The first chapter! (; tell me if you like, or what I can do better (; flames are accepted!
ALSO! in this story, it's only going to be Brandi and Noah in her family, (No Trace or Braison) kay? (;
& it has to be the 'Stewarts' but, every name in here is going to be a real name, but different last names.
Miley got ready for the day, slowly but surely. The days seemed to drag on and on with no end, still she couldn't picture it any other way, she couldn't picture her life any better. She loved it the way it was. There was commotion downstairs and she knew that a little girl especially was waiting for her. She finished straightening the last piece of her hair just as her name was called from the kitchen for breakfast.
She rushed out of the room, shoving bits and pieces into drawers. Her feet thumped one by one down each stair, hitting the stairs rhythmically. She sat down next to the toddler that was at the table happily eating her Coco Puffs. She kissed the top of her head as the girl squealed of delight. Her Mom placed Frosted Flakes in front of her seat.
"Thank you," she smiled cutely, starting to eat the cereal, engaging in a conversation with Noah, Caitlin joining in every now and again. Her parents and older sister happily watching the three chat. If there was one person who was the glue to their family it was Miley. She always knew advice, and even if she was down she would try to act strong without complaints, a thing everyone wanted to be able to do. Even her oldest sister looked down to her as a role model. She had that charm about her that you couldn't help but love.
However, the breakfast eventually had to end as breakfast's do. Miley and Noah ran into the front room to put on their shoes. It was Friday, the last day until the weekend. She went into the kitchen after Noah to say her goodbyes.
"No," Caitlin pouted as she kissed her head, telling her 'I love you'. Her lip started to quiver and it was beyond obvious that soon a tantrum would start.
"Come on, Sweetie, I have to go," Miley tried to plead with her, starting to pull away. She made it no farther than the doorway in the kitchen before the three year old ran as fast as she could, holding onto her jeans.
"No! Don't leave me, Mommy!" She sobbed into Miley's jeans, clutching them tightly. Softly she picked her up, cradling her in her arms. She hated seeing her child like this. Yes, Miley was a sixteen year old mother.
"You know I have to. And you get to stay here with Brandi! Then, right after school I'll play with you and only you. Okay?"
Sniffling she nodde while her mother passed her on to Brandi who smiled at her. It was an amazing talent she had. She never had to discipline anyone, when they were with her they were because they were always so naturally well-behaved. Caitlin was the same way. Ever since she was raised Miley found an approach that was gentle and loving to the point where she did know right from wrong but Miley never once had to raise her voice. Her child was the most mannered girl Brandi had ever met though.
Miley walked out the door with Noah and to the corner where Nick and his little brother Frankie would be waiting. They always were or it was the Stewart clan that would be waiting. It had been like that ever since Miley moved in and met Nick. Noah and Frankie ran ahead a ways.
"Hey," Nick greeted grinning as he gave her a peck on the lips. She smiled, pulling away and running her hand through her hair with a sigh. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she put on a fake smile. She hated lying to him, but he was her boyfriend and it wasn't exactly attractive to have a child. Even if there was a good reason behind it. "Just tired."
He nodded understandingly. The truth was, she felt horrible. But the reason why was because of Caitlin, therefore she couldn't tell him that she felt bad. He didn't know about Caitlin, she was living on a lie. A big one, one that couldn't go on much longer. The only reason she kept it for so long, was because she needed him. As much as she wanted to believe that he wouldn't leave her now, the truth was that he would. That's why she didn't tell him. But after dating for months, and him not being able to go to her house, he got suspicious and Miley would have to tell him soon.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he double checked a few seconds later.
"Yeah, Nick. I'm fine," she persisted. "What did you do last night?"
"Nothing really, I missed you though."
Blushing she leaned up, softly kissing him on the cheek. "I missed you too."
"I love you, Mi. You know that right?"
They did this to each other a lot. Most couples grew out of the phase but they never did. They were both always like brand new puppy dog lovers.
"I love you too, Nicky," that much was true.
"You know what I like best about our relationship?"
"What's that?" Miley asked.
"That there are no secrets between us, absolute honesty," he hinted that he wanted to know what Miley was hiding.
Nick wasn't an idiot. He wasn't the brightest apple in the box but he most definitely wasn't so dumb as to believe Miley's bad excuses. She tried to keep herself so pulled together and maintained that it was to the point where it couldn't be true. She was always so frantic about someone finding out her secret that sometimes she forgot that she was able to mess up, make mistakes. And she was.
"Yeah," Miley let out a soft laugh, crossing her fingers by her thigh. "No secrets."