"Do you not love me anymore, Miley?" Frankie asked, tears in his eyes.

The sixteen year old pop star looked at him and burst into tears, "Of course I love you Frankie."

The eight year old hugged her, "Why don't you come and see me anymore, Miley? Selena isn't nice to me like you are. She doesn't play with me, or sing me to sleep."

"I've been really busy, Frankie. I haven't had any time to do anything," Miley told him. She could feel the stares of the rest of Frankie's family. She knelt down next to Frankie.

"But you didn't call me or Joe on our birthdays, you promised. And Noah never comes over and plays anymore."

It took every ounce of strength she had not to break down and cry right then and there. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Frankie. I'll make it up to you."

"Is it because of my brothers that you don't come over any more?" How could she possibly tell him that her brothers had cut her out of their lives and didn't want anything to do with her any more? Obviously, she couldn't.

She shook her head slowly, "It's a long story Frankie, but just know it's my fault."

"I don't believe you. It's okay, I know it's their faults. I know they're mean to you. If you come hang out with me, I'll never talk to them again. I like you better anyways."

Miley smiled slightly at the eight year olds attempt at persuasion, "No, Frankie. You have to talk to them, they're your brothers, and we both know their important to you and you're important to them."

"I hate them." Frankie suddenly exclaimed

"Frankster, you don't hate your brothers, so don't say that. They love you."

"But they're mean to you!" He protested.

"It's okay Frankie, it doesn't matter anymore. Like I never mattered in the first place," That last part was supposed to stay in her head but it had slipped out. She changed the subject like only an actress can, "If you take back saying you hate them, and promise to continue talking to them you, me, and Noah will hang out Saturday. We'll do whatever the two of you want for the whole day."

Frankie seemed to have forgotten about her slip of words as his face lit up. "Okay! I don't hate my brothers! Hey Joe! Hey Nick! Hey Kevin! See I'm talking to them!"

Miley giggled, "I have to go now, Frankie, you can call me later. You still have my number right?"

He nodded, "Miley are you still dating that guy?"

The three other brothers held their breath as they waited for her answer. Justin Gaston was the second reason that she Kevin, and Joe were no longer talking. They had tried to push their way back into her life just to tell her what she was doing wrong with it.

"No, he broke up with me."

"Why?!" The little boy asked, wondering why anyone would want to break up with her.

"I guess I just wasn't good enough for him. But I'm used to that by now." She really needed to find a cure for her word vomit, but her eyes never strayed from Frankie's.

"I think you're perfect Miley," Frankie said with conviction.

Miley grinned, "Far from it, but thank you Frankie, you definitely are. Call me later okay?" She kissed him on the cheek before she began to walk out of the recording studio.

"Bye Miley," Joe yelled behind her.

"Goodbye Joseph," She wouldn't have said anything but she didn't want to hurt Frankie's feelings, or Denise and Paul's. They had never done anything to her. She didn't turn around and look at the family as she left.

What no one saw was the sly grin that passed between the youngest and two eldest Gray Brothers. Joe and Kevin high fived Frankie discreetly and then walked out of the room to continue their plan. Operation Niley was a go.