Okay, this will be a oneshot...but i will write more if ya want it. It is Jiley, and if i do add more either Lackson or moliver, you guys tell me what ya want. (I'll most likely do Lackson.)

This takes place two years after the epi with Jake and Mikayla. So Miley And Jake (and Lily and Oliver) Are 16 yrs old. If included cause i write more, Jackson would be 18.

I want To Be More Than Friends

Miley POV

I sit on my couch with Lily and Oliver. Watching Entertainment tonight. I'm 16 now. It has been 2 years.

"...And new news about Jake Ryan...He is back in Malibut for a while, before leaving for his new movie in France. The role of his girlfriend, and costart has yet to be given out, but word is that they are leading to Pop Princess Mikayla..."

"Oh WHO CARES!" I yell.

"You do." bot Lily and Oliver say.

"What? I do not..." I say. The door bell rings. "I am over Jake!" I say. LIAR!

I open the door and see..."JAKE!"

And sure enough, the big blonde (hot) sack of drama was standing there.

"Hey Miley...it's been a while.." He says, with one of his sexy smiles.

"Uh...Uh...uh...yea! W...Whats up?" I ask, standing back.

"I...just thought I'd come visit...cause you know...thats what friends do..." He says.

friends. Exactly.

"Yea...friends. Uh..listen...I have to go...do something...Why...how about we meet at the beach tomorrow?" I ask.

"Ok...sure. noon?"

"Perfect." I say. "See you then."

He smiles. "Ok. See ya tomorrow..."

MIDNIGHT

I lay in bed, awake. Thinking. I cant sleep. I sigh, and get up. I walk quietly down stairs, and outside. I run to the beach, and sit on the sand.

"Why...why did I have to like him. Or, better yet...why can't HE like ME BACK! He used to! What happened..is the big blonde hot sack of drama made of STONE!" I yell in anger.

"Miley?" I turn...

"Jake! How...How much of that did you hear...?" I ask nervously.

"All of it."

I feel myself blush.

"I...Um..." I start, thinking of an excuse. Then I decide to take a chance. "Listen, Jake. I...I still like you. Like you like you. And, I know we said we were just friends, but I want to be more than friends. I know that..." But I am cut off by his lips crashing against mine. His arms slide around my waist, mine around his neck.

When we break the kiss, our foreheads touch. "I want to be more than friends too." He whispers, and then our lips connect again.

REVIEW...do you want more or should I leave it...??
--Jeeen