Miley POV

We all walked out of the front door and to the garage. I opened it to reveal a black Porsche. It was my dad's and he had to leave it here a few weeks back when he visited, but had to fly back to LA on short notice. Needless to say, the boys were more than happy that he did as they walked around it, as boys do, and pointed out all the 'awesomeness.'

Fifteen minutes later, we drove into Nashville. While driving, I pointed out some things to them as we drove past, like my old school, the football field where I spent many days cheerleading, the bleachers where I punched Gary Coleman for making fun of Lesley's hair, the little ice cream parlour that I went to almost everyday with my brothers and sisters…

"Oh, and that's where I got my very first broken bone!" I said excitedly, pointing to a little ditch next to the road as we passed it. "I managed to crash my bike in there and ended up breaking my ankle." I laughed at the memory. "Johnnie Taylor's mom carried me all the way to her house while I was screaming my head off."

The others laughed at the mental picture as we finally reached the grocery store and I parked the car in one of the spots. It was kind of annoying that the only car we had to use was a Porsche. Don't get me wrong, I love this car, but we were trying to keep a low profile and cruising around Nashville in a Porsche wasn't the best way to keep from being recognised.

Fortunately for us, it was still early, so the kids would be at school, which left only adults to raid us, which was less likely. But a few of them did ask for our autographs as we headed to the store. Nevertheless, it was nowhere near as crazy as it got in LA so we were happy. If we were in LA, at least fifteen paparazzi would be following us around like little dogs right now.

Another ten minutes later, found me sitting in a shopping cart, surrounded by copious amounts of junk food with the occasional healthy snack here and there. The inner teenagers in us were definitely coming out. We had everything from pickles and peanut butter to ice cream, microwave popcorn and chocolate.

Nick was pushing the cart, wearing plastic, flowery pink sunglasses that we found in the toys aisle while the rest of us just grabbed random yummy-looking things from the racks and threw it into the cart. A can hit my knee once as it was thrown in and I scolded Mandy, but I was having too much fun to really care. We were like little kids at Disneyland, instead of famous celebrities in a grocery store.

Joe and Kevin were tossing a roll of toilet paper between them, using it as a football, while Mandy was skipping around munching on a chocolate bar as she pointed out useless things to us and did some filming for the Miley and Mandy show: shopping edition.

I was attempting to juggle oranges from my position in the cart, but lost control of one, which bounced off Nick's head and right back into the cart. I couldn't help but laugh through my apology and grabbed the camera from Mandy when she filmed my little stupid moment.

"Shopping cart cam!" I cried excitedly as I held it up in front of me. "Faster Nick!"

He obliged and pushed faster down the isle, heading for a laughing Kevin. A woman suddenly came around the corner and Nick used all his weight to slow down, coming to stop just in front of the middle-aged lady's cart. Her wide eyes became even wider when she saw who we were as we apologised profusely, and in the end, she just asked for an autograph for her daughter and a picture.

Of course, we obliged. I grinned from my position in the pile of food with Nick behind me; Joe and Kevin each put a toilet roll on their head to make us laugh and Mandy stuck her tongue out, true Mandy-style. Ha! If that picture ever ended up on the internet or youtube or wherever, I definitely wanted it to remember this day. I haven't felt so carefree in years!

We only got two more requests for autographs/pictures while inside, one which was from the checkout lady. She looked at us in shock while I argued with the boys over who was going to pay as they loaded the food off me. In the end, they won, because they grabbed the credit card I took from my purse and put Nick's down instead. I couldn't do more than pout, because I was still practically buried under junk food.

"You guys suck," I declared when they handed me back my credit card after paying with Nick's.

"You paid for the pizza Miles," Joe explained. "And we used your private jet… And we're staying in your house…"

"Fine!" I cried as we headed back to the car with the tonnes of grocery bags, but a giggle soon followed. I was having too much fun to pretend to be upset. Besides, we were going horse riding after lunch, which I loved more than almost anything. I stole a glance at Nick as I drove back to the farm, hoping he wouldn't be too scared. I was determined to get him to enjoy it.

My thoughts were soon drowned out as 'Sweet child of mine' came on the radio and Kevin leaned over between the seats to turn the volume up to almost deafening. A second later, we were all belting out the words to the song at the top of our lungs, knowing life didn't get any better than this.

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