'The Niley Web'

[This guy was so tall that I wonder how he fits in a MINI. He flashed me another smile. Gosh! He has an amazing smile]
Nick: Youre new. Miley, right?
Miley: How did you know that?
Nick: I know Marie. Youre grandmother. 
Miley: You know Marie? [I tried to take some steps toward the school, and slipped]
Nick: She taught wilderness first-responder class. Shes great. I cant believe she didnt make you wear boots. [He grabs my arm. I though I was about to faint.]
Miley: She already left.
Nick: You should wear boots.
[He walks slowly even though we heard the bell rings]
Miley: You dont have to help me. Its okay. Youre going to be late. 
Nick: Im not letting you fall.
[I swallowed and look at him]
Miley: Thanks.
Nick: Anytime. 
[He holds open the door for me. When I walked in I didnt expected it to be a happy place. The hallways smells like pancake syrup. And the walls were bright.]
Miley: Thank God. [I muttered, and stomp the storm off my shoes. Hoping that my toes will warm up to twenty degrees soon. ]
Nick: The office is this way. Are you going to be okay? 
Miley: Yeah. Thanks. [
He nods and gives a little half smile and waves before he walks away. He strides really. Hes beautiful, even from the back. I started walking to the office. I pushed open the door. Its a lot lighter than I expected. It slams into the wall with a big thud.]
Miley: Sorry.
[The good-looking pale girl doing the announcements gives me a one of those Who the hell are you? look. I smiled at her and try to channel sweetness while I say sorry again. It didnt work. She flings her blond hair behind her shoulder and lifts her lip in a little snarl. My apology worked on the secretary though.]
Mrs.Nix: Oh! You must be Miley Cyrus! Maries granddaughter. You look so much like your mother. Its really remarkable. I would have known you anywhere. Its like twins only different hair. You must have your fathers hair.
Miley: Yep. Thats me. Hi. I need to register for classes. Sorry if that makes extra work for you. 
Mrs.Nix: How sweet. Shes sorry. Your mother raised you well. Im sorry about your stepfather, dear.
Miley: Thanks.
Mrs.Nix: I knew them, you know, your parents. [She yanks out a class schedule] Here you go, sweetie. All your classes. Im Mrs.Nix.
[I took the schedule. My hands were shaking. And I didnt know why. The whole paper shakes. Gosh.]
Mrs.Nix: Itll be okay, dear. First days always the hardest! [She turned to Evil Announcement Girl] Meghan, you want to show Miley to her first class?
[Meagan. What an absolutely perfect name for Evil Announcement Girl. Meaghans always hate me.]
Meagan: I have announcements.
Mrs.Nix: Oh thats right. Lucas, how about you bring Miley to her homeroom?
[The boy in the back of the office unfolds his long legs from behind a computer and smiles appraisingly.]
Lucas: Sure thing.
[He saunters over and stands so close that I have to crane my neck to look up at his long, pale face crowned with blond hair. Are all boys in this town tall? My step dad wasnt that tall. We walked out the office. He was walking way faster than me. He noticed and slowed down.]
Lucas: Sorry. Long legs.

[He blushes. I smirk. He blushes even harder and stumbles over his words.]
Lucas: I didnt mean that you are short or anything. I just meant that my legs are well theyre long, you know, and 
Miley: Its okay.
Lucas: Really? [He smiles at me, one of those little boy smiles. 
Miley: Really. Are you a runner?
Lucas: You could say that. [He grabs my elbow.] I won All-State in the 1600 last spring and I was All-New England in the-
Nick: Bragging competition. [Someone grumble as they bump me, jolting me away from Lucas, whose hand tightens on my elbow in a way that is way too protective.
Nick: Excuse me. [Then he left. I stared after him.]


Marie: Miley, honey, I dont mean to scare you, but I want you to stay in the house at night, okay. No fooling around, no going out.
Miley: What? Why? 
Marie: A boy went missing last week. People are worried that some thing happened to him.
Miley: He could have just run away.
Marie: Maybe, maybe not. Thats not the whole reason, though. Look, my job is all about saving people, right? And I know you are used to training all night at Charleston, but there arent that many streetlamps here. I dont want to be scraping my own granddaughter off the Beechland Road, got it?
Miley: Sure, Im not running much anymore anyway
Marie: You arent doing much anymore is what I hear.
[A few minutes later]
Marie: Almost home. I bet youre tired.
Miley: Just a little.
[We finally got there. The only thing I like in Maine right now is that Marie got me a car. A Sabura.]
Marie: Its brand new. The driving is tough in Maine. I wanted you to be safe. And I cant be driving you around everywhere like some sort of damn chauffer.
[I called my mom when we got inside.]
Miley: Im here
Tish :Oh, sweetie. Im glad you made it safe. How was it?
Miley: Cold.
Tish: Sounds like Maine I remember. Are you still made at me?
Miley: Yep.
Tish: Its for your own good.
Miley: Right. Did you know a boy up here went missing last week?
Tish: What? Put your grandmother on the phone, okay? Miley I love you.
Miley: Love you too.
[I gave the phone to Marie. Then I went up to my new room. I didnt want to go to sleep. Because I didnt want to go to school the next day. But I had to.
I woke up in the morning. I changed my clothes then went downstairs. I didnt see Marie though. I ate breakfast and went to my car. But I stopped walking when I saw huge dog prints. I didnt know that Marie had a dog. Acually it didnt seem to look like dog prints. Its way too big. I smack myself in the head. I have been reading too much Stephen King. I stopped thinking about it and went in the car and went to school. By the time I got to school, my knuckles were white and frostbite. And my hearts beating a million times a minute, so im not happy when some jerk in a beautiful red MINI Cooper cuts me off and speeds into the parking lot in front of me. He has chains on his tires. They dont spin. I love MINIs.]
Miley: I will not be violent. I will not be violent. I am peaceful and good. I do not want to give anyone the finger.
[I swift off the car, thrust myself out the door and wait. The MINI Cooper guy jumps out of the car with the grace that only really good jocks have and lands on an ice patch without slipping at all. He slams the door, turns around and finally notices that I exist. How kind of him. My heart stops. It starts again, but beats a lot harder when I meet his eyes. Im frozen there and he walks across the ice like hes moving across gravel or grass. He didnt slip at all. Each steps he takes brings him closer to me. His so close to me that hes invading my personal space. I take a step backward and slip. His hand reaches out and grabs my elbow, balancing me.]
Nick: Be careful. Its wicked slippery here.
[ He said. A smile leaking across his face. I would smile but im too busy feeling all wiggly inside. I tough up my voice.]
Miley: Oh. Yeah.
Nick: You sure youre okay?
Miley: Yeah.


This story is Mileys POV.

Mnemophobia -Fear Of Memories
Yep, Thats right. I, Miley Cyrus am afraid of my memories. Why? Cause my dad died in front of me. Well actually my step dad. My biological dad left my mom and me when I was young. Right now I am looking for my grandmother [Marie] at an airport. You see my mom was really worried about me because I have been mourning about my dads death. So she sent me to Maine. Where my dads mom lived. The moment Marie sees me, she pulled me in a big hug.
Marie: Well arent you a sight for sore eyes. Hard trip?
Miley: Yeah
I got in the car.
Marie: So youre mom see you off? 
Miley: She cried. I felt awful when she cried
I didnt dare to look at her eyes. They were the same as my dads eyes. It might make me feel sad.
Marie: She would. Its hard on her, letting you go
Miley: Then she probably shouldnt have gotten rid of me
Marie: Thats what you think shes doing, shes just trying to keep you
Miley: What? Sane? Shes shoving me off to a land of zero population growth to keep me sane?
Marie: A little bitter there sweetheart? 
Miley: Yeah. I know. Sorry
Marie: Bitter is better than nothing. From what your mom says youve been awful depressed, nothing like your normal stubborn, save-the-world self.
Miley: He died, Marie.
Marie: I know, sweetie. But he would want us to keep living.
We didnt talk for a while.
Miley: Marie!
There was a tall guy standing on the side of the road, not moving, just starring. Marie jerks the truck across the double yellow line and then put us back where we belong.
Marie: Crap
She was almost panting. My hands clutch my seat belt. She pulls in a couple big breaths.
Marie: Dont start talking like me or your mom will kill me.
Miley: You saw him?
Marie: Of course I did. Why do you ask?
Miley: I just keep thinking I see this guy everywhere. This tall, dark-haired, pale guy. That couldnt be him, though.
Marie: You saw this guy in Charleston?
I nodded.
To Be Continued...

Its short. I know. And Boring. But I promise the next one will be better. I think there will be a niley moment. I think. So Comment. 5 COMMENTS PLEASE :]