Selena looked at her brother, "Taylor this is Miley and, uh." She turned to Tay, Nick and Miley all standing next to each other, not able to remember his name.
Tay smiled at Nick and then at Taylor. "Nick," she answered.
Selena looked embarrassed, "Yeah, sorry I forgot. Um, Tay is my brother, Taylor's girlfriend."
Miley smiled awkwardly, "So Taylor is dating Taylor."
Nick looked to his sister first and then to the Taylors. "Weird."
"Actually they just call me Tay here." Taylor explained. It's kind of difficult having two Taylors around so I just adopted a nickname."
"Tay," Nick said as if trying it on for size. "That'll take some getting used to but I think I can manage
Tay stopped for a moment, thinking, the look on her face only too familiar to the Jonas twins. "I didn't see you guys at school."
"Nick wasn't there. And with new schools I've learned to keep a low profile." Miley explained.
"Doesn't sound like the Miley I know," Tay seemed to attempt to hid a look of concern. "But, hey maybe I'll get her back soon enough."
A dark haired boy walked in holding so much food stacked in front of him that no one could see his face. He was followed by a girl with jet-black hair, dark eyes, and a pretty face. "Joey-bear," she said, "be careful not to hurt yourself." She attempted to grab some things off the pile but he pulled away and dropped all the food on the couch.
The girl turned to Miley, "You must be, uh, Miley? Right?" She was very pretty, and for the first time Miley noticed she was wearing a cheerleading uniform.
Miley nodded, "Yeah, I'm Miley. You are?"
"Demi." The girl smiled.
Tay walked over to Miley and linked her arm through Miley's at the elbow. "Demi is a cheerleader," she raised her eyebrows slightly looking at Miley. Miley remembered two years ago before her parents died, back in Nashville.
*Flashback: 2 Years Ago. November. Nashville*
Miley Jonas was the youngest girl on her High School's cheerleading squad. She was the best of the best. It was her life. Years of commitment and hard work. Gymnastic classes and countless summers of cheer camp. This is where it got her. Freshman year, only fifteen, super popular, cheerleader and quarterback boyfriend. The life every girl dreamed of.
Lucas Till was perfect. Quarterback, gorge and rich and he loved her. He got along with her friends, like Miss Taylor Swift, and her family, Nick and all.
Things were good until about three days after her fifteenth birthday. That's when her parents died.
"Miley," Selena said. "Miley, You okay?"
She snapped back to reality having nearly everyone in the room staring at her. "Sorry," she mumbled. She looked around the room once more. "Where's Nick?"
Tay looked at Miley still concerned. "I think he went back upstairs. Miles, do you need a drink of water or something?"
Miley shook her head and started up the stairs. About halfway up, she closed her eyes tightly, opened them again and began snapping a rubber band against her wrist, mumbling something about a nasty habit.
Selena turned to Tay, "Is she okay?"
Tay nodded, "She'll be fine."
*The Next Day*
Miley walked into her brother's room in her usual dark clothes. "Nick," she said, pulling the blankets off of him. "Up, now."
Nick got up sort of sleepily and started across the hall pushing his dark curls off his face.
Miley ran downstairs and got everything out for breakfast. Her phone buzzed and the familiar picture of a Younger Miss Swift flashed across the screen with the name "Taylor Swift is My Favorite". She smiled at the thought of Tay not changing her cell number. Miley turned her attention to the text message. "Um, hoping you haven't changed your number. Coming for Breakfast. Love ya, Miss Tay (:" The bathroom door opened and Miley yelled up the stairs to Nick, "Tay's coming over for breakfast before school so get ready fast!"