AN: Well, nothing to really say, but enjoy this new story from yours truly.

Chapter One: The Most Unusual Request

Michael Harris and his girlfriend Miley Stewart have been a couple for more than a year now, and both of them couldn't have been any happier. Michael loved Miley, and Miley loved him as well. It was really a good relationship, and both of their families knew each other. Charles, Michael's older brother and his legal guardian was good friends with Robby Ray, Miley's dad. Needless to say, everybody was friends with everybody, and it was good like that.

As they both got older, Michael being 18 and Miley being seventeen going on 18, their relationship was getting a little serious. One thing that was a serious issue was when Miley brought it up while she was over Michael's house, hanging out with Michael in his room one sunny afternoon. She waited until his guard was down, and then ambushed him with the question.

She was sitting on his lap, both of them looking at TV when she looked at her boyfriend, and began to talk to him.

"So Michael, my performance in Miami is coming up. Are you going to be able to come with me?" Miley asked him.

"Sure, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Michael said. Seeing as how this was Spring Break, that meant a lot of girls, Miley included, in bikinis, and Michael couldn't and wouldn't miss that for the world.

"That's good to know, because I have something else to talk to you about." Miley said. Michael watched as she got up from her seat, and walked across to the TV, and turned it off.

"This is really important, and I want you to listen to me fully before you make final judgement." Miley said. Michael noticed that the look on her face was now a very serious one. This either was going to be something that he was going to have to think about for a while, or he could give her an answer right then and there.

"Okay, beautiful, I am listening." Michael said, a smile on his face. Miley took a deep breath, and sat right next to him, on the quilt on his bed.

"Michael," she said, voice very low and soft, not looking him in the eyes.

"Yes, Miley?" Michael answered, trying to sooth her by running his hand through her brown hair. She smiled, and finally met his blue eyes with her own. She took a deep breath, and decided to tell her boyfriend what was on her mind and what was the real reason that she was here to see him in the first place.

"Michael, when will it be the right time for us to have sex?" Miley asked him.


You know, when you are a kid like Michael, there are some things that never will catch you off guard. Being in a relationship with Miley, that says a lot, of course.

For one, Michael found out that she was Hannah Montana before he even moved out here. He saw a picture of both of them, and he knew immediately that either Hannah Montana and Miley Stewart were related, looked an awful lot in a like manner, or that they were one in the same. Hell, he told his brother and step-sister Melody that little tidbit of information.

Another thing was that Michael has been through so much in his 18 years that it was only natural that very little our almost nothing could surprise him.

Then this happened.


Michael wasn't sure that he heard Miley correctly. The moment that she said the taboo word that came with this age, Michael literally couldn't speak, or was afraid to. Yeah, that was it, he was afraid to speak, that, or he was afraid that Robby Ray managed to find his way into his bathroom and over heard what his youngest child had said.

"Michael?" Miley said, placing her delicate hand on his cheek. "Please, say something."

Michael couldn't. That was the problem, he fucking couldn't. He wanted to, but he just couldn't. For heaven's sake, this was a girl that he was friends with for over two years, and they have been dating for one year almost.

Michael finally after a minute of silence, and tried to speak, but his mouth closed back up, and he remained silent. Miley moved closer to him, and placed a kiss on his lips. Michael stepped back, and looked at Miley, and more importantly, her outfit that she was wearing. She had on a mini skirt, and a white t-shirt, that fully complimented her cleavage. That's when it hit him. She wore that outfit over here on purpose so that he wouldn't be able to think about something else.

Well played Miley. Very well played. Michael thought with a smile.

"Well Michael. What do you have to say?" Miley asked him again. Michael had an answer that was only going to satisfy her, and buy him some time before he could think of an answer.

"Miley, this is big, I really need some time to think about this." Michael said. Miley sighed, but in the end, she smiled, and hug him.

"Okay, thanks for taking some time to think about this, I wouldn't want you to make an immature decision about something big like this.

Michael just smiled, of course he knew this was going to eat at his mind for a long time.


LATER THAT NIGHT...

Michael was unable to sleep. After the idea that Miley put into his mind, how was he able to? She suggested that the two of them have sex, and the fact that they were going on a trip alone didn't help the fact either.

Every time he closed his eyes, he had titillating dreams about her, and that made him snap his eyes open.

He let out a low growl, and kicked off his sheets. He grabbed his XBOX 360 controller, and powered on the system.

Since I can't get to sleep, I might as well rot my brains with some video game violence. Michael thought as he readied himself for a long night.


AN: Well, stay tuned for more and congratulations to the Texas Rangers for winning the AL Pendant and advancing to the World Series for the first time!