AN: This is just a quick little one shot that I came up with while watching TV and working on my computer. I hope that everyone enjoys this little story as much as I did writing/typing it. If you read my last story Rain, that was only supposed to be a one shot, but I kept typing and it finished as a short story. Same situation here.Well, enjoy.
Chapter One: The Drunken Confession
Miley Stewart was a famous pop star, and at the same time, she was a teenager with a normal life. Whoa, wait a minute. How was that at all possible? Well, she was a pop star under the guiseHannah Montana. Hannah Montana, was just Miley Stewart in a blonde wig. What got him was that almost everyone was fooled that they were two different people. It really was a life that she kind of enjoyed, and it was a curse. She had to be careful about not revealing her secret to anyone that was not a really close friend, or family. Also, what really got her sometimes was that she was not able to check out, and just have a good enough time to unwind and de-stress after a performance.
There's something else. See, Miley was only about 17 at this time, and when she had to travel out of town for a performance, she usually had her manager, who also was her father, Robby Ray, with her when she went. Of course, now we are in the present, and Robby Ray had some business that he had to attend to back in Malibu. That would mean he could not travel with Miley on her summertime trip to Miami.
Of course, knowing Miley, she had a plan up her sleeve. The only question that was on her mind, she really wondered if he would go for it...
Robby Ray sat there on his couch in his Malibu home, listening to his daughter pled with him to let her go to Miami on this trip. She made an attempt to explain about the fact that she was old enough to go on her own, but he was standing firm. She was not going, not alone at least.
Then, Miley got an idea, something that would both satisfy both of them.
"What if I got someone to go with me?" Miley asked him.
"Sure. Only if it is someone that I trust fully." Robby Ray said. Then Miley began to think about who was able enough to go with her. Miley mentally ran down the list of people that can satisfy her father.
"What about Michael?" Miley asked her father. Michael Harris, the youngest of three children, was the friend that lived across the street with his brother, Charles. Charles and Robby Ray were friends, and Robby Ray even helped Charles buy the house across the street. Ever since Michael and Miley have been friends, she felt something strange for him. Whatever it was, she had no idea what it was, but something was there.
Robby Ray stood there, thinking about that for a moment, then he looked at her with a smile on his face.
"Okay, but you have to make sure that he will do it." Robby Ray said.
Miley squealed with joy, and went across the street, where her friend lived with his two siblings.
Miley approached Michael's front door, and knocked loudly. She knew that while Charles was out at the moment, Melody and Michael was there. Miley waited for a few moments, and Melody answered the door.
"Yeah? What's up?" Melody asked her with a smile on her face.
"Hey, is Michael in? I need to ask him something important." Miley said.
"Sure. He's in his room upstairs." Melody said, pointing the way up the flight of steps right next to her.
"Thanks." Miley said. She walked past Melody, and up the steps, and saw Michael's door, plastered with a St. Louis Cardinals logo. She knocked once, and Michael answered.
"Hey there, what brings you my way?" Michael asked her.
"Can I come in? I need to ask you something." Miley said.
Michael nodded, and moved aside, and let her in. Michael sat on his bed, while Miley sat at his computer desk.
"Listen. There is a concert down in Miami in a few days." Miley began. "Dad can't go, and he won't let me go unless someone he trusts goes with me."
"Let me guess. I am that someone that he trusts." Michael said. "You can't go unless I go with you, right?"
"Yeah. Will you do it?" Miley asked him, giving him a smile that he cannot say no to.
Michael looked away from Miley's expression for a few moments, giving himself some time to think, and then he turned back to his friend.
"Fine." Michael said after a few seconds.
"Thank you so much!" Miley squealed, giving him a tight hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Miley quickly told him all of the information that he needed to know, and quickly left to get ready.
For some reason, Michael could not help but to watch her leave. Just what was wrong with him, no one knows.
Well, after a few days of getting packed, and ready for the trip down to Miami, Michael and Miley found themselves on a plane heading down to Florida. Miley was glad that she was able to go, and she kind of was glad that her dad was not with her. She had an opportunity to hang around, and let loose a little bit with Michael here. With Michael here with her, she would be able to do some of the things that she would not be able to do with her dad here with her.
Michael himself needed to decompress. When he wasn't working, doing various things around the house, he was traveling with Miley, making sure things wouldn't happen to her. He didn't mind heading out to do things with Miley, but Miley herself couldn't help but to think that there is something that might be bothering her friend, or something that Michael himself isn't telling her.
This was nothing new to Michael. He had been to some performances, or in this situation, practices with Miley, and he has gotten used to being there at the studio, while Miley did her thing. He stood far off with some other production crew members, and just watched Miley do what she normally did, practice and performed. He was there, having a good time like he regularly did.
Miley took notice to how he was staring at her, and while she was practicing, she noticed the looks he was giving her. Whenever she would look at him, he would snap his head in another direction, trying to hide his gaze.
Miley wondered if there was something wrong, but she just shrugged it off. Maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her or something.
After Miley's practice, some members of her crew in Miami told her about a party that was going on that evening. Miley wanted to go, and she begged Michael to go. He knew that if she went to this party, he would have to go as well. Michael begrudgingly agreed, and went along with her. He was her guardian, after all, so he kind of had to go.
While at the house party, Michael carefully kept an eye on Miley, but he was careful as to not let Miley know what he was really doing. He also had to keep a certain green eye monster to himself as he saw a few guys flirting with her. It took all of his restraint to himself not to go over there, and bust some heads, as his older brother taught him to do. He just began to drink some of the punch that was placed out. He was so beside himself, that he did not notice the off taste of the fruity drink.
Miley was kind of getting tired of the little get together that they were at. Miley was ready to go, and was looking around for her friend. As she waded through the crowd of teens at the party, she saw Michael, sitting in the corner of the room, long blonde hair all over his face.
"Mike? Let's go." Miley said, shaking him lightly.
When he looked up at her, he had a glazed look in his eyes.
"Hey, beautiful. What's up?" Michael said, in a stupid way.
"Michael? What's wrong?" Miley asked. He tried to stand up on his own, but had to lean on Miley before he fell flat on his face.
Great, he's drunk. Miley thought. "Come on, big guy. Let's get out of here."
Miley slung one of Michael's arms over her shoulder, and helped him to the car that they drove here in.
If it wasn't obvious that Michael was drunk before, it became all the more obvious that he was off while they were driving back to their hotel. Michael went on and on about everything that he could possibly think of. Miley nodded and agreed when she could. She had to concentrate on driving.
She was relieved when they finally arrived at their hotel, and then came the harder task of taking him into his room. Lucky for her, it wasn't a long way. Miley helped him out of the car, and helped him into his room. Miley slowly opened the door, and helped him inside. She sat him on the bed, and his line of sight was aimed directly at the floor.
"Well, you seem fine, so I am going to go." Miley said turning towards his room door.
Before Miley could get very far, Michael reached out, and grabbed her by the wrist.
"No wait! Sit here and talk to me." Michael slurred. Michael, being a little on the strong side, dragged her to sit next to him on the bed.
"Miley, you are really pretty..." Michael sighed, messing her hair a little bit. She ducked out of the way, and chuckled under her breath.
"You are way to good for Jake." Michael slurred again. "What I don't get is why you never gave me a chance..."
"Well, we are good as friends, and I don't want to ruin it..." Miley said. Then she remembered that Michael was kind of out of it while he was saying these things.
"You love Jake, and not me! It's not fair!" Michael said, suddenly bursting out into tears. Miley jumped at his outburst, and held him close, rubbing his back, and trying to calm him down.
"Calm down, Michael. It's alright." Miley whispered.
"I can't help it! I love you, and you are with someone else!" Michael choked out.
"I love you, too." Miley said. Michael looked up at her, and smiled with tears in his eyes.
"Really?" He asked her.
"Really." Miley said.
Michael wiped the tears from his eyes, and smiled even stronger after hearing those words. Michael pulled Miley onto his lap, and kissed her on the lips.
Miley knew what they were doing was wrong, but with him in this drunken state, at least there was an excuse for this.
"I love you..." Michael said, in a song like way. Before Miley could respond to that, Michael fell backwards, and fell asleep.
Miley stood up, and stared at him. As Michael was snoring away, she couldn't help but to laugh at the scene before her. After everything that just happened and what he told her, he could fall asleep as if nothing was new, or as if this was just another day in the neighborhood.
As Miley began to tuck him into the bed, her mind could not help but to wander. Michael just confessed to being in love with her, and loving her for quite a while. The thing was, it was a drunken confession that he made. How was she going to see if this was true? She knew that she had to ask someone close to him if this was true.
She turned to leave, but she figured that she couldn't leave him in his room alone. Sighing, she took the top sheet off of the bed, and went over to the table and chair in the room. She wrapped the comforter around herself, and sat in the chair, staring at Michael's sleeping form. She let a smile cross her face as she fell asleep...
AN: Well, as I was finishing this "one shot", it became obvious that there was going to be more to this than originally thought of. More is to come, so be on the lookout for it.