Here is a slightly Valentines Day related fic. I posted it now because it might run a little over Valentines Day, and there may be a sequel.
Anyways, note that this story includes a LOT of pairings involving Miley.
There will be Miley/Johnny, Miley/Josh, Miley/Jake, Miley/Oliver… you get it, right? Read on to find out WHY there are so many pairings. I'm going to be fair and put in large doses of each pairing, even if I am a huge Moliver fan.
Due to midterms this week, there will be no updates from me until Friday, maybe. That all depends on the readers' reactions though with whether or not I should continue, and how many readers felt like 'reacting'.
Anyways, enjoy, and even when the beginning is pretty 'Anti-Jake', ignore it. There will be just as much Miley/Jake as there will be for the other pairings.
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Not Exactly What I Wanted
Chapter 1: Letters
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A chipper, sixteen year old, Miley Stewart skipped down the stairs, a smile pasted on her face. She swung around the wall and looked intently at her father, who was at the stove, and the stack of pancakes on the table.
"What's got you all smiley, bud?" a now curious, but smiling, Robby Ray asked his daughter, as he finished off the pancake mix.
"Oh, nothing in particular," she smiled to herself as she headed for the table. She was dressed her best as usual, though anyone could sense how happy she was by looking at her face.
"Is it about that zombie slayer boy?" her father questioned, a little annoyed, but amused, as he took a seat at the breakfast table across from his daughter.
"I did you a favor and got you the mail," came Jackson's voice as the door swung open. He lazily tossed the envelopes onto the kitchen counter. "Nothing interesting there. I just took my Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated from the pile though," he said, as he seated himself at the table, and took Miley's stack of pancakes.
Miley's smile worked into a slight frown. She nearly opened her mouth to talk, as Jackson stuffed his face, but he beat her to it.
"There's somethin' in there for you from that zombie slaying kid," he said, chewing down on the pancake in his mouth.
Miley's eyes immediately lit up, and she looked happier, but a little curious.
The reason she'd come down all happy in the first place was because Jake was supposed to be arriving today from a shooting for a movie in New Zealand. If he'd gotten her a gift, she wondered why he couldn't have just given it to her face to face when they met at the beach later.
Regardless, she took the white envelope, and ran back up to her room.
"So. How's college?" Robby turned to his son.
"The parties are great," Jackson smiled and nodded, stuffing more pancake into his mouth as he drowned the rest on his plate with syrup.
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After shutting the door behind her, Miley nearly tore the letter apart in anticipation. She stuck her index finger under the flap and tore the envelope open. She then reached for the letter to find one not typed, but written in Jake's neat scrawl.
The letter was paper clipped to a Polaroid picture of him, smiling handsomely at the camera.
She couldn't help but smile more. Now she was a little excited about the letter.
"February 5, 2009
Dear Miley,
It's been a long time since I've seen you… and, I'm sorry. It's going to have to stay that way for a while. The filming of the movie has been extended by another month because of some freak thunder storms that were NOT supposed to happen.
Again, it's been a long time. A really long time, since I've seen you, or touched you, or even held your hand.
And Miles, honestly, I don't think I can keep doing this.
I can't keep not seeing you and supposedly 'being' with you. It's been nearly a year now, and it's just not working out. I'm sorry Miles.
I think it'd be best if we were just… friends. This long distance thing has been happening too often lately, and it's getting in the way, and, I really just can't handle this right now.
I'm sorry. My manager calling, got to go.
I'll call you sometime to talk about this.
See you around,
Jake Ryan."
He ended the letter with his large signature, and Miley found herself frozen.
She wondered how he even had the nerve to break up with her over a letter.
Then it hit her that Jake didn't really want her anymore.
He didn't want to see her.
He didn't want to be with her.
He didn't like her back like she liked him anymore.
On top of that, he probably just wanted to start dating other people.
Maybe he already did start dating other people.
A lump formed in her throat, and she fought the urge to cry.
Then she remembered.
He sent her a letter breaking up with her.
A LETTER.
Her teeth gnashed together, and she suddenly wondered why she'd ever gone out with a spineless airhead like Jake Ryan.
She fought the urge to throw something out the window.
The urge won, and she tore up his letter, and his picture, and threw it out the window with a loud, frustrated, scream.
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The blonde pat at her friend's back reassuringly, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"It'll be alright, Miley," Lilly said, and Miley only sneered.
"It's fine. He's just a spineless jerk who had the nerve to break up with me over a letter. I'm glad we're through," she said, almost meaning it, even when she was still a little hurt and disappointed inside. She couldn't will herself to cry though. She wasn't one of those girls.
"That's the spirit," Lilly smiled, as they stood from the couch.
Jackson had left to go with Robby to "get a new battery for his car" though it was mostly in order to escape Miley ever since they heard her scream. So the house had been nearly empty when Lilly came.
"Anyways, you wanna check out the new boardwalk? The stores and stuff just opened yesterday," the blonde suggested, and her friend nodded.
"Sure. Do you think they sell murder weapons or some sort of toxic gas that can be placed in a box and sent to New Zealand?" Miley asked rather casually, as they made their way out of the house.
"For the former… why spend money on a murder weapon when you can just use a big textbook, or a steak knife? And the latter… that's what Oliver is for," Lilly replied.
Both quivered as they shut the door behind them.
The way to the boardwalk wasn't long, and was quite enjoyable since it had been a nice, sunny day. There was a slight breeze, which was the coldest weather they in Malibu would ever get in the winter.
As they walked along, Miley's face went from smiling and slightly cheerful to sneering and slightly murderous.
"Um… Miley, what's wrong?" Lilly asked, looking at her friend who had been looking around.
"Look at them… all so happy and together," she grumbled, and the blonde looked around to see just what Miley was talking about.
The beach was swarmed with couples holding hands, and playing in the water, and picnicking under large umbrellas.
"Oh. Well, it is almost Valentines Day," Lilly reminded her, and Miley shrugged.
"I know! And Jake had the nerve to break up with me about a week before Valentines Day!" Miley threw her hands up, and Lilly sighed – but then smiled.
"What can I say, Miley? He's got nerve," she laughed at her own joke, only to have her friend staring at her with murderous eyes, and disbelief. The laughing died down to a fake cough, as they finally reached the boardwalk.
"Yeah. That one killed me," Miley replied with a monotone voice.
"Oh, Miley, come on, cheer up. I'm sure you'll find a Valentine by then," Lilly said, as they entered a store.
"Yeah right. I'm a mess. Everyone thought I was so in love with Jake that no one will even want to talk to me – especially when word spreads that he dumped me," Miley said with a slight frown.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Word doesn't spread around that fast," Lilly let out. She turned, and began to leaf through a rack of clothes, when a loud whisper was heard.
"Hey, isn't that the girl that Jake Ryan dumped?" two freshman from their school whispered from a rack about six feet away. One was pointing right past Lilly. "He was supposed to be coming back today, but I heard he wanted to stay away from her, so he stayed back in New Zealand to do just that."
The blonde turned to find Miley looking at her through narrow, half lidded, eyes, sarcasm and murder written all over her face.
"Um, let's go to another store, okay?" Lilly grabbed Miley by the wrist, dragging her out of the store.
They walked further down the boardwalk, passing all sorts of shops.
"Small… boring… I wouldn't shop there… no… who dedicates a whole shop to hair razors?" Lilly muttered on, as they passed a bunch of shops.
Miley paid more attention to the couples walking along, staring into each other's eyes lovingly, than the store names and whatnot.
"Ooo! That looks interesting," Lilly stopped abruptly, so that Miley bumped into her.
"What does?" Miley said grumpily, and Lilly pointed at a small shop with a glass display draped over with purple velvet from the inside. Nothing could be seen from the outside, except for the curtains, and even the glass door was covered by the purple velvet. Even with the mysterious charm the shop set, there was a tacky 'Open' sign hanging over the door.
"Madame Shoshanna's Magic Shop," Lilly read the title of the store. "Magical entities, fortune telling, palm readings."
"Oh, come on Lilly. You know that all of that is a bunch of crap. None of it's real," Miley reminded her friend, as she laughed and Lilly laughed along too. "Besides, if the shop was anything sincerely mystical, why is the title so 'blah'?"
"Hey, you could use a laugh, right? Come on, let's get our fortunes told, and our hands read!" the blonde said, grabbing Miley by the wrist, pulling her along.
The brunette groaned as the door opened and the door chimes sounded.
With a sway, the door shut, and they were in a dimly lit shop that looked much like a store you'd find in Harry Potter's 'Diagon Alley'.
The shop was rather small, since it was crowded by all the displays in the way, and there was a large counter a few feet away from the door. Behind that was another purple velvet curtain, not parted.
"Lilly, this place is kinda creepy. Can we leave? Please?" Miley asked, squeezing at her friend's wrist when she saw a jar on one of the shelves with something floating in it.
"Oh, shut up. It's only for show, remember?" the blonde reminded her.
"Who goes there?!" a loud, serious, strict woman's voice thundered from behind the curtain.
Lilly giggled as Miley jumped. The brunette sneered at her friend, and crossed her arms.
They heard the clacking of shoes, and both expected quite a show from the theatrical way the voice had called on them.
But, both stopped laughing once they saw a bloodstained, gloved, hand beginning to part the curtains…
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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Dun, dun, duuun. Hope you enjoyed that first chapter. Leave a review on your way out if you can.