Note: So I've never done a Hannah Montana fic before, but I gave it a shot. Tell me if I should add another chapter.

I would appreciate reviews!

"You're in my light," Miley Stewart squinted her blue green eyes to get a better look at her attacker.

"Sorry," Lilly Truscott, Miley's best friend, stopped blocking the UV rays and stretched out on the lounge chair next to Miley. "Ahh," she sighed as the sunlight soaked through her already tanned skin. Lilly slipped on her oversize Oliver Peoples sunglasses. "I love Spring Break,"

"I love college," Miley bit her heavily glossed bottom lip. "Spring Break doesn't matter if you're not in college,"

Lilly pinched the shoulder strap of her Trina Turk navy banana leaf print bikini and slid it slightly down her bronzed shoulder to avoid tan lines. "I feel like a Virgin Colada,"

"You're 21 now, Lilz," Miley smirked. "You can have a Pina Colada now,"

She tied her brown waves up with a scrunchie. Spring Break was extremely refreshing, especially when it was a break from her semester at USC. That and her part time job at Gentle Hands Spa. Her night job as Hannah Montana: terminated. Hannah Montana had disintegrated after retiring, and the only time Miley put on the platinum blonde wig anymore was for those lame E! News "Where Are They Now?" shows. And thank God she was gone. Hannah Montana had taken over Miley's life, caused her to become even more insecure, and what's more: totally ruin her relationship with her brother, Jackson.

But Miley was glad that she could now enjoy her time at Kupulau Day Spa and Resort. She would be too busy sipping on Blue Hawaiis on the sandy beach and getting elegant spa treatments to notice the huge gap in her career. Besides, when you have a luxurious oceanfront view from luxurious studio-style villa you're sharing with your very best friend, landscaped pools, tennis courts, and beautiful green golf courses, how could you even think about work?

Lilly giggled, running her pink tongue over her slightly chapped lips. "Do you have my MAC gloss?"

"No," Miley quickly chewed off the incriminating gloss on her bottom lip, pretending it wasn't Lilly's. Lilly groaned.

"Great, Miles," Lilly fluttered her gold-dusted eyelids shut. "Now I can't use it."

"Oh, come on," Miley groaned as her light was blocked again. This time the offender was Zane Gregory, one of the guys from USC, who had chosen to also spend his vacation at Kupulau Resort, probably because Lily was there.

"Hey, Miley." Zane's smile widened as he glanced at Lilly. "Hi, Lilly."

Lilly's cheeks blushed pink and she pinched her cotton Diane von Furstenberg and threw it over her limber legs. "Hi, Zane,"

Miley smirked knowingly and sat up on her elbows. "Zane, did you know Lilly's single?"

"Miley," Lilly whispered through her newly-whitened teeth. "Stop,"

"Oh, please, Lilly," Miley shook her head. "Hey, Zane, isn't there a party on the beach tonight?"

"Um, yeah, I think," Zane reached down to scratch his tanned leg. "You—you wanna go with me, Lilly?"

"Uh, sure?" Lilly beamed. Zane nodded.

"Cool. I guess I'll see you there,"

As soon as Zane walked off, a scowl replaced the lovesick smile on Lilly's face. She reached over and snapped the strap of Miley's bikini top.

"Ow!" Miley giggled, reaching over to the glass table next to her. "Pina Colada?"

"No!" Lilly cried indignantly. "I don't want a Pina Colada, Miley! And you want to know why? Because you set me up with Zane and now I look like I can't speak for myself!"

Miley's triumphant smile faded. "Well, sorry,"

"Well, sorry's not going to make—oh my God." Lilly pointed a slender, manicured finger towards the beach's precipice.

"What are you—" Miley gasped. There he was. Standing on the rocky precipice, his long, blond locks in front of his shaggy face. His blue eyes glinted in the Hawaiian sunshine. He caught sight of Miley and his smirk widened.

It was him.

Jake Ryan.

***

"I cannot believe he's here," Miley groaned, lounging in her chair at Banana Leaves restaurant. Her orange paisley halter dress swept the floor as she crossed one moisturized leg over the other.

Lilly shrugged. "Miley, I don't know what to tell you, I mean, we can't get rid of him,"

Miley picked at her turkey BLT and sighed. "Is it me or has he gotten more adorable?"

Miley longingly glanced around the restaurant at her ex, who sat sharing a passion fruit martini with his overly tanned girlfriend.

"I'm so jealous," Miley whined. "And it's not okay."

"I would be jealous, too," Lilly stabbed a piece of fried plantain with her fork. "I mean, seriously, did you guys break up when you were in high school, though?"

"Yes," Miley rolled her eyes. "We did. But, I mean, there was still that spark between us you know. Playful banter every once in a while. Shameless flirting, you know."

"But," Lilly waved her fork at her best friend, "how do even know that's his girlfriend?"

"I just know!" Miley leaned forward in her chair and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. "Look at the way she's draped across him, giggling. In that dress obviously from T.J. Maxx—"

"Gosh, Miles," Lilly's blond brows furrowed. "When did you get so mean?"

"When I saw her. "

Miley stared in envy as the girl threw back her head, laughed and then patted Jake's arm. Almost possessively, Miley thought bitterly.

"I mean," The ex-popstar's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "What does she have that I don't have,"

"Jake," Lilly blurted, giggling. She received a prompt smack on her arm.

"Hey!" Lilly rubbed the growing red mark on her bronzed arm. "That hurt,"

"Good," Miley snapped in reply. She sighed and turned back to where Jake was sitting with Little Miss I'm-So-Cute. "I want him to notice me so bad,"

"Oh, I'll do it," Lilly turned around in her chair, half facing towards Jake and laughed super loud. "Oh, gosh, Miley, you are so funny, Miley, I'm so glad I came to this restaurant with you, Miley!"

Jake's head turned and his mouth opened slightly. To Miley's pure delight, he apologized quickly to the girl and made his way over to the table.

"Lilly!" Miley death-whispered. "Could you be any more obvious?"

"Yeah, I could be actually," Lilly frowned slightly as she picked a stray thread from her white denim shorts. "Would you like me to give it a go?"

Not focusing on Lilly's sarcasm any longer, Miley quickly ran her hand through her hair, speed checked the stainless steel napkin dispenser for pimples on her face, and plastered her best "OMG, I cannot believe it's you" expression on her face. She whipped off her sunglasses for added effect.

She crinkled her eyebrows slightly. "Jake?" Miley cried in faux surprise.

"Miley?" Jake asked incredulously. "You look so different!"

Miley's smile faltered. Different as in bad different or different as in wow-you-look-smokin' different?

"Well, you too," Miley replied, meaning it as both an insult and a compliment. Whichever one Jake chose.

Lilly, noticing that she wasn't going to be included in the conversation anytime soon, stood and apologized to the table.

"Sorry, guys, I have to go…" Lilly turned to Miley and raised her eyebrows in a you-better-tell-me-everything-later manner and walked off.

After a couple of minutes of catching up, Jake said goodbye and walked back over to the girl, leaving Miley's mouth wide in disbelief. Five minutes of catching up and he just waves and says goodbye?

Infuriated, Miley tossed some bills on the table and stormed out of the restaurant, narrowly missing one of the palm trees near the entrance.

She had to get Jake back. But she couldn't do it.

Only one other girl could.

Hannah Montana.