NOT QUITE A FAIRY TALE
type: chapters.
pairings: you'll see soon enough. pairings may change, and besides, i don't want to give anything away or scare off any readers. but i know many of you will be happy with the direction of the story. ;)
synopsis: first crushes, first cars, first loves, the adolescent years – they're awkward. they're painful. messy, embarrassing, exciting, and most of all – they're unforgettable.
inspiration: haha, don't laugh, but "kiss the girl" by ashley tisdale. i SAID don't laugh! and also, i came across this gorgeous versace dress the other day that i totally cannot afford, and since i couldn't wear it, miley gets to. 'k, really, stop laughing :)
reviews: much appreciated. constructive criticism also appreciated. praise it, flame it, just let me know what you think!
disclaimer: obviously i own at life (ignore my self-indulgent humor) but i don't own any of these characters. i also don't own any of the brand names or labels mentioned in this story, though i wish i did because they are all fabulous. i own nothing, except any characters who are not a) existing celebs and/or b) in or on the show. i'm not associated with the disney channel or hannah montana in any way. yeah. y'all know this stuff.
rating: i'm gonna keep it at T for now, mostly for suggestiveness and mild cussing. may change.
a/n: i'm so happy "glamorous" got such sweet reviews. thanks all, i really enjoyed reading your reviews…and if you haven't checked it out yet, you should! anyway, i really wanted to portray the HM characters in the more insignificant parts of their life, as well as the bigger ones.
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one.
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"Please enjoy the music while your party is reached."
How many times had he heard that in the past seven days? The familiar chorus of the new Justin Timberlake song filled his ear. She wasn't picking up. The song ended and he heard Miley chirp, "Hey guys, it's Miley. Leave a message!"
He sighed, running a hand through his thick, blonde hair. This was normally the point where he hung up. He'd been calling from a restricted number, just in case she actually picked up when he was in the process of backing out. She hadn't picked up, not once. He could be setting himself up for major embarrassment, seeing as the last time he'd saw her, she pushed him off a fence, but…he'd be back soon enough anyway.
Beep!
He cleared his throat. "Miley…it's, uh, me…Jake. It's been, like, a week since I left and I just wanted to let you know I…I'm coming back. Long story short, uh, they added a few more episodes to the Zombie High season, and since that's my first commitment…we're doing the shooting in Malibu and…well, yeah. I'm not really sure why you haven't been, um, well…just call me back. Or not. What I mean is…" He was sure he sounded like a complete idiot, so he just quickly decided to stop himself. "So okay. Uh, bye."
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"Mm…" I groaned as my alarm clock went off. Six A.M. Time to start life as Miley Stewart. Blindly I reached over to my night table and slammed down on what felt like my alarm clock.
"Ow!" I screeched as my palm caught the sharp edge of a picture frame. I shot up in my bed and brought my throbbing palm to my mouth. Great. Now I was awake. The alarm was still making that horrible sound. "Shut up!" I muttered, hitting the button softly this time.
I hadn't slept much the night before. My phone rang a few times. It was from a restricted number, but I had no doubt in my mind who it was. Jake Ryan. The sometimes sweet, mostly obnoxious, and always cute Jake Ryan. I didn't need to talk to him. He actually thought I, Miley Stewart, would wait around four months for his ass to return. God, he can be such an egomaniac. And whatever. Four months was just way too long. Any girl who'd wait around four months looked desperate. Jake liked me because I wasn't desperate. By now he was probably off making out with one of his co-stars anyway, and if he wasn't, he would be soon enough. I should have known better than to like a movie star. I was so over him anyway. I picked up a brush mindlessly and swept it through my hair.
Jackson popped his head in the doorway and piped, "Hurry up, I'm leaving in five minutes if you want a…um. Are you aware you're brushing your hair with a toothbrush? …On second thought, you think I can get that for eBay?" I scowled and realizing he was right, hurled the toothbrush at his head. He ducked just in time and darted downstairs.
Toothbrush for a hairbrush? Gross. Get a grip, Stewart. So I was a little tired, that's all…All right, fine. The truth is, I had my mind on other things. Okay, people. Specific people. People who kiss people and then abruptly leave to shoot movies in Romania.
I got dressed listlessly, carelessly pairing a pair of jeans that were cut off at the knee with a white tanktop and rubber flip-flops. There was this heavy sort of feeling dragging me down, making every move a little more sluggish, a little harder. "Please," I asserted aloud. "I don't miss him one bit."
I found myself repeating the same thing about an hour later, when Lilly confronted me in the hallway. "Miley! Just admit you like him! I've got a bump the size of Texas on my head thanks to you. So why don't you just pick up your phone and figure things out. And I can't believe you pushed him off a fence. If that's your strategy, no wonder he left."
"I don't like him anymore."
She rolled her eyes. "First you blew your nose with Willis…"
"Huh?"
She knocked lightly on my head. I pushed her hand away. "Hello, metaphor? Anyway, you tried to make him jealous, he kisses you, and now you don't like him? Please. I see right through your pretty little face. You guys have the chemistry."
"You suck at chemistry," I muttered.
With a fake, stuffy accent, she responded, "On the contrary, I am an expert at chemistry." Dropping her tone, she added, "Of the heart, that is." She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"I'm over him!" I insisted, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Oh, please, Stewart, you love him," Oliver, clad in a ridiculous bright orange shirt, chimed in from behind me. I hadn't even known he was standing there. I spun around and smacked him on the head.
"What is this, pry into Miley's life day?" I cried, exasperated. "Jake Ryan is an arrogant, selfish, conceited jerk!" I breathed hard. That felt good.
"Jeez, all right," Lilly retorted. "But just know that the more you say it, the less I believe you. Now I've got a chemistry test about moles. Moles? Ew. Well. Toodles!" She smirked at me, spinning on her heel, all smug and all-knowing and…ugh! I hated being wrong. And what's worse, I hated when she was right. I caught a flash of her red hoodie as she marched off.
"Lilly!" I yelled after her. "Wipe that smile off your face because you are so wrong, it's…it's not even funny! You're wronger than, than…than…" I was completely flustered. I turned to Oliver. "Oliver…you believe me, right?" I glared at him. He was trying to hide the same smug grin. "Oh, not you too!"
"Please don't hit me again?" he requested in a small voice.
"Ugh!" I groaned, sighing again. I declared, "This is useless! For the last time, I am over Jake Ryan! He's gone now, and I don't care one bit!"
Oliver's eyes widened. "Uh…Miles…"
Good. I was getting somewhere. I cut him off, pronouncing, "Jake Ryan is a jerk, and I don't care what he does with his life as long as it has nothing to do with me!"
Oliver's face scrunched up and his eyes flicked past me, at something over my shoulder. "Um…"
I came to a slow and awful realization. He can't be. He's in Romania. He's supposed to be a zillion miles away! "He's right behind me, isn't he?"
"Uh…yup."
I turned slowly. Those familiar blue eyes were staring straight at me, just inches from my face, cast in an expressionless face. My heart stopped, then quickened. Maybe he didn't hear anything. Feigning friendliness, I began, "Jake! Uh…how much of that did you hear?"
His face fell, but he quickly covered it with a smile. A forced smile, the kind I had on my face. "No it's…it's cool, Miley. I understand."
"No, Jake, I didn't mean it like that…" I attempted feebly. "I didn't…"
"No." His voice was strained. "I get it. I won't bother you anymore."
He quickly took off, a throng of girls in a rush after him, probably thrilled at the chance to comfort him.
And all I could do was watch and feel more miserable than I had before.
"Well, I guess now he gets it too," Oliver remarked. I almost smacked him again, but he quickly realized I wasn't in the mood for jokes. He slung his arm over my shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll walk with you to English."
I went with him, shaking my head. This time, I had really blown it.
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a/n: This is NOT the original chapter one, it has been revised slightly to correct errors and to accommodate later chapters in the story. Don't forget to review!