Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana
Author's Note: Okay this is my first Hannah Montana fanfic but not my first fanfic ever so I can take constructive criticism-just don't give me flames.
Celebrity Secrets
Chapter 1
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Miley's alarm clock woke her up from the perfect dream.
"Nick…," She sighed sleepily, "Why are you beeping, Nick?"
Suddenly Miley realized it was her alarm clock and groaned. She got up and turned it off.
"Can't you at least let me kiss him before you wake me up?" Miley asked the alarm clock frustratingly.
"I wouldn't let you do that either, sweetheart,"
It was Miley's dad.
"Dad! You can't just walk into my room without knocking!" Miley exclaimed, dropping down to a whisper, "I could be changing."
"Honey, you weren't changin', you were talkin' to yer alarm clock. Now get dressed, we're gunna be late for Jackson's volleyball game," her dad said, leaving.
"Who has a volleyball game at nine a.m. on a Saturday morning?" Miley muttered grouchily, but she got ready anyways.
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Miley was down stairs in her kitchen, wolfing down a bowl of cereal, when the phone rang. It wasn't just any phone, though.
"I'll get it!" Miley yelled, spraying milk and cornflakes all over her shirt.
"Sweet niblets," she muttered. She headed toward the phone but saw it wasn't ringing. The Hannah phone was.
Ooh, who could it be? Miley thought excitedly.
"Hello?" She asked, grabbing a towel to clean off her shirt.
"Hey Hannah, how are you?" The person on the other line said. It was sweet, dreamy, and a little nervous. It was Nick Jonas. Miley was now cleaning her bowl and instead of spraying the bowl with dish soap, she accidentally sprayed herself…right in the face.
"Nick! I mean…uh…hey…Nick. I'm doing fine, just chillin'. You know, eating, watching TV, on my way to my…um…friend's game. Not all at the same time though…" Miley blabbed on, laughing. She was so stunned that Nick had called she was wiping the same part of her face again and again. Nick laughed on the other line.
"Cool," He said, and paused. Miley could feel his anxiety on the other line and had a good idea what he was about to do. Her heart lifted and she didn't even realize that she put the bowl in the stove.
"So, um, I was wondering…if you're not doing anything tonight…you wanna catch a movie," Nick asked, his voice cracking a bit. He was pretty much over that stage now (how else would he sing well?) but anytime he was nervous, his voice cracked. Miley was now walking out the door-trying to move quickly because her dad was honking. If she hadn't been right by the couch she would've fallen straight to the ground, but instead she made a loud THUMP as she hit the cushions. Miley was now lost in her dream from that morning-and many others. She was completely unaware that she was keeping him waiting.
"Hannah?" Nick asked nervously on the other line after a few minutes. The sound of his voice woke her from her daydreams and it just happened to be before the kissing part too. Sweet niblets!
"Oh! Yeah, I would love to! I have to go now, though, so…uh…call me later?" Miley asked quickly.
"Yeah, looking forward to it," Nick said and hung up.
"He's…looking forward to it," Miley said dreamily and crashed down to the sofa again. Her dad walked in just then, wondering 'what in tarnations is that girl doing?'.
"Miley, we have to go! You can sleep later!" Her dad said and left in a rush again. It took Miley a few seconds to get herself back together, but eventually she was up and out the door.
Author's Note: I hope you guys like it. What do you think of the story idea? Good? Bad? You think it's a keeper? Thanks for reading and please review!