I had just put on my wig when the evil Mikayla entered the room. We were doing a benefit duet to 'Cupid Had a Heart' for the country of Haiti after the horrible earthquake.
My make-up artist finished my make-up. Mikayla kept giving me evil stares. What is her problem?
Everything was set. I was ready to perform.
We lined up behind the stage.
"Next up, teen singing sensations Mikayla and Hannah Montana!" The announcer announced, and Mikayla and I ran onto the stage.
"You guys ready to rock!" I yelled into the microphone.
The crowd went wild; I love this part of my job.
"For Haiti!" I yelled and then the music came on.
We started singing.
Afterwards, we went back to our dressing room. Mikayla kept giving me dirty looks. We were alone in the room and I had finally had enough.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I yelled.
"Because I'm in love with you!" Mikayla yelled back.
I was taken aback. "What?"
"I'm in love with you Hannah; I hope you love me too." Mikayla said. And then, Mikayla kissed me.
I loved the kiss. It felt amazing. But I couldn't be gay, my dad's a country boy from Tennessee, he's flip shit if he found out I'd enjoyed kissing a girl. Or that I wanted a relationship with Mikayla, a romantic relationship.
"So," Mikayla said after breaking the kiss.
"My dad would kill me," I whispered.
"I know, so we'll be secret about it."
"Alright, so Mikayla, ask me out."
"Hannah, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes," and then I kissed her.