stomach just by standing there. "We should get going, earlier we are the less time we have to spend on the red carpet."

"Red carpet?" Nick asked looking unsure.

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed.

"What! What's wrong, what hurts, are you ok?" Nick panicked.

"Run!!! Head for the hill, apocalypse! Nick Gray is nervous!!!" I pretended to faint, and then I broke out into hysteric laughter.

"Not cool Superstar, not cool. I thought you were dying or something." Nick looked at me seriously.

I stopped laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm just joking." I felt the size of an ant. After a minute Nick then broke out into hysterics of his own. "Hey! Not funny, I thought you were really mad!"

"Hey now were even, plus the look on your face was priceless." Nick flashed me a cocky smile. Goodbye nervous Nick, I'll miss you dearly.

"Ok, ok come on we have millions of flashing cameras and vulture like reporters waiting for us!" Satisfied with the flicker of panic in Nick's eyes, I pulled him by the hand out of my house.

We took a limo that my mom's assistant arranged for me. I could tell this was all new to Nick and that made me smile. He's one deep good looking breathe of fresh air.

-XXooXX-

"Miss Stewart, landing I twenty." Brad called from the driver's seat. Brad has been driving me to all of my events for as long as I could remember. He, like Greg, is always on my side. Brad might not be as vocal about it, but we've come up with codes to help me get around.

"Kay thanks Brad. You ready Nick?" I turned to face him as I could feel the tires slowing as they started to join the line of the limos.

"As long as you're there Superstar." He said smirking as I roll my eyes.

"Ok Lover-Boy lets go." I scooted to the door but stayed put. Nick gave me a questioning glace but I just signaled for him to wait. I counted out loud, "Five, four, three, two, and one."

"Good luck Miss Stewart." Brad said opening the door right on time. I smiled at him and walked into a sea of flashes guiding Nick.

"So this is what it's like huh?" Nick whispered in my ear as we began the walk down the carpet.

"I wish, the reporters come in soon," I groaned.

"Just keep smiling Superstar, and if this ends up being lame, I know a 24 hour ice cream stand a few blocks away." Nick mumbled into my ear wrapping an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him and smiled. He was smirking as per usual, but the intense butterflies caused by his touch could overpower his smirk any day.

"Miley, Miley!!! Over here!" I turned to see the reporter and found myself in inches of his microphone. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Hello." I said pleasantly, with a smile that if you knew me well enough you could tell was pure BS.

"Ed Sanders, Celebrity Magazine. So how does it feel being out here to support your friends in this new movie?"

I flashed another fake smile; man I was getting good at those. "Great, amazing, awesome. I really can't wait to see this movie, I know everyone's worked so ridiculously hard on it, and I'm sure it'll pay off."

"Great, great, so I hear you have a new movie in the works? Anything that you can tell us?" I smiled with fake laser-whitened teeth, and a bad spray tan, disgusting.

"No sorry, all I can say is that the script is amazing and I just hope I can live us to my character."

"Oh well," the reporter paused, noticing Nick for what seems like the first time. I took his moment of vulnerability and went for it.

"Well we must be going now, Thank you so much and I hope to see you later." I said in a rushed sweet voice. I then grabbed Nick's hand and moved down further in the line.

I looked back at the reporter for a second and he looked absolutely baffled by my quick exit, Perfect get away if I do say so myself."

"Hey Superstar, you could of let him ask about me, I don't mind." Nick whispered in my ear.

"I know, but I do. I don't want them harassing you, your dad, and Abby. I like being around you, but I don't want you to have to be forced into my life style." I whispered back.

"Well thank you, but seriously, I don't mind if it comes up."

And of course it did. We approached the second to last interviewer and stopped to take photos along the way. It's Kelly again, and I take a deep breath. Kelly is nice in one on ones but on the red carpet she's doesn't miss a thing.

"Ah, next we have miss Smiley Miley. How are you today?" Kelly says shoving the microphone in my face.

"Great Kelly, and you?" I say in a fake sweet heart voice.

"Good, good, now Miley, who's this fine looking man you've got on your arm tonight?" Of course she'd notice.

"Nick Gray, Nice to meet you." Nick says putting his hand out to shake Kelly's. She looks taken back.

"You too, now Miley, you denied having a boy friend not too long ago on my show, is there something you're not telling us?" Kelly looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"No, no, I'm single, Nick's just a really great friend, and we've been hanging out." I say, but I know the fake smile's deteriorating.

"Ah, friend. Ok, sure. Well that's all the time we have for this interview, but I'll keep you all posting on this 'friendship.'" Kelly said winking at the camera, I was mad as I pulled Nick away, god I hate Kelly.

Nick put is arm around my shoulder and side hugged me. Why is it that he's so perfect? He's just amazing. I smile up at him as we make our way to the last reporter, it's Gary White, probably the only reporter that's ever scared me. He's notorious for ruining careers, he's ruthless and he's just plain mean. I feel my breath catch in my throat. Nick looks at me curiously, I just shake my head and we walk over.

"Ah, Miley Stewart, how are you dear?" His voice disgusts me, I feel dirty like I need a shower this instance. He's a scumbag.

"Just great Gary, just great."

"So Miley lets cut to the chase, I saw some pictures of you recently at your dad's house I presume, how was it?" I was wary of his innocent question.

"Good, I love it there."

"Really? Cause I've heard that your dad's a notorious gold digger, but at least he's not a cheating slut like your mother." He said looking at me.

My smile faltered, I looked murderous. "My dad's a great person, you have no right to criticize him." I say through clenched teeth.

"I do believe I have every right Miss Teen Princess, bill of rights sweet heart. But come on, you don't have to lie to us, we all know he's only in touch with you for the money, why else would he only see you when he has to?" That was it the final straw, those words hit a nerve, a big fat ugly nerve.

"HOW DARE YOU!" My nose scrunched up in emotional overload and before I knew what I was doing my hand collided with his cheek, hard. "MY FATHER WOULD NEVER! HE IS A BILLION TIMES THE PERSON YOU'LL EVER BE AND YOU HAVE NO PLACE QUESTIONING THE CUSTODY AGEEMENT THAT MY PARENTS HAVE. GO FALL OFF A CLIFF, THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE WITH ONE LESS JACK ASS!" I yelled, by now every reporter was scribbling furiously, every camera was snapping photos and every phone was videoing my outburst, but I didn't care. I deserved this outburst, and he deserved that slap, god I wish I could do wayyy worse then slapping him, but I was being steered off of the carpet by a strong arm wrapped around my shoulder. I guess I won't be seeing this movie.

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