The gang gets home and Miley looks at Nick. "Wanna come in?"
"Sure, but let me introduce to you my parents first and then I'll ask." He replied.
"Ok." She said and gets out following him inside.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!"
"In the kitchen, Dear!" His mom yelled.
Nick took Miley with him and they went to the kitchen. "Mom, I brought my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" She asked excitedly and spun around to face them.
Miley smiled shyly and slightly waived. "Hi."
"Oh! Hello, Dear. I'm Denise Jonas."
"I'm Miley Stewart a.k.a. Hannah Montana."
"Really?! I thought Hannah Montana was blonde."
"She is. I wear a wig. She's my alter ego. It's so I can be famous and live my dream, but at the same time, I can have a normal life."
"Oh. I get it. Smart."
"Thanks. It was my idea. My dad tried to get me to do the opposite, but I was able to convince him with my stubbornness. My older brother Jackson and I moved next door from Malibu. Dad died a week ago and Jackson couldn't afford to keep the Malibu house."
"Oh, Dear. I'm so sorry, Hun. You're welcome here anytime. Even if it's the middle of the night. Just call Nick and he'll let me know you're coming."
"Thanks, Mrs. Jonas."
"Please call me Denise."
She nodded. Nick Spoke up. "Can I go over to her place? We have Math homework and she's good in that class. I need help as you know."
"Go ahead. Miley, why don't you pack a bag and spend the night here tonight? You two do your homework first then do that and be back at 7:00 for dinner."
"Ok. Come on, Nicky." Miley said and dragged him to her house next door.