Hi everyone. I love NILEY, so i decided to create one story about them.

hope you guys like it! :D

Miley P.O.V

I step out of the departure door into the LA airport in the late afternoon. I look around, looking for someone to fetch me. I guess nobody, as I never see any. I will be transfer here for 2 months as my school have arrange some students to leave their country to learn more about others country. A lot people wants this, but for me, no. I so don't want to let my hometown, Tennessee, for this. The school only pick student in good results and behavior. I was one of them. Lucky for me, but I think not. When my family got the news, they were overjoyed. Saying like this is a life time I leave my hometown myself to learn to be independent. It's not like we don't have the money to pay for the plane ticket, it is just we like to save our money for a better cause.

Then my phone vibrated in my skinny jean. I fish it out and look at it. A text message from Demi. Yeah. She is my Best of the Best Friend in the world. She is jealous of me that I can be going oversea while she is still in Tennessee studying. I open the message and read it, Hey girl, how is LA?

I reply her. No good. No one is here to get me yet. Stuck in their airport, waiting.

1 minute later she text back, Sad, at least you can be at LA, while I am in Tennessee.

I laughed. I don't want to be here. I want to be back home with you and my family.

Within the next 30 seconds she text me back. Great to know you never forget us. But seriously, have you never think of how lucky you are? I mean you have a famous dad, a wonderful family, and now you get to fly to LA. Think about it.

She does have a point. Also a great Best Friend like you. Maybe it is great but I am standing here in the airport for 10 minutes already and no one came to get me yet.

Then I look up and again search the crowd. I saw this lady running towards me, like someone is going to kill her. My phone again vibrate. I look down to my phone and it is Demi. I open the message and read, Don't worry. I am sure they are busy with something. Got to go, bye.

I groaned, then someone clear their throat. I look up and saw this woman who was just now running towards me. She has a chest length wavy brown hair, her looks are motherly like, but she seems some sort of familiar to me. But I don't know. Then she spoke to me, "Hi, you must be Miley Ray Cyrus. I am Denise." She offers me her hand to shake. I reach out my hand to do the same.

"Hi." I was not use to this at all. I am the shy type around strangers but the active one around people I know.

"Sorry for the delay. My sons have caused it."

"It is ok. May I ask how many sons do you have?"

"4. But let not talk here as I think you are tired from the flight." She sound like my mother but I must remember my mother is in Tennessee, not here. She walked in front of me and I follow her. We step out from the airport and hopped into a taxi. She told the driver where to go and I stare out of the window. Soon the taxi has begun driving off. I saw many wonderful sights. Then it came to a halt. I look at the house in front of me. It is huge.

"Come on in." We walked through the door and she spoke again, "I will pass you the keys of this house as you will be staying here for the next 2 months. I have also prepared your room already. Let me show you." We walked upstairs and I saw 6 doors, 4 of it opposite each other while the one is at the far end straight, the last one is a bathroom. She led me to the one closest to the stairs on the left and opens it. It was beautiful. It have purple wallpaper, black bed sheet, brown cardboard at a corner of the room, and many more colorful things in it.

"Wow. This is amazing. Thanks and I like it very much." I told Denise. "Denise, may I ask where are your sons? And also who are they?"

"Frankie, the youngest, he is now still in school. Nick, the second youngest, third child of the family, he is out. Joe, the second eldest, he out with his friends, I think. Kevin, the eldest of all my children, he and his wife are out shopping. Kevin's wife is Danielle. They are not staying here." She told me.

"Sorry if I am rude, but what is your family last name?"

"Jonas."

"Jonas? Don't tell me I am living the same house with the Jonas Brothers." I asked her. She nodded. Ok I can't take it. I am living again in famous house. "Sorry, but may I have a bit of time to myself and adjust myself to this house also?"

"It ok. Just let me tell you, your father has arranged this. He asks me to look after you for these 2 months when you are here. I will be downstairs in the kitchen cooking dinner." She say and I nodded at her.

She left the room and close the door behind her. I walked to my bed and lay down onto it. Again, I am a child of a famous dad, and now I am staying in the house of the famous band in the world now. Life sucks. I just want to be normal but from the looks of it, I don't think so.

I sat up and went out of my room and look around the house. I walked to the next room on my left and open the door. In the room, everything look like it is from a small child land, from racing cars to actions figures, I guess this is Frankie's room. I closed the door and walked to the next room which it is next to it left. I open it and look around from the door. Everything here is mature type. I guess this is Denise and her husband room. I close the door, make the next room. In the room, boys stuff, but more mature. Either it is Nick or Joe. Then I saw a picture of the person himself, Joe. So this is Joe's room. I close the door and headed to the last room, Nick's room. I open it up and saw a musical instrument resting at the bed end. I was so excited that I enter the room and grab the guitar and play a song I have written before coming to LA.

So...How was it? It boring right? i not sure, only you guys can tell me. Review! Thanx alot if you did that.