I'm The guy dating MILEY CYRUS!!!?

I'm The Guy Who's DATING MILEY CYRUS!?!?.

-Hello World-

[quick A/N. WARNING WARING MILEY IS WILD IN THIS BOOK and it's very fictionly and we know Miley would Never do this]

" MA NOOOO!".

I wined like a 5 Year old.

My Mother Sighs and Keeps cooking dinner acting like she's Not mad was Mom's Specialty.

" Your Taking your sister as Your punishment. Harvey I'm tired of this talk!, No party. Your

taking your sister to the Miley Cyrus concert!".

I mentaly curse and walk off upstairs

I pass through the hallway full of open boxes .and look at the walls, I see some pictures and some nails on the wall I guess mom didn't finish putting those up.

I finally get to my room and slam the door I walk past all the clothes on the floor because I tried to look for an outfit but I ended up busting through all my boxes I take a look around I see...

Beige walls with white moldings with a light brown carpet and a blond oak dresser. I also see the plasma tv I put up today and my ps3 on the floor next to my laptop and all my other crap

I searched though all my stuff to find my Detroit hoodie and look for my cigarettes.

Once I got them I lighted up a marbol red and smoked it.

F*ck it all to f*cking Hell!.

You think she'd want me to make Friends right?.

Nah!. She wants me up her ass!.

Yeah maybe I'm a bit wild but hey I'll be 18!.

Well I was allways wild.

See I went to a party here in La we just moved here from Detroit,Cause Both my parents got good job offers.

Back to Me!. See I'm a party,wild boy.

I always was. And when we got here my parents warned me about that. Saying " No More Crack friends,Parties,Hookers,Or druken nights?".

Druken nights?. I don't like that word.

But I did go one party.. I have some friends here and wanted to see them so they threw a party for me. Mom flips cause I came home at 5 am so I'm grounded!.

No car.. Dad Nailed shut my windows.. Yeah I'm a Bad boy. Very bad..

Now I'm stuck. Taking my sister to a prissy posh pop star concert.

And worstpart is staying Home!.

There's A knock on the door.

" Come in!".

I say.

It's my baby sister.

Jamise she has dirty blonde hair and tan skin. With big brown eyes like mom. She looks just like mom.

She's only 10.

" Do you hate me?". She ask.

I laugh.

" No,ill take you but I'm mad cause mom wants to treat me like a kid!".

My sister knows I smoke.

I've been smoking since 14.

" Oh.. Well I can't wait!."

I laugh

" Me Too!".