Miley's POV

"Nate?" I said quietly. Oh my god. What's he doing here? I leaned into Mikayla a little more, but she didn't move.

"Hey Mick." he said, pushing himself off the wall to come over to us. "Hiya, Miley."

"Hey, man." Mikayla responded. She used one hand to bump his fist. "How ya been?" Nate shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Alright." he said. "I'm feeling a lot better now, though." He looked between me and Mikayla and was about so speak again when Jason interrupted him.

"Sweet! Gang's all here now." he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We should head inside to see if the Stewarts need us to do anything, guys." Shane nodded as Nate hesitated, but he followed his brothers anyway. They each gave us some kind of goodbye as they went on the porch and through the back door. Mikayla hadn't moved since Nate had gotten there.

"Mikayla?" I said. She was silent, which kind of scared me. I rubbed the small of her back and kissed her.

"Mikayla?" I tried again. Mikayla looked down at me with curiosity and held me closer to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her voice was gentle, and I couldn't help but feel like I could spill everything to her.

"I. . .u-umm-" I murmured. "I'm fine, Micky." Ugh, I'm such a wuss! I knew Mikayla didn't believe me one bit, but she kissed my forehead and I put my head on her shoulder.

"You just seemed really tense." she told me. "And your forehead's pretty warm." I pulled away from her and backed away toward the house.

"No, I'm sure it's nothing." I said, trying my best to play through Mikayla's disbelieving stare. "It's kinda warm out here and I did get a lot of hugs and you know body heat transfers and I guess I was just shocked about seeing everybody again but everything's fine and dandy, really-" I tripped backwards over the first porch step and hit my head, making Mikayla run over to me, fast as lightning.

"Miley!" she sat me up. "Are you hurt?" Yes.

"No." I shook my head and made her sigh.

"Maybe you need to lay down for a while, Baby." she suggested, putting her hand on my knee.

"Mmm, maybe I do." came a groan as I rubbed the back of my head. It hurt a little.

"We should go inside." she said. With a little help from my girlfriend, I was back on my feet and shuffling up the porch stairs. Mikayla took my hand as we went inside and slipped past everyone in the front room up the stairs. I led her to the old room I stayed in when I used to visit Mamaw and she closed the door behind us. The room was a little plain, but it had a comfy bed and that's all that mattered. Mikayla let my hand go and smoothed out the covers before she sat down on the bed.

"Here, lay down." she said, patting the empty space beside her. I hesitated before smiling at my girlfriend and laying down. Perfect opportunity for payback. Mikayla moved so that she was laying ontop me. She kissed my nose and pulled back to look lovingly into my eyes.

"You feel better, Baby?" she asked softly, stroking my hair. I just love how she is with me. My lips found hers and my hands found her waist.

"I will in a minute." I purred. I kissed her again, but she pulled away from me.

"Miley, really?" she sighed.

"Yes, really." I huffed. Mikayla frowned and shook her head.

"But you just fell, Baby-"

"I'm okay."

"And you hit your head which I know is hurting you, even though you say you're fine."

"But-"

"No, Miley." she said sternly. "We're not doing this now."

"But Micky!" I whined. Mikayla got off the bed and I growled at her as I sat up. I started to follow her, but she motioned me to stop.

"You-" she pointed to me. "Bed." She pointed to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as she said the last word. "Stay."

"Aren't you gonna stay with me?" I pouted. My girlfriend shook her head and folded her arms.

"You need to rest." She said. I whined, but that only made her laugh.

"Will you at least come get in the bed with me for a while?" I asked. Mikayla looked like she was actually considering it, and then she smiled dangerously; my heart stopped once I saw the familiar darkness in her eyes.

"Baby, you won't rest if I get in the bed with you." she purred. I screwed my eyes shut as a wave of dirty me+Mikayla+bed images flooded my mind.

"Oh God, did you really have to say that?" I groaned. Mikayla laughed and I opened my eyes.

"I'm sorry." she apologized. "But. . . I just wanna make sure you're alright, and I honestly can't trust myself to lay in a bed with you without getting a little carried away."

"Like I'd mind." I muttered. I totally wouldn't. Mikayla smiled and came back to the bed. She bent down and her gentle fingers skimmed through the loose curls of my hair. I let out a sigh as her lips landed on my forehead.

"I love you." she said. I looked into her eyes as I leaned forward and connected our lips.

"I love you, too." I said back. My girlfriend slowly withdrew her fingers from my hair and kissed me again.

"Promise me you'll stay here until you really feel better?" she asked.

"Promise." I nodded. The small pain at the back of my head resurfaced when I shook it; I winced and soothed it with my hand. Mikayla got back on the bed and eased me down gently, making sure my head landed on the pillow. I looked up at her and couldn't help but remember how many times we've been in this position today.

"Promise me we can finish what we started in the car?" I asked. Mikayla smirked.

"Of course." She answered. "I was planning on that anyway, but then you went and bumped that big head of yours." I gasped and my girlfriend chuckled.

"My head's not big!" I frowned. Mikayla smiled and gave me one last kiss before she left me on the bed and walked to the door.

"Sleep tight, Babygirl." she said as she closed the door behind her. I sat up to watch her leave then laid back down because my head was hurting again. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. I hit my head, through the pain I'm still thinking about what I want Mikayla to do to me, and my ex is downstairs with my girlfriend. . .

Damn, why does everything happen to me?

Mikayla's POV

I walked down the stairs and stopped by the kitchen to find Shane and Miley's grandma washing dishes and Jason drinking milk at the table. Jason was the first to notice me.

"Hey, Mick." he raised his glass to me. Mamaw and Shane turned around.

"Howdy, Darlin." Mamaw said cheerily, handing Shane a clean plate to dry. "What can I do ya for?"

"Do you have some aspirin?" I asked. She frowned and reached up in a cabinet above her.

"Are you feeling alright, Mikayla?" she asked, bringing the aspirin bottle to me. She turned to the Grey sitting at the table. "Jason, pour her some water, please." Jason hopped to it and Mamaw handed me the medicine.

"Oh no Ma'am, it's not for me." I said. "Miley had a little fall and bumped her head outside." The older woman frowned again and put her hands on her hips.

"Is Smiley okay?" Shane asked from the sink. I think he took the question outta Mamaw's mouth.

"I know she's hurting a little bit, but I made her lay down." I answered. "I just wanted to make sure she was okay, so I was gonna leave it in her room." Jason came over with the glass, but Mamaw took it from him before I could get it.

"Thank you Mikayla, but I'm going to check on her." she said. I gave her the aspirin back. She went upstairs and I sat down at the table.

"Hit her head? Psshh! Sounds like you two had some fuuuunnn." Shane sang, turning around. Jason laughed and shook his head.

"Buggy, shut up!" I said. Jason laughed even harder as Shane wiggled his eyebrow at me.

"Ooh, so what did you do to her?" he asked mischievously.

"Nothing." I deadpanned. "She was walking backwards and tripped over something and hit her head on one of the porch steps."

"Oh God, you did it on the porch?" Shane gasped. "Eww! You dirty little freaks! Didn't you think about splinters?" I groaned and Jason fell over in his chair with a howl.

"You perverted little turd nugget." I sighed. "No, we didn't do it on the porch!" Almost in the car, but not the porch.

"Suuure you didn't." Shane rolled his eyes. "You just happened to fall ontop of Miley and your hands somehow ended up in her pan-"

"Shane, that did not happen!" I hissed.

"Oh, so she was ontop?" Shane exclaimed. He gave me a look. "Gosh, Mick I never though of you as the submissive type, but Miley must be pretty wild to get you underneath her-"

"Shane, shut the hell up!"

"Okay, okay." he put his arms up in a surrender. "Just a little touchy there. . .so it's private I guess?" Before I could respond, he nodded his head and backed off a little. "It's cool. Totally understand."

"Thank you." I sighed. Jason was still cracking up. Shane pushed himself onto the counter and sat there as he kicked his feet innocently.

"Would she. . . punish you if you told?" he smirked, giving me a wink. I growled and balled my fists, getting the strongest urge I've ever had to smack him silly.

"Listen Shane, the next words you say will be muffled by your own ass if you don't-"

"Stop!" Jason cried. He was rolling on the floor laughing so hard he was crying. "Hahaha! Oh God, stop! Please, I can't breathe!"

"Both of you are dicks." I sighed. Shane joined in his hysterical brother's laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing happened! She fell backwards!" I insisted. My words fell on deaf ears and I walked out the back door. Ugh, Shane's a perverted idiot. I walked down the porch steps and decided to take a look around. I wandered for a while and took in the ranch scenery; I came across a barn not too far from the house, a grazing field for the cattle, an old chicken coop, and horse stables. I walked alone for a while before I spotted the youngest Grey in the field, sitting under a tree. I made my way over but it took a minute for him to realize I was there. He must have been thinking about something, because he's usually very observant.

"Hey, Grey." I said. He smiled and made a little room for me.

"Hey yourself, Russo." he replied. I leaned against the tree trunk and Nate stared off into space.

"So, what are you doing out here all alone?" I asked. He had a spacy look glued on his face. I whistled and waved my hand in front of him.

"Yo, Earth to Nate!" I said. He snapped out of it and turned toward me again.

"Sorry." he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "What'd you say?" I raised an eyebrow and my curiosity took over.

"What's on your mind, man?" I asked. He was silent for a moment.

"I was just. . . thinking." he replied. Thinking?

"About what, Nate?"

"Well. . . do you believe in second chances, Mick?" he asked.

"Yeah. . ." I replied. My eyes narrowed. "Why, did you do something I should know about?" Nate grinned and shook his head.

"No, no. Nothing like that." he chuckled. "It's just . . ." His voice trailed off and disappeared with a sigh.

"It's just what?" Nate leaned against the tree and looked up into the branches.

"I've made a lot of mistakes." he confessed, closing his eyes. "And they were really, really stupid-" His eyes met mine. "I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of."

"We've all done things we wish we could take back." I told him, resting my hand on his shoulder. "And we've all said things we didn't mean." Nate sighed and crossed his legs Indian-style before he went on with his story.

"You know that one girl you fall so hard for you never imagine your life with anyone else?" he asked. As bad as I felt about it, the first girl that came to mind was my ex girlfriend, and not Miley.

"Yeah." I murmured, feeling my gaze shift down. The boy must have remembered her, because he cleared his throat and started again.

"Well, that one girl that you didn't wanna let go-" he said, making me look up. "But you had to let her go. . ." He looked at me with curiosity. "If you could get her back, wouldn't you try for it? Would you ask her for another chance?"

"If we're talking about you-know-who, then no." I frowned. "But if we're talking about Miley, then yes." Nate smiled brightly.

"Thanks, Mikayla." he said. He started to get up. "I gotta go." He jogged off and I smirked after him.

"Bye, Loverboy!" I shouted. I couldn't see him, but I knew he rolled his eyes at me. Wonder who this special girl is?

Miley's POV

After taking the aspirin and being subjected to Mamaw's 30-minute grandma "are you okay, honey" head-to-toe inspection, I fell asleep. I woke up with an arm draped over me and immediately knew who was laying against my back.

"Howdy, Sleepypants." Mikayla whispered softly in my ear. I rolled over so we were face to face and met those loving brown eyes. "You feel better?" I brought my body into hers and nodded against her chest.

"Good." she said, running her fingers through my hair. I was so content in this moment, I didn't want to move.

"You slept like a baby." she said. I could hear her strong heartbeat as she drew me in closer. Its moments like this that I'm lucky our bodies fit so well together.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"About an hour and a half." she answered softly. "I came in and laid down with you. . .and I might have dozed off a little." I looked up at her and she added, "But it's not my fault 'cause you're cuddly as a teddy bear." I laughed and she smiled at me.

"Well, now you can stay with me." I sighed, laying back down. Mikayla pulled back and I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"We have to go downstairs." she said.

"Are you serious?" I groaned.

"I was supposed to come get you for dinner, but I didn't wanna wake you because you looked so cute. . . but they'll come looking for us if we're not down in a while." she said. I sighed and she grinned apologetically at me. I swear she likes torturing me sometimes.

"Do we have to?" I whined. She said nothing as she sat up, which I took as a yes.

"I know, I know. I don't want to move either." she said. I sat up and nuzzled my nose into her neck, which made her giggle. "I wanna stay here and cuddle with my Baby."

"Then screw them and cuddle with me." I murmured, leaving a kiss on her neck. Mikayla's amusement showed as she shook her head and climbed over me off the bed. One second there was a knock at the door and the next there was Jason.

"Holy Mother of Jesus, get your asses downstairs!" he exclaimed. "We're having fried chicken!" And with that, he disappeared. Mikayla turned to me with a big smile on her face. Damn it. Chicken? Well, there goes my cuddle time. I gave up and took Mikayla by the hand as we made our way downstairs. What can I say? I know my girl likes food. When we came into the kitchen, Daddy and the boys were already at the table as Mamaw was setting down the rest of the food. Daddy was sitting at the head of the table with Jason on his right and Shane on his left. There was an empty seat between Shane and Nate and then there was Mamaw's place at the other end of the table. Two more vacant seats were between Mamaw and Jason's chairs. I think they were left there for us. Nate began to rise from his place and pull out the chair beside him, but Mikayla pulled out the chair across from him on the other side of the table for me.

"My lady." she winked, motioning me to sit. I smiled and sat down, leaving Nate confused. He sat down before anyone else noticed him standing, though. Does he not know about me and Mikayla? I pondered this as Mikayla sat beside me and Nate looked between the two of us.

"Okay, that's everyone." Mamaw said, sitting down beside me.

"Alrighty, let's dig in!" Daddy said with a grin, clasping his hands together. He took a deep breath. "Smells amazing, Ma."

"Everything looks delicious." Mikayla added. Mamaw smiled and I took in all the home-made country cooking before me: green beans, cornbread, fried chicken, black eyed peas, mashed potatoes and two kinds of gravy. Mmmmm! I never knew how much I missed real country food until Mamaw started cooking for me again.

"I've got an apple pie in the oven for later." Mamaw said, making all of us sigh with content. I love my Mamaw!

.oOo.

"Then I told him, 'Well seems to me you're a little stuck, Mister!'" Daddy laughed. Mamaw and the older Grey boys were humoring him with a laugh. Good thing he writes songs for a living, huh? Mikayla had put away four full plates and I was still working on seconds. I'm speechless. . . she makes me feel like such a lightweight. While Daddy was trying to tell another joke, I grasped my girlfriend's hand under the table and she looked over at me. When our eyes met, she smiled and gave my hand a squeeze.

"I wanna take you somewhere after dinner." I whispered. She tilted her head to the side and showed her curiosity.

"Take me where?" she asked.

"Just somewhere." I smiled. I wanted to surprise her. It wouldn't be as good as the shack surprise she had for me when she asked me to be her girlfriend, but I still wanted to take her somewhere special.

"Okay." She said. Mamaw got up and placed the apple pie on the table, causing all of us to stop and stare. As the warm scent of the desert flowed through the room, I felt my mouth water in anticipation.

"It's still a little hot, but it's fine to eat." she approved. She walked around and handed a knife to Mikayla. "You're our guest, Dear. Cut as much as you like." Mikayla looked at me before grinning up at my grandmother and taking the knife.

"In that case, don't give her the knife." Shane said from across the table. "She'll devour the thing whole." And she would if she could. Mikayla shot him a look that said "shut up" and he did just that.

"Thank you, Ma'am." she said to Mamaw. She cut a nice piece, noticeably smaller than usual, and put it on a clean plate. Mamaw then took back the knife and gave it to my father.

"Here." she pushed her plate in front of me and drew her hand back. I heard the boys gasp and there was a complete silence in the room.

"What's wrong?" Mamaw asked. The Greys were watching Mikayla intently with wide eyes and I couldn't help but look at her, too.

"Oh my god." Shane and Nate breathed together.

"Are. . . are you dying or something?" Jason asked. Mikayla shook her head and turned to me.

"I just want you to have it." she shrugged. I blinked a few times and rested a hand on her forehead.

"You sure you're feelin' okay?" I asked, checking her temperature. "You love pie." Mikayla chuckled and took my hand away, but held it in hers.

"I love someone else more." she said. She added quietly so only I could hear, "And she's supposed to take me somewhere where I can make certain things up to her." I stood up so fast that I almost knocked my chair over.

"I'm done!" I announced loudly, earning a chuckle from my girlfriend. "Can Mikayla and I be excused?" Without waiting for an answer, I pulled Mikayla up and out of the room. I thought I heard Shane and Jason mutter something about round two before Mamaw called after us.

"Gracious, Miley Ray!" she said. I stopped and turned towards her. "I've never seen you leave the table so fast."

"Well, u-umm. . ." I stammered. I couldn't think of an excuse to get Mikayla alone. "I, uh-"

"It's 'cause she wants to make out with her girlfriend." Jason teased, making Mikayla shoot him a death glare. I saw Nate's face explode with shock and Shane's explode with amusement.

"Girlfriend?" Nate said softly. I guess he didn't know. He looked at Mikayla for a long time, but she didn't notice. Either that or she didn't care.

"F.Y.I. Jason, we were just gonna talk." she said.

"Dirty." Shane muttered, earning the look Jason got earlier from Mikayla. Maybe so, but at this rate we'll never get there.

"Well, you girls go and do that talking up in your room, Miley." Dad spoke up, waving us away. I don't know if he was actually buying it or not, but I didn't care. "After you're done, ya'll head to bed. Mikayla can stay in the spare room down the hall." What! My heart sank a little. Down the hall?

"But she's only staying one night. Why can't she sleep in my room?" I whined. It wasn't supposed to come out like that, but. . . dammit, its Mikayla. My dad gave me one of those 'because I said so' looks and I backed off.

"You know the rule Miley-" he began.

"Yeah, Dad. No boys in my room." I finished. Mikayla wasn't a boy. She was quite the opposite: a hot girl.

"That was before you were dating Mikayla." he said. Crap. "I know she's not a boy, but ya'll are still a couple and my rule still stands."

"But Daddy-"

"Miley, it's okay." Mikayla interjected. I turned my head so fast, my kids could get whiplash.

"It's your dad's rule. We have to." she said. I was about to protest, but she gave me a look that said we'd talk about it later.

"Thank you, Mikayla." my dad said. "You know, you're a really good influence on Miley." The oldest Greys snickered, but Nate's shock still hadn't worn off. Mikayla being good? Haha! That's a good one.

"Thank you, Sir." Mikayla replied. God, he's getting played soooo bad and he doesn't suspect a thing. My girlfriend tugged on my sleeve, stealing my attention. "Goodnight, ya'll." She said politely before leading me up the stairs with no further questions.

.oOo.

"You're unbelievable." I sighed, closing the door after Mikayla. She grinned and sat on my bed as I leaned against the door.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she smirked.

"Like hell you don't, Russo." I muttered, making her laugh.

"I can't help it if I'm so convincing. It's a talent." she said.

"No, not that." I told her. "You just agreed with my dad when he said you couldn't sleep with me. . . you didn't put up a fight about it, you just said okay." I knew she wasn't really okay with it, but it bothered me a little that she didn't say anything. She frowned and abandoned her place on the bed for a spot next to me.

"You know I hate that." she said. "But what can I do? I always wanna stay on your family's good side and I don't want me sleeping in your room turning into a big thing." She bit her lip and added, "I'm pretty sure they think we've gone all the way already." Suddenly Jason and Shane's comments made more sense.

"That's just the guys." I told her. "And you know how they are." Mikayla nodded and put her hand against the door and the other on my hip, trapping me against the wall.

"I don't wanna think about them." she smiled. She kissed me and whispered, "I wanna spend some quality time with my girl."

"Aaannnd?" I smirked, putting my arms around her neck and pressing my body against hers.

"Miles-" Before she could protest, I pulled her in for a deep kiss and put my hand on her cheek. Mikayla brought me a close as our bodies would go with a happy sigh. Her hands wandered under my shirt and almost all the way up my chest when she broke the kiss.

"They're downstairs, Baby." Mikayla reminded me gently, resting her forehead on mine.

"I know." I mumbled, trying to kiss her again. Our lips connected and I wrapped my legs around her waist as she began pull me away from the wall. Mikayla lifted me and held me up as we kissed before carrying me to the bed. She put me down a little rougher than usual, but I didn't care. She climbed ontop of me and my hands immediately tangled in the dark sea of her hair. She kissed me and teased me by playing with the hem of my shirt. I pulled her by the collar to make the kiss deeper; I couldn't help but want her right then and there.

"Little excited?" Mikayla teased, pulling up just a little. I slipped off her shirt and she smirked at my eagerness, "Or maybe more than just a little, huh?"

"Shut up." I murmured, making her laugh. My fingers glided over the perfectly sculpted curves of her body. "So what if I wanna have a little sexy time with my girlfriend?" Mikayla laughed and kissed me deeply.

"I like sexy time with you." she mumbled, lightly rubbing the inside of my thigh. I groaned.

"I hate teasing you all the time." Mikayla said. Liar. "Do you. . ." Her voice got softer. "Do you think you can be kinda quiet, Babe?" she asked softly. My eyes grew twice their size.

"Y-You mean-" I stammered. She nodded coyly. "Like, y-you wanna do it. . . now? Right now?" I was suddenly very nervous. I've never done this before! What if I'm not as good as her ex was?

"Yeah," she answered. "Why, is something wrong?"

"Umm. . ." I didn't know what to say. "No, i-it's just pretty sudden, don't you think?" Mikayla snickered and pulled away briefly.

"Don't play that card, Babygirl. You've been trying to jump me all day." she scoffed, sitting up. "Tell me what's wrong." I sat up and sighed.

"Nothing's wrong, really." I said. "I'm a little nervous I guess. . . I haven't been with a girl before." Mikayla's expression softened and she put her hand over mine.

". . . is that it?" she asked softly, rubbing her thumb over my hand. I bit my lip and looked down, feeling ridiculous I was admitting this to her.

"And maybe. . . maybe I'm a little nervous I won't be as good as-"

"Stop." she cut me off. I looked back at her and she was frowning.

"What?" Mikayla grabbed my hand and stared intensely into my eyes.

"Baby, you're not her, and I don't want you to be." she explained. "I don't ever want you to think you're living in her shadow. I love you. You are the only girl in my life and you'll always come first. It doesn't matter what I did with her because tonight is about us." She squeezed my hand. "I wanna be your first. I wanna make love to my Miley."

"Is that how you really feel?" I asked. Unexpected tears pricked my eyes.

"Of course it is." she said gently, making my tears fall. As her face twisted into a confused one, more tears fell.

"Why are you crying, Baby?" she wiped my cheeks. "Do you not believe me?" I shook my head and cleared my throat.

"No, it's not that." I told her. "I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world."

"Aww, I'm touched my awesomeness brings you to tears." Mikayla joked gently. I chuckled and she put her arms around me.

"You always know what to say to me." I sniffled. She kissed my cheek tenderly.

"I meant every word." she promised. "I love you, Miley Ray." She's so amazing. I don't know why I even got scared in the first place.

"And I love you, Micky." I sighed happily, leaning into her embrace. "I was being paranoid, I'm sorry." Mikayla smirked and I heard a curious "hmm" come from her.

"Does that mean we can finish what we started?" she asked. I looked at her and saw the lust in her eyes.

"Why, is someone a little excited?" I laughed. Mikayla growled playfully and swiftly got me on my back.

"Hell yeah she is." she straddled my waist and kissed me. "Today's been tough on me, too." she admitted with an innocence in her brown orbs.

"Now we can make up for lost time." I giggled. She smiled and kissed down my neck.

"I'm sorry we keep getting interrupted." she whispered, her hands finding my hips in no time. "But now we can just be together without having to worry about anything." I tangled my hands in her hair and tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to her.

"Mmhmm." I sighed. Maybe today wasn't so bad afterall. I got my girlfriend all to myself and everyone finally stopped bothering us. Mikayla began lifting my shirt when a series of thuds came at the door.

"Fuck!" I hissed angrily. "What do they want now?" Mikayla just sighed.

"Miley!" my dad shouted from the other side of the door. "You girls make yourselves descent and come down stairs. Got a surprise for ya!"

"Unless that surprise is something that vibrates, I don't want it." I muttered. Mikayla snickered and got up.

"I'll take you to my house tomorrow." Mikayla promised. "My dad's gonna be over here, mom's gonna be at my Aunt Vi's house babysitting my cousins, and Justin and Max'll be at some nerd convention. We'll have the place to ourselves for hours."

"Okay." I sighed. Damn, I was so frustrated. "I'll head down and you put your shirt back on." She nodded and I left the room.

"This better be worth leaving Mikayla. . ." I mumbled as I trudged down the stairs. Nothing could ever be, though. I entered the living room and saw my dad sitting on the couch.

"So what was so important?" I asked, crossing my arms. Suddenly, two hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who, Miles?" it sang cheerfully. I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Thought you'd wanna say hello." my dad said. I heard him get up and I smiled.

"Mitchie!" I squealed. She put her arms down and I practically tackled her in a bear hug. She giggled at my eagerness and hugged me back.

"Hey, how's my favorite cousin been?" she smiled. Mitchie was practically my sister. We grew up together here in Tennessee and always kept in touch. Lately, I've been busy with Hannah stuff and she's been busy with her own projects.

"I'm great, how 'bout you?" I asked. "Gosh, I have so much to tell you!"

"Tell me everything, Mi." she said. "I have a few stories myself." I heard descending footsteps and knew Mikayla was coming downstairs.

"I want you to meet someone." I smiled.

"Ooh, is he cute?" she teased.

"She's adorable." I corrected. Mitchie smiled and looked up. I looked back at my girlfriend, who was scratching her head with her eyes closed.

"Hey, Miley." Mikayla yawned, her eyes still shut. "Who's here?" She reached the foot of the stairs and her eyes fluttered open.

"Mikayla," I began. "I want you to meet my cousin-" I stepped out of the way and motioned to Mitchie. Before I could introduce her, Mikayla's face dropped. I looked at Mitchie and her face mirrored Mikayla's. My girlfriend took a step back and stopped breathing.

"Mikayla?" Mitchie said. I had never heard her voice so distant. Mikayla still hadn't moved and the look in her eyes scared me.

"Mitchie." she said breathlessly.

There she is! Mikayla's ex finally makes an appearance! :D Sorry it took sooooo long to update! I've been really busy, but I'm working on new chapters for all my stories. Mikayla's ex+ Miley+ Mikalya+ Miley's ex=? Review, plz!