Disclaimer: If I owned Hannah Montana, then I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. (goes out to all chapters) I just own the characters I made up

I have a lot of things planned for this story. I know that it's not much yet, but it will get better as the story goes on! Please R&R and no flames. Constructive criticism is okay though.

Pairings: Miley/Jake, Jake/OC, Lilly/Oliver (extremely little)

Chapter 1

"Congratulations! Ms. Miley Stewart has done it once again. Watch out, everybody! She's on fire!" Miranda Laurenson licked her finger, touched my shoulder, and made a sound as if I was hot. I rolled my eyes at my co-worker and swatted her hand away. I secretly smiled and shook my head while I dusted the pictures hanging on my wall.

I took one of them down and smiled fondly at it. It was my favorite picture: Lilly, Oliver, and I on graduation day. It's been six years since I graduated, but it still feels as if it was only yesterday that I started high school.

Lilly and Oliver have been my best friends since seventh grade when I moved from Tennessee. Right now, they are on their honeymoon in Hawaii. If it weren't for me, then those two never would've admitted their feelings to each other. I've set up couples before, but that was when I realized that matchmaking was what I was made to do. Sure, I couldn't be the producer of the Bachelor, but being a wedding planner was the next best thing.

As for Hannah Montana, she's still my secret. Right now she's in the process of making her eighth album.

How do I do it?

Well, if I could handle being Hannah Montana and high school, then I can definitely manage being Hannah Montana and a wedding planner.

I put the picture back up and another picture caught my eye. It was a picture of Jake and I just before we left my house on our first date. Dad just had to take a picture of his daughter before she went out with her first boyfriend. I smiled, remembering that I felt so embarrassed, but now I realized that my dad was just doing that because…well, that's what dads do.

Jake and I were on-and-off throughout high school. We broke up a week after graduation because we were going to different colleges. It wasn't my idea, but it was too unrealistic for two high schoolers to keep a long distance relationship during college. Still, that didn't mean that I wasn't bitter about it. I was going to Los Angeles and he was flying to New York to do more acting. I haven't seen him since then; except in tabloid magazines, which I stopped reading a long time ago because my stomach started doing somersaults every time I saw him and a rumored girlfriend.

I've moved on a long time ago. But the as the saying goes: you will never forget your first love.

"You know," Miranda paused and sat on the edge of the couch. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head, continuing to dust the pictures. "If anyone can do the job, it's you. I bet Magwood is going to give you a promotion this time. I mean, with all the hard work you have done…you deserve it!" She nudged and winked at me and I just laughed at her. My boss, Willa Magwood, is one of the toughest and meanest bosses I have ever had. I still do not understand how she ended up being the Vice President of Once in a Lifetime Weddings, with her attitude and all. My chances of being promoted are very slim. Even though I planned great weddings, she hates me for some unknown reason.

"Haha, yeah right!" I snorted as we walk to the office cafeteria. "As if I'm getting a promotion. Besides, I've only planned a couple a weddings compared to you and everyone else. So-"

"-But all the weddings that you do have turned out perfect, Miley. People have been giving you referrals. Referrals, Miley!" She exclaimed excitedly. "In fact, you know the last wedding you did? You did such a great job, that Magwood herself said that you are the best one here. That, and…well, I wasn't eavesdropping or anything…"

"You did not! You know how much trouble you'd get in if Magwood finds out that you're listening to her business?" I whispered; although, I'm kind of excited to hear what she had to say. I caught her eye and we both started laughing.

"What are you? In fifth grade?" She laughed and grabbed an apple. We sat down at our usual spot: the table next to the window overlooking the beach. Once we got settled into our seats, she leans over and looks around to see if it was "safe."

"I was on my way to my office thinking of him," she sighed dreamily and starts twirling her dark red long curls. Miranda has this weird obsession with this gorgeous guy she sees every morning at Starbucks. I rolled my eyes and took out my phone.

"Hello? 9-1-1? Yeah, my friend's mind is stuck up in outer space and it clearly needs to get back to her so that she can tell me what she heard."

"Ha ha ha. Very funny, Miley," she stuck out her tongue. How childish.

"Likewise, Millie. Now can you please go back to the story?"

"Okay, okay. Well I had a lot of paper in my hands and I heard someone scream. All of it fell from my hands and I really didn't want to pick it up. I knew that I should've used a binder, but nooo…" Miranda started to mumble incoherently. I snap my fingers and she looks at me with a look on her face as if she didn't realize that I was sitting there the entire time.

"Well anyways, as I was picking everything up, some of them went under Magwood's door. When I was reaching out for them, I heard your name! Yeah, I know, right? So I just had to hear why she was talking about you. So I kind of peeked in and saw that she was on the phone. She was telling the person a bunch of dates and blah blah blah. Apparently, they were trying to set up an appointment and all that…stuff. But get this Miley; from the look on Magwood's face, this person is big. Magwood's going to give you the wedding, and it sounds as if it's going to be the wedding of the year!" Miranda and I grabbed each other's hands from across the table and squealed excitedly.

"Do you know who it is?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask. It's-"

"Stewart."

I let go of Miranda's hands and turned towards the voice.

Magwood.

We made eye contact and by the look on her face, I had to leave and follow her.

"I'll talk to you later, Millie." I smoothed out my black dress and ran a hand through my hair.

"Tell me all about it, okay?"

"Of course. Bye!" I stood up and walked to my boss. She was watching me the entire time, which made me feel uneasy. Once I got to her, she turned around and started to walk towards the direction of her office.

On our way there, people were staring at me. There are four reasons why people follow Magwood into her office: you're getting fired, you're getting a promotion, you are being assigned something big, or you have her Starbucks. Hopefully it's not the first one.

Once we got into her office, she sat down on her chair. I stood awkwardly at the door and we had a little staring contest. Soon she gave me a forced smile and motioned to the chair in front of her desk, silently telling me to sit down. I put my things on the right chair while I sat down on the left one.

"Ms. Stewart, a while ago, I got a phone call. It was no ordinary phone call, you see. This was from the personal assistant of Shirley Brewart."

Shirley Brewart…her name sounds familiar.

"She is engaged, obviously. Ms. Brewart wants you to plan her wedding because she heard that you are the best in Malibu," Magwood clapped her hands together and sighed happily. I smiled at her, but inwardly groaned. This meant more money for her, more work for me to do, and more stress because this Brewart girl has a lot of expectations from me.

"The couple is going to arrive in a few minutes, so you better be in your office right now." Magwood smirked at me and waved goodbye. I nodded in thanks and once I got out the door, I ran towards my office. I sprayed air freshener, re-filled the candy bowl, tidied up my desk, took out a scrapbook of the weddings I planned before, and straightened the pictures hanging on the wall. Fifteen minutes later, I heard a loud voice from the hallway.

"…I assure you, she's the best planner we have."

I heard my boss say and smiled a little. I walked over to my desk and pretended to look at the scrapbook (with my back was facing the door). Someone knocked and went inside.

I turned my head to see Magwood and a really pretty woman, which I assumed was Shirley Brewart. She had long curly brown hair and brown-green eyes. She wore a plain yellow top, jeans, and the cute red stilettos.

"Ms. Brewart, this is Miley Stewart. Stewart, this is Ms. Shirley Brewart," Magwood chuckled. "Look! Your names rhyme!"

Ms. Brewart and I laughed awkwardly, just to make her feel better. After all, she is the boss. Magwood sensed this, stopped laughing, and cleared her throat.

"It was great meeting you, Ms. Brewart," she smiled at the both of us then left hurriedly.

"Don't worry, she's not usually…like this," I joked, trying to get rid of the awkward silence.

"It's okay. So Ms. Stewart-"

"Call me Miley. Ms. Stewart seems so formal and business-like."

"And you can call me Shirley, not Ms. Brewart. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be Ms. Brewart anymore, right?"

"Right. If you don't mind me asking, where's your fiancé?" I asked, looking behind Shirley to see if anyone was going to pop out from behind the door.

"Oh, he's supposed to be on his way here right now. Malibu was where he grew up when he was younger, so he wanted to go around." She smiled at me. I looked at her with a surprised expression on my face.

"Oh, that's interesting. Malibu is such a great place to grow up. If you don't mind me asking, what's his name? I probably know him because I also grew up here."

"It's no problem. His name is-"

All of a sudden, someone slammed the door open. I looked at the door to find Miranda, who looked red as if she was running and breathing deeply. Apparently she didn't see Shirley because she ran towards me and grasped my sides.

"Oh. My. God. Miley. He's here!" She shook my sides excitedly and squealed. I took her hands off me and sighed in annoyance.

"Who's here?" I tapped my foot.

"You mean that you don't know yet?" She looked at me with wide eyes. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, which made me want to laugh; I didn't though because I was too annoyed with all of these interruptions.

"Excuse me," Shirley tapped Miranda's shoulder, which snapped her out of her trance. "If you're talking about my fiancé-"

"Are you serious? You're sooo lucky!" Miranda squealed again. I swear she's just like a little girl. "I can't believe you're getting married to-"

"Jake?" I whispered, staring at what I saw before me.

Standing in my office was Jake Ryan, who looked just as surprised as I was.

Well, now this was going to be interesting.