A/N: Now, with my current obsession with Italian, I have decided to write a HM fic with Italian in it. Not exact though, I don't learn Italian, even though I know a few words. Of course, this one's Jiley.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Hannah Montana. That's good enough for me.

Apprezzamento e Italiano

Apparently, Italian (and many other Romance languages) had all been from Latin. Well, I have just one thing to say. "Curse Latin…" I muttered under my breath.

"Il Latino è una lingua bella. Così è Italiano!" (Latin is a beautiful language. So is Italian!) said a voice right in my ear.

Extremely startled, I did my not-so-usual scream that sounded like Lilly when she found a scratch on her skateboard.

"Ahhh! Crap, Jake, you scared the hell out of me! Not going with the usual Tennessee talking, but that was freakier than a fish that got no water! Anyway, what in the world were you saying?!"

Jake grinned in his normal-twisted (don't you just love oxymorons??) way and said, "What, you don't understand Italian?"

I grimaced and resisted the growing temptation to whack him on the arm, which would, in his world, translate into "You're flirting with me."

His voice rang out again. "You know, you could always get someone to help you. Italian is a language; you can't learn it like math. It's impossible."

"Yea, seeing as how you find it impossible to solve just one equation!" I impulsively shouted at him. I really didn't mean to do that. It just…burst out by itself.

Jake looked slightly taken aback, but recovered quickly. "I could help you…"

I looked at him with uncertainty brimming in my eyes. Jake could tutor me? That was nearly impossible, considering his obvious lack of IQ in math. Yet, he had a point. Math was entirely different from Italian. Try the difference between solving an equation and conjugating a verb!

"Fine."

Jake smirked. "Don't say fine. 'Fine' means that you really, really don't want to do it but are forced to!" (Thank my teacher for that. Gosh, she's so eccentric. Okay, back to the story.)

I laughed sincerely. Well, as sincerely as I could, as realization hit me that I had to suffer the taunting of other Jake-crazy girls. I grimaced inwardly. My grade was already suffering as it is. I might as well take the taunting and pull my GPA up!

"I'll take it."

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