CHAPTER ONE

August 24th, 2005

"Miles, check your e-mail." I told my girlfriend by way of greeting when she answered her phone halfway through the first ring. We'd only been apart for a week, but it felt like so much longer. I love Miley, I really do, and if what I feel isn't love then I'm terrified of what I will feel when I do fall in love.

"Hello to you too, Joseph." Miley teased and I knew she was rolling her eyes, but I also heard the tapping that meant she was logging on to her e-mail. I'd sent her an e-mail in the very same minute I dialled her number. "Attachment downloading." Miley hummed a second and then I heard her gasp. "Sweet niblets, Joseph!" I grinned to myself. "You recorded. You're a recording artist. You have a single... And a record label." She squeeled a little and I chuckled, we just just found out ten minutes ago that me, Jason - my soon to be step-brother - and Nate - my cousin who bullied me for over ten years - were officially signed to a record label. We had our first recorded song, and they signed us on for at least a whole album.

"They want another couple of songs for an EP to come out for Christmas. I wanted to tell you first." Well, really I only wanted to tell Miley, I didn't care who else knew, just as long as I got to tell Miley.

"That's awesome." Miley gushed and I knew she was grinning in a cute 'I told you so' way. She always said I was going to make it. "You're gonna do so amazing, Baby."

"Nate and Jason even said I could have one of my songs for you on it." The problem now was which one would it be? The songs I had about Miley were about a dime a dozen.

"You don't have to do that." Miley mumbled and I rolled my eyes.

"I want to, Miley, I want to tell the whole world how I feel about you." That was true, the way I felt about Miley; she gave me butterflies and when she smiled I felt all warm inside, she was all I could think about most of the time, Miley was my whole world. "I love you." I was sure it was love. I'm 15 and I fell in love with Miley when I was 13.

"I love you too, Joseph." My heart skipped every time I heard those words fall from her lips. Not only did Miley actually pay attention to me and not ignore me, but she cares about me, she loves me. "How have you been, Baby? Back at home?"

"It's okay, I guess." I shrugged, leaning back in my desk chair. "Nate's not being mean too much, and Jason's still focussed on the fact that the scouts liked us and wanted to sign us."

"That's good." Miley let out a breath, relieved. "What about your grandfather?" I galnced around the room I shared with Jason, it was empty and the door was locked.

"Mom says Papi is sicker than before, he might have to go to hospital before the holidays." I muttered sadly, the two down sides to coming back home was Papi being sicker than before and Miley not being here. "But, Papi refuses to tell me the truth and it scares me."

"It'll..." I knew she was going to say 'it'll be okay', but she didn't, and I would have known it was a lie. "It's only because he loves you." She ended up saying and I sighed. "He doesn't want you to worry."

"I know."

"Enjoy the time you have with him, Joey, that's all he really wants when he doesn't tell you." Miley advised and I smiled softly, she always could make me feel better.

"'Kay." I agreed, because Miley was right. Miley's always right. That's one of the many things I love about her. "Love you."

"I'm gonna be the first one to buy your EP." Miley vowed and I grinned. "I love you."

CR

November 23rd, 2005

"Hi, Baby." I grinned when Miley answered the phone.

"Hi." Miley said shyly, I liked when Miley was shy, she was so cute.

"Happy birthday." Miley was 15 today, I wish I could be with her like she was on my birthday.

"Thanks, Jos-" Miley started to say before someone in the background cut her off. She had a package. I grinned to myself, that was good timing. It had been overnight shipped, but I had no idea when it would get to her. I called as soon as I got home from school. "You already said happy birthday this morning, Joseph." Miley reminded as she started to opened the plain brown package.

"I know, I wanted to say it again." I heard the tearing as she opened the box.

"Mio Bellissima." Miley read off the card alloud. "Joseph?" She asked when she finished reading the card.

"Open it, Miles." I urged, practically bouncing in my seat.

"Connect Three... A Glimpse Of Heaven." I'd sent Miley the very first copy of the EP Jason, Nate and I recorded.

"I didn't really want to call the band that, but that's what the record label chose, so whatever." I shrugged even though Miley couldn't see me.

"This is amazing, Joseph." Miley gasped. "You have a label, you have an EP, you have a single." Our first single was When You Look Me In The Eyes and it had only just missed the top 100 on Hot Tunes the week it was released last month, and last week it was at #95. The first time I heard it on the radio Miley was the first person I called after I ran to tell Papi. "You're gonna be a star."

"I don't care about that." I waved it off, I really didn't.

"I know." Miley said and I knew she was smiling. "That's what makes you even more amazing."

"You are what makes me anything." I murmured before I shook my head, bringing myself back to our conversation. "Look at the tracks." I told her.

"When You Look Me In The Eyes." Miley read, every line I wrote in that was for her. "Don't Tell Anyone." The very first song I helped Nate write that we played for Miley at Camp Rock. "Crazy Kinda Crush On You." The song Nate stole our first year of Camp Rock, rewritten and recorded. "I Am What I Am." I held my breath, there was only one song left. Miley gasped again and I waited. "Miley?" I heard her moving around and she pressed a few buttons and then I could hear it in the background. The song; Miley. "Sweet niblets, Joseph, this is so..." She struggled to find the right words.

"Happy birthday, Baby, I love you." I told her.

"Oh, my God, Joseph. I love you too." Miley managed out and I would have been worried that she was crying, but she assured me they were happy tears. I didn't even know that people cried when they were happy until Miley told me girls did it.

CR

June 15th, 2006

I looked out the window of the plane wistfully; Camp Rock starts today. I wanted to be there, Miley was going to be there. But, we - Nate, Jason and I - wouldn't get to go to camp for another three days. Reason one: We were doing a school tour around the country; just a few songs, but it was a tour and we were headlining. We had a headlining tour. Reason two: My Mom and Jason's Dad had planned their wedding to be in two days, and the they'd be going on honeymoon when we were at Camp Rock.

"Don't be such a pussy, Dude." Nate rolled his eyes and I looked away from the window. "We just finished a national tour, and you're all mopey?"

"I miss her." I shrugged, they knew who I was talking about.

"So write a song about it, and cheer up." Nate said and this time I rolled my eyes. That was his solution to every problem; write a song about it and make it a hit.

"I don't wanna write a song." I frowned, I think this was a first, judging by the looks Jason, Nate and Mom were giving me they thought so too. "I just wanna see Miley." I sighed, picking up my keys; the keychain from Miley.

"It's just three days, Shane." Jason tried to make me feel better.

"I'm gonna finish my math test." I muttered, picking up my backpack and taking out my schoolwork. Since we'd got our record deal we were all being home-schooled... Or road-schooled. I don't know how far into the year I was, but I'd been doing a lot of studying and school work in my spare time.

"That boy has it bad." I heard Mr. Jonas - Jonathan, he kept insisting I call him - mutter to Mom.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" Mom whispered back and I rolled my eyes. It wasn't cute; it was depressing. My girlfriend - who I love - was at Camp Rock, and I wasn't going to be there for three more days. What's even more depressing is we were on a plane back to California from New York, where Miley had been, except Miley's Dad wouldn't let her come see us, and I didn't have time to go see her.

"It's gross." Nate gagged dramatically. "'Oh, Miley, Miley, wherefore art thou Miley?'" He mocked in a high, whiney voice that sounded nothing like me. "Makes me wanna barf."

"Awe." Mom cooed in that way I knew meant she was going to say something embarassing that she thought was sweet. "Just wait until your first love, Nate, you'll be just as smitten as my little Shaney."

"Mom." I rolled my eyes. "I'm almost sixteen, I'm not a baby." I groaned and she laughed. "And it's not just 'first love'... It's true love." I insisted in a whisper, the way I feel about Miley, it's like nothing else.

"My Baby boy is in love." Mom gushed and I winced when she got up and hugged me whilst I tried to squirm away and do my schoolwork.

"Mom." I whined and she laughed.

CR

June 18th

Brown came back to Camp Rock with us the day after the wedding. He was talking with Jason and Nate about something, but I wasn't paying attention. Jason was step-brother now. I had a brother, I'd always been an only child, I didn't know what to do with a brother. Especially one as ADD as Jason, but he is crazy good on the guitar. I was staring out the window eagerly as we drove up the dirt drive to Camp Rock, passing the welcome sign.

"Shane! Shane!" Nate nudged me and I looked over, snapping back to reality. Miley was out there. Miley.

"What?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"I said do you wanna get lunch before we unpack?" Nate repeated slowly, as if I were a small child.

"No." I answered simply, scanning the kids outside the car who were starting to gather; people didn't come late to Camp Rock. But, I guess being the nephew - now nephews - and and nephews cousin of the camp creator/director gave us some leeway.

"You're kidding, right?" Jason scoffed to Nate. "He's been zoned out for three weeks, he's lovesick for Miley." Jeez, if even Jason noticed then I really must have been bad.

"Alright." Brown sighed, smirking at me. "Go find the girl." He said and I grinned, I was out of the car before it had even fully stopped. Another perk of Brown being my Uncle was he told me which cabin was Miley's. I went there first and frowned when Miley wasn't there. The pier, no Miley. Woodshop, no Miley. I was starting to worry that she'd left in the last three days beause she did say she was here before. Then I passed the room with the piano in it, on my way to check the dining hall - since it was lunch time, it wasn't entirely unreasonable for her to eat - when I head the music. The song Miley and I had first played as a duet on the piano... Well, half of the song. The half that Miley usually played. I peaked over the window and my breath caught.

Miley was sitting at the bench, her beautiful, chestnut hair cascading around her face, one hand tinkling across the ebony and ivory keys. I crept up behind her, careful not to make a noise and slid onto the bench next to her, easilly joining in with the other half of the song. Miley looked up, surprised, then she stopped playing and just stared at me.

"Hi." I whispered meekly.

"Hi." Miley murmured back, a little breathless. "You're here." She stated and I laughed.

"I am." I agreed, and she kept staring at me.

"You gonna kiss me or you waitin' for an invitation?" Miley asked, her southern twang from growing up in Tennessee coming out. As soon as the word kiss left her mouth she barely got the rest of the sentance out before I complied, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Her lips were even softer and sweeter than I remembered. I lifted my fingers off the piano keys and cupped her face gently. My Miley.

Okay, so I wanted to give you a bit of insight into what's happened since Final Jam last year through Joseph's eyes.

I've been getting questions about whether Miley will be Hannah Montana in this series and as of yet I haven't answered because to be honest I haven't decided.

1) How are you liking Joseph's POV so far?
2) Do you want Miley to be Hannah?
3) Right now I'm thinking that Camp Rcok (movie) will be set about two Summers after this, but I'm uncertain.
4) I'm also thinking that yes, Mitchie will be in it, but that's not definate.
5) What would you like to see happen this Summer?

If you guys really are still waiting and reading; thank-you :D
And please review :P

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