Publicity

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Miley's POV

Nick helped the driver haul my suitcase into the car, and then he removed his backpack off his back and squeezed it in. He looked up, squinted at the sun, and wiped his sweaty forehead from the Texan heat before readjusting his hat.

Meanwhile, I was observing quietly through my Dior sunglasses when he shot me a look. "What? Are you channeling your City Girl attitude and starting to think twice about coming here?" He said, walking over to the car door.

"No," I replied "Just because I'm dressed in couture doesn't mean I'm looking at everything here with disgust. I'm originally from around here too, you know."

"Get in the car," He said snappily, I walked over to the open door where I climbed in gracefully, and understood why he'd mistake me as a Californian that doesn't want to be here. He sat next to me and we started driving away, I was getting nervous and excited, but I noticed that somebody was even more nervous, they weren't even talking the whole ride.

We finally arrived at the luxurious Jonas Compound; it was like a majestic castle of brown bricks, decorated with rich vines. I was in awe of the place; it fit the idea of a perfect family living there who'd have beautiful and warm Christmas parties, Thanksgiving dinners and family gatherings, I imagined generations after generations of the Jonas's living here, It was like a great family fairytale.

I was kind of jealous; Nick has everything, this mansion, this life, this family. Was there nothing he couldn't achieve? It made me hate how sometimes he'd act ungrateful, like he doesn't have just about everything. We rolled into the great driveway and stopped at the huge entrance, I was admiring every inch of the drive into the house and didn't realize the car had stopped, Nick had climbed out was unloading our bags.

I stepped out and—the first time that day—didn't peer through my sunglasses, instead I tore them off and stared at the beautiful palace before me. "Welcome to Jonas Compound," Nick said behind me in a bored tone, he placed my suitcase beside my leg.

"It's beautiful," I told him truthfully, widening my eyes at him.

He turned to me "It might look like a Castle, but there are no kings or queens or princes in there." He told me in a slight warning tone, I smiled cockily. "Well, this queen just arrived." I gestured to myself; he didn't look pleased and tugged on my arm, pulling me towards the door.

He rang the doorbell, we stood outside waiting for somebody to open the door as a breeze blew through us and silence passed.

"I'm sorry." Nick said.

"For what?"

He glanced at me "In advance."

"For what?" I repeated, he didn't reply.

I was going to ask again but then the door flew open, and a beautiful short woman stood, her eyes widened at the sight of Nick and broke off into a wide smile. "Nicholas!" She beamed in excitement and joy.

Nick smiled, and then they pulled each other into a hug, when they pulled away Denise observed me with a soft smile. "Miley, I'm so glad you're here!" She said and I politely smiled and hugged her quickly before she led us inside.

In seconds, family members entered from different entrances, and I was suddenly surrounded by a pack of curly-headed boys. "He's here!" Their mother announced, even though they could see that and one by one, they hugged him.

"Miley! Is that you?" Joe exclaimed in delight, looking at me full of joy, his hazel eyes gleamed as he observed me, he then hugged me. I like Joe even though I have a certain hate towards his brother, I don't have anything against him. I know these people, and even though we were once torn apart by Nick's and I issue in the past, I do love them. Like distant relatives, they're my family too.