"Jared, you button up your blazer this instant," Mitchie instructed.

"Mom, this is the Grammy's! I can't look like a total loser," Jared fought.

"You can either look like the loser at the Grammy's or be the loser who spends every Saturday night with his parents,".

After that was said, Jared didn't hesitate to button up his black blazer.

"Mitch, does my hair look okay?" Shane asked for the fifth time since they had gotten into the limo.

"Honey, yes. It alw-,"

"Doesn't matter. Mom is the one up for a Grammy," Jared cut in.

"Jared you are-," Shane began.

"Look we're here!" Mitchie pointed out.

"I can't believe I'm going to walk the red carpet!" Jared squealed, "I mean...we're here. Yeah, that's cool,".

"Here sweetie, let me fix your hair," Mitchie said, "Be careful that you don't trip, you can be very clumsy when you're excited,".

"Mom, I do not. Gosh, I'm not a little kid, I can walk on the special carpet and not look like an idiot,".

"Special carpet," Shane snickered.

"That's what your father said the first time and those videos are still on YouTube," Mitchie said.

"Hey, my foot got caught, and the people at the emergency room had a good laugh," Shane said.

The limo door opened and the three were assisted out. The Gray family walked down the red carpet, pausing every few seconds to stop and pose for pictures.

"Mitchie! Shane, over here!" A paparazzi called.

Shane and Mitchie began their way to the sea of cameras, stopping when Jared froze.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Mitchie asked.

"...My wife," Jared whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Mitchie almost yelled.

"My wife,"

"Jared, what are you talking about?" Shane demanded.

"Let's go, she's moving, she's moving," Jared said, dragging both his parents.

"MITCHIE, SHANE" another paparazzi called, "Over here,"

After more time of walking the carpet, answering reporters, and throwing the occasional evil eye from Mitchie, the family was ready to be seated.

"Who are we going to sit next to?" Jared whispered/complained.

"Uhm," Shane looked around at their assigned table, "Miley, her daughter, Hayden Penettiere-,"

"My wife," Jared beamed.

"And her boyfriend," Shane added.

"Not for long," Jared planned.

"Oh no, here comes Miley," Mitchie whispered.

"Oh, what an unfortunate coincidence," Miley said.

"Oh honey, yes your dress is,"

"I will have you know I paid two thousand dollars for my gown," Miley said.

"I will have you know, your dress looks like shit...just like you,"

"Go Mom!" Jared said.

Jared continued to watch the word fight in awe, until someone took a seat next to him.

"Hi,"

"Hey," he replied.

"I'm Milly,"

"Milly? That's like really close to Mile-,"

"I know! Isn't it awesome?" Milly said.

"Suuure," Jared drawled out.

"So, I had a totes fabu idea! You and me should totally go out! Your parents are famous and so is my Mom, we have its like...an unwritten law,"

"Totes what?" Jared said before turning to his father.

"Dad, she's hitting on me, trade me seats," he whispered.

"Nope, your face was on that one," Shane replied.

"Gosh, I hate you,"

"Soo, tomorrow. You and me and Rodeo Drive. We'll shop, you'll carry my things, paparazzi will take pictures. And the next thing we know, we're Hollywood's next 'It' couple," Milly said.

"My people will talk to your people," Jared said with a smile.

"Jare, you have no people," Shane whispered.

"Exactly,".

"Hey everyone," Hayden said approaching the table.

"Dad! Its her!"

"Excuse me Milly, you're in my seat," Hayden said nicely.

"No. I think your seat is in the dumpster outside," Milly spat.

"See Shane, she takes after her Mother," Mitchie said.

"My seat please," Hayden said sternly

Milly rolled her yes, got up and went to sit by her mother, looking very unhappy.

"Hayden isn't your boyfriend joining us?" Mitchie asked.

"Oh no, he came down with the flu," she said.

"What a shame," Jared said with a grin, "Score,".

"Thank you ladies and gentleman for joining us tonight for these wonderful awards," the announcer began.

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"And the award goes to...,"

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"How the hell did that skank win my award!" Mitchie yelled as they entered their home.

"I got digits!" Jared sang, "And she said we should definitely hang out sometime,".

"My damn award!" Mitchie shouted.

"I got her number! I got her number WOO!" Jared sang while trying to get his parents to join his one-man conga line.

"MY DAMN AWARD," Mitchie roared.

"Holy cow! My Mom has been replaced by Godzilla," Jared exclaimed.

"Come on Mitchie, we'll go upstairs and have a good nights sleep and tomorrow you can begin you plans to destroy Miley," Shane said.

Shane began taking an upset Mitchie upstairs.

"Dad, I got her number," Jared said pointing to a piece of paper.

As they passed him Shane put his hand up to give him a high five.

"Don't even think about it," Mitchie said.

Shane's hand immeaditely went down.

...TO BE CONTINUED...

Okay, so this particular one shot is going to have two parts to it so I guess it's a Two shot. Yah. Review.