Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.
This is my friend's idea and she helped me write this story. We both hope you like it!
Regular POV:
"Ugh, I'm so sick of seeing all these posters for the dance! It's not like anyone's gonna go anyway. Last time, we ended up without a DJ so everyone was encouraged to bring their iPods so they could plug them in! I don't have a date, but it's not like I'd go if I had one anyhow," Lilly said to Miley one gloomy Monday morning.
Just then Oliver joined Miley and Lilly's conversation, "So, Lils, you wanna go to the dance with me?"
Lilly's face brightened up so fast that Miley was sure she would need to operate just to make sure that there wasn't a light bulb in her head.
"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I'll go with you!" Lilly exclaimed.
Lilly whirled around and whispered in Miley's ear, "Now I'm going to the dance. I'm all set."
"Great Lilly!" chimed Oliver happily. He finally seemed satisfied with one girl.
"Miles, who're you going with?" Oliver curiously asked her.
Miley looked at her feet.
"So far…No one," she said embarrassed.
"How come?" Oliver pressed.
Miley opened her mouth to respond, but someone else's voice filled her ears.
"Cause I haven't asked her yet." It was Jake, and Miley spun around to see her crush, the Zombie Slayer, behind her.
Miley felt that it was the best day of her life! She found that she had no air.
"So Miley, wanna go to the dance with me?" Jake continued.
Miley's eyes glistened. She fingered her hair.
"Yes! I'd love to," Miley replied excitedly.
Jake smiled.
"Great. Well, I'll pick you up at seven thirty," Jake once again flashed his famous smile before leaving to Science.
Miley turned to Lilly and squealed.
"Lilly, can you believe it? Jake asked me to the dance! I thought he wasn't interested in me anymore," Miley added.
"Good for you! Uh oh. Life destroyers alert. 4 o'clock," Lilly said in a panicked voice.
"Hey losers," Amber and Ashley said in unision. Annoyingly, they did their "Oooh, tss" thing.
"So Jake, wanna go to the dance with me?" Amber asked, trying to stand infront of Ashley.
"Hey, I was gonna ask him that!" Ashley yelled.
"Too late for you then!" Amber screamed.
Jake tried to back away.
"Listen, girls, I'm really flattered, but I'm already going with someone. And she's the only one I wanna go with."
Miley blushed.
"Is it me?" Amber and Ashley said again at the same time.
"No. It's that beautiful girl standing right next to me," Jake said.
"So it is me?" said Amber, throwing back her long hair, "I knew it would be me. Ashley's just not…pretty enough."
"It's not like your pretty!" Ashley was ready to pull her hair out.
"No, it's neither of you. It's Miley," Jake smiled and put an arm around her.
Miley was flushing so red it looked like she was badly sunburned.
"MILEY?! The foolish unstylish ugly annoying Miley? This is joke!" Ashley practically cried.
"Wow! You just described yourself in four words! Congrats!" Miley taunted.
"Miley is none of those, she is beautiful. The only people I see who fit that description are you two!" Jake said.
Amber and Ashley looked confused.
Lilly stepped up to both of them and simplified it for their teeny little pea brains.
"In easier terms: No one likes you," she stated.
"Huh!" They gasped, "That's impossible! How can people not like us? We're too rich to have people not like us!" Then they did, "Oooh, tss."
"Do that stupid finger thing one more time!" Lilly threatened.
"Don't!" Miley and Jake pulled her back.
Lilly's nostrils flared, "Just this one time though."
Just then, the bell rang throughout the hall and everyone groaned as they sluggishly trudged over to their first period class.
Before Miley knew it, the day was over.
Everyone was waiting outside, waiting for their rides.
"Yo, Miley! Who's picking you up?" called Lilly to her best friend as she picked up her skateboard.
"I'm walking," Miley said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
"'Kay, bye. Call you later," Lilly replied.
"Most likely for homework answers," Miley mumbled under her breath.
But Miley was again cut off when Jake came promenading casually towards her.
"Hey, Miley. Can I walk you home?" he asked her.
Miley blushed outrageously, and flashed a smile.
"Yeah Jake, that's be really nice. Thanks," Miley tried to cover her giggles.
"Your welcome," Jake laughed.
"Thank you so much for inviting me to the dance. You have no idea how excited I am!" Miley squealed brightly. Jake grabbed Miley's hand, and Miley squeezed it and grinned at Jake.
"Trust me, I'm more excited then you are! I was screaming in my sleep last night and was like, 'Miley! Miley! I need to bring that gorgeous girl to the dance!'" Jake laughed as he stretched his arm and put it around Miley. Miley smiled and Jake squeezed her shoulders.
"Hmmm, think again Jake. You may want to take back that dance invitation. You still haven't seen me in the morning, and if I admit it, then I must really be an ugly sight," Miley flirted.
Jake laughed, "That's okay. You're beautiful to me anywhere and anytime. How can you ever look ugly? That's hullabaloo."
They both stopped walking and faced each other, staring intently into each other's eyes.
"Hullabaloo?" Miley laughed heartily.
"Yeah," Jake whispered dreamily as he tucked a stray strand of Miley's hair behind her hair. Jake and Miley were probably thinking the same thoughts, because they both leaned in to kiss but then—
Miley felt a cold drop of water on her forehead. She quickly pulled away and felt her wet forehead.
Jake looked confused.
"N-no, Jake, it's not just you, it's just that I think it's raining," Miley felt her face reddening.
Jake just smiled and placed his arm around Miley like before.
They kept on walking to Miley's house, and by the time they had arrived, they were soaking wet. Miley was sure that her shirt was see-through. Wonderful, she thought.
They stopped once again before Jake left her to go to his house.
"Thank you so much for walking me home. And hey, now I don't have to take a shower when I get home, so…Well, thanks," Miley giggled as she faced Jake and looked into his eyes again.
"Oh no, thank you. I mean, it really isn't everyday that you get to escort home the most beautiful girl in the world. And I mean it," Jake said.
Miley didn't even have enough time to respond to that because Jake pulled her close to him and gave her a long meaningful kiss. Jake looked to see Miley's face flourished with happiness and excitement.
"Uh, it's raining—I think I should get inside…Thanks Jake! See you at school tomorrow! Can't wait for the dance! Really," Miley nervously tried to escape and slipped out of Jake's embrace. Jake caught her arm and pulled her back.
"Wait Miley! I—Don't go so fast! Let me say goodbye."
Miley stared as if there were a spotlight on her.
"What? You just did! You just said the word "goodbye"! Simple and easy!"
"No! I want to really say goodbye. So…. Bye Miley. I'll see you at the dance. Okay? I—I'm here for you," Jake whispered to Miley softly.
"Okay," she whispered back, as if in a trance, "Bye Jake. Thanks…again."
He kissed her before she ran back inside, her face still flushed with content.
My life was perfect. Could it get any better?
Oh I guess it stops now and here.
I opened the door to find out who else but the familiar thieving backstabbing—
"Lu-uann?"
"Mah-ley!"
Wonderful.