I do not own any publicly recognized people, places, things, ETC. All publicly recognized people , places, things ETC are property of their rightful owners. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.


Chapter One:

I sat at the window of my attic, binoculars in hand, surveying the street. There was Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, walking their stupid yappy dog. Tom Johnson and his swimsuit model girlfriend, walking out to his convertible…she was hot.

There were the Fletchers; putting their kids on the school bus…the teenage girl was hot.

All the other houses were silent…oh; there was the maid for the Carpenters, right on schedule. Mrs. Carpenter was out, so Mr. Carpenter would have sex with the maid.

The same cars would come and go all the time…most of them all fancy, a few of the teenagers are older.

My brow furrowed, a new car was coming down the block…silver, Audi R8 Spider. Those cars were expensive…so expensive I doubt even anyone in this neighborhood could afford it. Especially with the cost of living here.

The silver car parked in the driveway to the house next to mine…I assumed it was the new owners.

A red Mercedes Convertible followed the silver car, a normal Toyota followed that one, and then a big U-Haul followed that.

New neighbors. Wonderful.

--

Jake Ryan parked his car in the driveway of his new house, and then pushed the door open, unbuckling his seatbelt, and walked around the car, and opened the door for his wife. He took her hand, helping her out of the car.

One slender leg followed the other, and a body joined the legs, in a jean mini skirt, and a pink tank top. Miley Stewart, now Miley Ryan's brown hair was straight, and in a ponytail, sunglasses where on her eyes, against the bright Los Angeles sun.

She slid her arms around his middle; he put his arms around her too.

"There's our house," Jake stated. "We're home owners!"

"Yes we are!" Miley exclaimed in happiness, grinning up at him. He grinned, back then lowered his lips to hers in a kiss.

"Ok, love birds, don't start making out in the driveway," Oliver complained, getting out of his car, as Lily got out of Miley's Mercedes, having drove it to the house for her. Miley's two best friends were there to help Miley and Jake move in to their new house in Los Angeles, California, their new upgrade from the apartment they'd been living in for the past six months, since they got married. When they didn't stop, he muttered, "Sex addicts."

Still kissing Jake, Miley held up her middle finger to her best friend, but finally unlocked lips with her husband.

"Jeez, Miley, you get feistier with age…if you're like this at twenty-three, I cant imagine what you'll be like five or ten years form now." Oliver commented, as Lily stepped up beside him.

"Well, keep making cracks about my sex life and you wont be around to find out." Miley said, smirking.

Jake was fighting back laughter.

"Reer," Lily said, making a cat claw motion with her hand.

"Hey, at least I don't make cracks about your sex life in front of your dad, unlike Jackson." Oliver said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yea, well Jackson's a butt face!" Miley exclaimed.

Jake burst out laughing. "Butt face, Miles? Very mature, baby." She, in response, stuck her tongue out.

They all laughed, and Jake kissed her forehead, she in return pecked his lips. "I love you," she told him softly, looking him in the eye.

He smiled, "I love you more"

"No!" Miley exclaimed, "I love you more!"

"Nuh-uh, I love you more!" Jake said.

Lily and Oliver groaned. They always did this. It was so sickeningly sweet.

"If you guys weren't totally perfect for each other, I so would have killed you guys for being so gooey and sweet that it's gross, by now," Lily said. "Now can we start…I mean standing on your driveway like idiots is fun and all, but still."

"Let's get to it," Miley said, and they all started towards the U-Haul, meeting the professional movers, to start bringing boxes in.

--

I couldn't believe it. It was her!

I watched as that beautiful, amazing woman got out of the car, not believing my eyes.

It was Miley Stewart, AKA Hannah Montana. The love of my life. She got out of the car, and put her arms around that pretty boy scumbag, Jake Ryan. She made the biggest mistake of her life, marrying him.

HE said something I couldn't hear. She said something, back then she kissed him. I clenched my fists. I should be the one with my arms around her. I should be the one that got to kiss her.

Not him.

--

"Miley, where does this go, it's the last one?" Oliver called to his friend, standing in the foyer of the house.

She looked over from where she stood with the mover, signing a waiver. "Oliver, it says 'master bedroom' right on it."

"…Right. Well I can't see it!" He said, heading for the stairs.

Miley laughed to herself, and went back to the guy, taking the pen and the clipboard.

Her eyes scanned the words on the paper, before she put the pen on the line, and signed it.

She looked at her signature. Miley Ray Ryan. She smiled at the last name. Ryan. Jake. She loved her life…now; she was ready to handle the fame full time, whereas she wasn't as a teenager. It had been nice being able to take off the wig, and go to the mall with her best friends, or on a dinner date with her boyfriend, who went to extreme lengths to make sure the paparazzi didn't bother them. But now, she was twenty-three.

She'd given up the Hannah Secret at twenty. She'd stepped up to the microphone, pulled off the wig, and basically said, "I've been Miley Stewart all along so I could have a normal life, you don't like it, deal with it."

A few weeks after Miley took the wig off, her and Jake went public with their four-year relationship, which they'd hid from the press once they'd gotten back together. At twenty-one, Jake had asked Robbie Ray for Miley's hand in marriage, and Robbie Ray agreed, and so Miley walked down the aisle at twenty two. About six months, and her twenty-third birthday had passed since that day.

About two weeks before the wedding, Miley had moved in to Jake's apartment, so they had a home together once they arrived back from their week long honeymoon, in Paris.

A few months later, they had started talking about how they wanted a house. Somewhere where Miley hoped to start a family, one day soon. Jake had agreed about the house, and avoided the subject of children.

They'd looked, and had both fell in love with this house.

And now, here they were.

Deeply in love, married, with their own home, living their dreams…She'd work on the child thing.

--

I was in my kitchen now, I could see easily in to where she was. She was signing a paper for some guy. I saw her pause. She must be so unhappy with him. He is probably threatening her, so he can look good, having a beautiful woman hanging off his arm.

Bastard.

I'd show him. She belongs with me. Or not in the neighborhood, showing off. Gloating.

I'd take care of this. Get rid of him, and get her, or just chase them out of the neighborhood. I prefer the first option.


Yup. New Story. :) Don't worry, I'm not forgetting about the other...three is it? Yea, I think it's three. I still remember those. I have a few chapters of this written though, and want to see if it's worth continuing. So please review if you liked it, and I'll post another chapter!

-Jen