A/N: Just a new idea... enjoy. :D
Summary: Miley meets a new boy named Jake Ryan and she starts to realize shes developing feelings for him. What would happen when he constantly breaks her heart and dates random girls including Lilly? Will her love for him ever stop? ((Written by AlwaysxAddicted, Thank you again!!!))
Dedication: Goes to AlwaysxAddicted for help with the title, helping me with the mini-summary, and reading over the story for me!!! Thank you Maricel!!! I love you!!! haha.
Disclaimer: Nope, not yet...
Love Always Finds A Way
Chapter One
Welcome To The Neighborhood
Blue car, going left… red car going left… black truck going right… silver minivan going left… moving van pulling into the house next door… another red car going-wait moving van pulling into the house next door?!
I opened my closet window, which I was looking through because of my boredom, all the way, and stuck my head out to get a better look at what was going on at the big white house next door to my house.
I strained my neck in an uncomfortable way to see over the hedges into the neighbor's front yard; a man and a woman got out of the moving van and walked to the back of the van and opened the door where I got a glimpse of a ton of boxes stacked before I nearly fell out of my window, "Ahhh!"
"You alright darlin'?" I heard my dad call from the first floor of our second story, beach house in Malibu, California.
I caught my balance and my breath and yelled back to my dad that I was fine, then went back looking, not spying, but looking at the possible new neighbors. The man was tall with short, dirty blond hair and the woman tall, but not as tall as the man, but with light, almost silver, blond hair about waist high. I couldn't get a good look at their faces because they were so far away, but they both seemed attractive and young, maybe early thirties?
I watched as they began to unpack some of the boxes, then the man stopped and said something to the woman who nodded her head and walked to the cab of the van and opened the door and looked like she was talking to someone or something.
I looked back over at the man who was trying to safely unload a black couch from the back of the van and seemed to be having a hard time carrying it by himself. I saw the woman half walking half running to help her husband or boyfriend or whatever.
But the next thing that caught my eye was a smaller blond boy climbing slowly out of the cab door where the woman had just been. I couldn't get a good look at him, but from what I could see he had shaggy blond hair and very broad shoulders like his father.
I watched as the boy who looked around my age; rubbed his eyes and went over to help his father and mother with the couch they were trying to carefully put on the ground.
The boy seemed to be speaking to his mother about something, but I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying because there was a strong wind blowing and the ocean's waves were crashing onto the rocks nearby.
I watched as the new family got all their belongs out of the moving truck and started to bring everything inside. There was a loud rumble from the sky and I realized how dark the sky had become since I started watching the new family. It seemed as though it was going to start raining in about five minutes and unless the new family had some extra hands lying around, some of their stuff was going to get wet and possibly ruined.
Maybe I should get dad and Jackson to help them? No, that would be embarrassing.
Another loud rumble could be heard. Okay, maybe I should go tell dad that the new family needs some help with the rest of their stuff.
I quickly shut my closet window because I didn't want any rain ruining my designer clothes for my Hannah events and ran out of my closet and down the stairs of my two story, seaside house, to find my dad and Jackson playing a car racing game and running over old ladies. Men…
"Daddy," I said walking over to sit on the arm of the couch next to him.
"Yeah bud?" he said not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Uh… did you see the new family that moved in next door?"
"Yeah, so what, Miles?" Jackson answered, also not removing his eyes from the screen where he had just hit an old woman with a walker.
"Well, uh… it looks like it's about to rain and they still don't have everything unpacked… so I was thinking-or uh… thought it would be a nice err-welcome to the neighborhood gesture, to maybe help them so they didn't ruin all their… stuff…" I said quietly.
"There's a boy, isn't there?" Jackson smirked as he put a pause on the race.
"What? No! I just-"
"'Thought it would be a nice err-welcome to the neighbor hood gesture'?" Jackson mocked.
"Yes." I stated, trying not to blush.
Jackson laughed as dad stood up, "You know Jackson? Miley's right; we should go over an lend a hand to our new neighbors."
"B-but… dad it's going to rain!" he whined, but stood up anyway, and follow dad over to the front door to put his jacket on, "You comin' Miles?"
I realized I hadn't moved off the couch, "Oh… uh… yeah, sure." I stood up and grabbed my white hoodie that was lying on the piano bench from where I had been practicing earlier this afternoon.
"Alright, let's go give our new neighbors, a 'welcome to the neighbor hood gesture'." Dad chuckled.
"Daddy!" I said as I pushed him out the door.
We walked across our front lawn and got to the border of the new family's property line, but before we walked around the hedges, dad stopped and asked me if I knew the names of the new family, I told him I didn't and he nodded his head and continued to walk with Jackson and I behind him.
As we walked up the front yard the older man looked up from where he was trying to pick up a large box by himself, "Well howdy neighbor." Dad's southern accent always came through when he was greeting someone, "We're," he pushed Jackson and I in front of him, "The Stewarts. We live next door." He point over his shoulder towards our house, "This is Miley," he gestured to me, "Jackson, and I'm Robby Ray."
The tall blond man walked over, "Hi, I'm Leslie, but everyone calls me by my middle name Jacob, Ryan. My wife and son are inside trying to organize some of our boxes so we can actually fit inside the doorway." He chuckled lightly, he held out his hand to dad and dad shook it, the offered a hand shake to Jackson, who seem to think it was a manly gesture and squeezed Mr. Ryan's hand, "Well you have a strong grip, don't ya lad?" Jackson smirk at this. Mr. Ryan then turned to me, and held out his hand which I shook gently, "Miley, what a pretty name." He seemed nice, not like some creepy neighbor from the movies that are murders and are keeping bodies in their basement.
"Thank you sir." I smiled sweetly.
Mr. Ryan then turned his attention back to dad who asked him if he needed help with unpacking, "Oh I couldn't ask that of you-" but dad cut him off mid-sentence.
"Nonsense, my daughter noticed you from her bedroom window and saw that you needed some help before the rain came, so she suggested that we come over and help out; it's what good neighbors do." Dad smiled down at me.
"Mr. Stew-"
"Robby or Robby Ray, please." Mr. Ryan nodded.
"Robby, I couldn't-" but another loud roar of thunder reverberated throughout the darkened sky, "Okay, we could use the help. Thank-"
Dad held up a hand to stop him, "No need. Now let's start moving some of these boxes inside before they get ruined by the rain." Mr. Ryan agreed and signaled for dad and Jackson to follow him.
I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to do so I just stood there, until Mr. Ryan realized that he hadn't told me to do anything, "Miley, uh… do you mind going inside and helping my wife, Katherine and send my son who is I think around your age, out here, his name is Jacob too, but just call him Jake, or he gets mad." I nodded my head not wanting to get on the bad side of my new neighbor's son.
I walked inside and found the silvery, blond hair woman, who I'm guessing is Katherine, moving some boxes around her new house, I didn't want to startle her, but I figured because she was going to be like, "Uh who are you?" once she turned around, that I should just say something.
"Um," Katherine turned around looking confused at seeing some random kid in her new house, "Hi, uh… your husband-" I began, but Mr. Ryan's voice cut mine off.
"Kat, this is Miley Stewart, from next door. Her and her father and brother are going to help us get the rest of our stuff inside before the rain." He set down the big brown box he was carrying at his feet.
"Oh okay." Mrs. Ryan smiled at her husband and then at me, "Hi, I'm Katherine Ryan. Your name was Miley?" I nodded my head, "What a pretty name… Jacob, if we have another child and it is a girl we are naming it Miley." I blushed.
"Alright dear." Mr. Ryan smiled, "Now uh… where's Jake? I'm going to have him help us outside and leave you and Miley in here to move stuff around. If that's okay…?"
I nodded my head again, and Mrs. Ryan said that it was fine, and that she would grab there son, Jake, from the other room. Mr. Ryan walked back out the front door when I heard Mrs. Ryan calling for her son.
There was some loud foots heard from the stairs behind us, "Yeah m—who is this?" as I turned around there was the boy I had seen from the window in my closet; his shoulders were even broader than I thought and his sea-green eyes seem to be studying me intently. He was cute, very cute.
Thank god Mrs. Ryan answered for me, because I felt as though someone or something had just cut out my vocal cords, "Oh Jake, this is Miley Stewart, she lives next door." He was about five inches taller then me I noticed as he walked closer, "Her father and brother are helping your dad with the rest of the boxes. Why don't you go out and help them to and Miley can take your job and help me in here?" The new boy nodded his head and walked out the front door from where I had just come in moments ago. "Okay then, now… Miley you see that brown box?" I looked to where she was pointing ad there were like ten of identical ones, oh she makes this so easy…
"Uh… which one?" I asked bluntly.
Mrs. Ryan giggled, "Oh I'm sorry dear, they are sort of hard to tell apart, huh?" no, they are way easy; that is why I didn't know which one you were talking about… "Well I meant the one closest to the lamp, does that help you out?" She said, not looking up from the box she was investigating through.
I noticed the lamp over by the window and saw a small brown box sitting next to it, "This one?"
Mrs. Ryan glanced up and smiled, "Yup," I sighed and picked up the small box and brought it over to her, "Just set it here, sweetheart." Okay, I'm not five, but she did seem nice…
I set box next to the one she was examining and stood there quietly until she had me bring over some more boxes, "Mrs. Ryan I-" but there was a loud clap of thunder over head and the four men all ran inside carrying the last of the boxes.
"Phew…" dad sighed and he set the three boxes he was carrying down, "Got in right before the storm."
"Thank you so much for the help, Robby." Mr. Ryan stuck out his hand which dad shook again, " Jackson," Jackson looked up excited, "Thanks for the muscles son." Jackson shook his hand. "And thanks Miley for helping Katherine out." I just nodded my head and walked over next to Jackson.
"It's what good neighbors do." Dad smiled, "Well kids, let's head out-"
"No, no, please stay for dinner; it will only take a second to set up the kitchen. Please stay." Mrs. Ryan encouraged.
"Yes, please. It is the least we can do." Mr. Ryan said gesturing to the boxes which we had helped bring into their new house.
"Well I already have some food on the stove…" the Ryan's family's faces dropped, "But I always make a lot extra, so why don't y'all come over to our place and-"
"Oh we couldn't, you just helped us, and we owe you-" but dad cut Mr. Ryan off.
"Nonsense," dad held up his hand in protest, "It would save you sometime, and there's always extra. So please, join us."
The Ryan's looked like they were going to protest, but gave in, "Thank you, Robby Ray." Dad and Mr. Ryan shook hands again; what's it with men and shaking hands? Does it mean you are manly or something? Oh well.
We left the Ryan's new house and ran over to our house, "Phew doggie, that rain is coming down hard!" dad exclaimed, once everyone was inside and out of the rain.
"Thanks again for the help or I think we would have had some of our belongs damaged by the rain."
"Again, it is what neighbor and friends do." Dad smiled and walked into the kitchen.
"Your house is very nice, sir." I realized it was the son, Jake who had spoken.
"Well thank you, son." Dad said from where he was taking the chicken out of the oven, "Miley, why don't you show the Ryan's were the bathroom is so they can wash up for dinner."
"Okay, daddy." I started walking down the hallway with the Ryan's family in my wake, and showed the bathroom, then walked up to my room to get changed out of my wet hoodie and change into a jean skirt.
As I walked back down the stairs, I met the new blond boy, Jake. I tried to hide before he saw me, but that didn't go so well, "What are you doing?" he asked me because I was sort of trying to hide behind the banister of our staircase.
I stood up with a hot feeling around my face, "Uh… nothing." I straighten up my skirt, and we stood there for about a minute in awkward silence.
"Okay then," Jake said breaking the silence, "Uh-"
"Why don't we go down and see if my dad needs some help for dinner?" I asked quickly, this boy was making me nervous, and I've only known him for less then an hour.
"Sure." Jake smiled, and gestured for me to walk in front of him.
When we got back into the living room, Jackson had set the table, and dad was putting a last minute touches on the chicken while talking to Mr. Ryan about, something. I realized Mrs. Ryan wasn't in the room, so I guessed that she was still in the bathroom.
I walked over and sat down on the couches arm again. Jake stood about ten feet away from me looking awkward, "Uh…" he looked over at me, "Y-you know you can sit down… that's uh… if you'd like to." I stuttered. Why am I so nervous suddenly?
"Err-okay." he walked over on to the couch and sat down about three feet away from me and started playing with his hands. He seemed nervous, it was oddly cute.
I watched him for a moment, and when I was about to ask him how old he was, dad said it was time for dinner.
"This looks amazing, Robby." Mrs. Ryan said from over my shoulder, which made me jump, I hadn't realized she had entered back into the room.
"Why thank you, Katherine." Is everyone on a first name basis?
Everyone took their seats, and guess who I was sitting next to on Mrs. Ryan's request. Jake. Great, now anyone asks me something, I'm going to be like stuttering though my whole explanation.
"So Miley," why me? "You go to Seaview Middle School, right?"
"Y-yes," I should find a way to get out of the dinner; say my stomach hurts or something…
"What a coincidence; so does Jake!" She said happily.
"R-really?" please be joking…
"Yes, he's going into 7th grade," I glanced over at Jake, he seemed to be blushing, "What about you?"
"I—uh… seventh." I said quietly.
"Wonderful! Now you and Jake can be buddies, of the first day of school!" I felt the room heat up again.
"Mom!" Jake said from next to me and accidentally rubbing his elbow against my arm, I quickly pulled it away, and I looked up, and saw Jackson giving me a "Haha, sucks to be you" look. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked back at my food as Mrs. Ryan continued to talk about school stuff and Jake trying to get her to stop talking.
After a very awkward dinner, well awkward for Jake and I, Everyone was seated in the living room talking, "So the reason we moved to Malibu was because Jake got a starring role in a new television show, Zombie High, he's playing the Zombie Slayer." I took a quick glance at Jake who was blushing again; he was so cute when he blushes…
"Really, Jake?" dad asked and Jake just nodded his head, his blush not leaving his cheeks, "That's very interesting; we'll make sure to watch it when it airs." Dad said kindly.
"T-thank you, sir." Poor kid everyone is talking about him… dad seemed to have realized that this conversation was sort of making Jake awkward, "Hey Miles, why don't you take Jake upstairs?" he did not just say that.
"Uh… why?" I said, not trying to sound mean.
"I don't know, so you guys can get to know each other, and this way I can talk to Mr. and Mrs. Ryan about adult… stuff." Dad smiled; oh I'm going to get him for this…
I stood up and gestured for Jake to follow me, and he jumped up and quickly followed me out of the room, "I owe your dad for that."
"Oh… uh-okay?" I said as we walked up the stairs and walked into my room.
When we walked into my room, I realized my closet door was opened from where I had been watching, not spying, but watching the Ryan's unload their stuff. I quickly walked over and shut the door that hid the door to my Hannah closet.
"So uh…" Jake started.
I walked over to my bed and sat down at the foot of it, "So what?" I asked trying not to meet his gaze.
"I don't know…" he said as he walked over and sat next to me. oh god, now I'm going to start blushing and stuttering again.
"So uh-"
If we were a movie
Save by the bell… well cell phone… whatever.
You'd be the right guy
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw Lily was calling, I sighed, "Excuse me." I said kindly to Jake, "Hello?" I answer my cell.
"Hey Miles!!!" someone's on a sugar rush.
"Whoa, Lily. What's up?"
"Nothing really, just really, really hyper!!! Weeeeee!!!" Lily yelled into the phone.
"Lily! This is the time where we us our inside voices!" I yelled back into the phone.
"Sorry, Miles. So what's up with you?" she was a little quieter now.
I looked over at Jake who was staring at me intently, "Uh… we have company over-"
"Oh! Okay, call me later. Sorry, bye Miley!" Lily said as she hung up the phone. Great alone with Jake again…
"Sorry about that, my friend's a little-" but Mrs. Ryan's voice cut over mine from downstairs saying that they were leaving.
"Alright mom." Jake yelled back down the stairs, "Thanks for uh…" I held up my hand.
"It was nice to meet you, Jake." No stuttering? Good.
He held out his hand and I took it and once I did, I felt a strange electric zap throughout my body as our hands touched, "Same to you… Miley." He smiled, he was so cute!
I smiled, and lead him down the stairs to his parents and my dad.
"Well it was nice meeting y'all." Dad beamed.
"Same. Thanks again. So you're all coming over tomorrow for dinner?" Mrs. Ryan asked as she took her coat from Jackson.
"It depends on what your making." Dad stepped on Jackson's foot, "OW! I mean—of course, thank you." Jackson started hopping on one foot.
"Of course, we'll see you tomorrow." My dad waved.
"Goodnight." Mr. and Mrs. Ryan said in unison.
"Night y'all."
I was about to turn around when I heard Jake say, "Goodnight Miley."
I blushed as I said goodnight back to Jake then watched as the Ryan's family ran across our yard and into theirs to try and avoid the rain as best that they could.
"Nice family." Dad said, but I didn't really pay attention to what he said next because I was to busy thinking about tomorrow when we go to their house for dinner and I get to see Jake again.
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