HANNAH MONTANA: Happy Campers
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hannah Montana and its characters and places. It is owned exclusively by the Disney Channel.
CHAPTER ONE
Stuck In the Woods
Miley's Point of View
"Hey, thanks for letting me come in your camping trip, Mr. Stewart," Jake Ryan said. "I really appreciate it."
I cringed. Why did my dad let him come, anyway? To torment me? Please, Jackson was bad enough.
"Oh, it's no problem," Dad replied, starting the car. "You have nothing to do, anyway, right?"
"Actually, I canceled some tapings." Jake smiled.
"Of what? Home videos?"
I cringed some more as I turned to Jake, who was trying to hold back laughter. He didn't try hard enough. Dad obviously didn't know that Jake was a hotshot actor, and that the tapings that he had canceled were for his television show, Zombie High. "Dad!"
"What?" Dad was confused.
"Jake is the star of this television show. You know, Zombie High?" I said.
"Yeah, Mr. Stewart," Lilly and Oliver joined in. I'm so thankful to have them in this trip, too. "And I think he has some interviews to do, but he canceled them all just to join us," Lilly added. "That's so sweet of him!"
Oliver and I exchanged looks, then rolled our eyes. Lilly still crushed on Jake.
"Is everybody here?" Dad asked. "Miley?"
"Here," I said, raising my hand, as if my dad was the teacher and he was checking our attendance in class.
"Lilly?"
Lilly shrugged. "Here."
"Oliver?"
Oliver was looking around, using cheesy pick-up lines on girls who passed by. He was just using the one with Tennessee when I nudged him. "Oliver!"
He looked up. "Huh? Oh, here."
"Jake?"
"Here." Jake sounded excited.
"Jackson?"
Nobody answered.
"Jackson?"
Still no answer.
"Jackson!"
I jumped out of the convertible. "I'll go get that nutcase." I ran into the house as fast as I could. "Jackson! Get out now, or we'll leave without you!"
"Coming!" Jackson said, sounding like his mouth was filled with something.
I entered the kitchen, and sure enough, he was there. Stuffing himself with whipped cream. "Jackson!" I said. "Can you get away from the whipped cream?"
"No," he said. "I'll be away for weeks!" But Jackson forced himself to it, and he finally put the whipped cream back into the fridge.
As I pulled him into the car, he stretched his hand out, saying, "Farewell, dear whipped cream. I'll miss you so!" I just giggled and rolled my eyes.
"What happened, son?" Dad asked, looking at Jackson's whipped-cream-stained upper-lip.
"Just spending my last moment with whipped cream," Jackson explained.
Lilly shot me a look, and I shrugged. We laughed. I jumped back in, Oliver and Jake sitting between us. Jackson and Dad were sitting at the front. Dad started the engine again, and we cruised down the road to some faraway camping place. Particularly the woods.
ooHMoo
"Oliver, don't they look sweet together?"
Lilly's shrieks woke me up. I sat up, finding out that I had been sleeping on Jake's shoulder. Jake was still sleeping, and Jackson and Dad were taking our bags from the trunk.
I pulled at Lilly's wrist, and whispered. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again."
"What?" Lilly said, her voice so loud that Jake woke up. "It's true; you two do look sweet together. Right, Oliver?"
"I…I don't know," Oliver replied, sounding kind of sad.
Lilly put her arm around his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Oliver shook his head.
Lilly and I looked at each other again, and shrugged. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder. Jake.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing," Lilly, Oliver and I said in unison.
"Okay," Jake said slowly, weirded out.
When everything was ready, Dad parked the car somewhere "safe" and we headed down the woods.
We were halfway down the designated place when I heard someone call my name. Jake. Again. "Uh, Miley?"
"What?" I said.
"I think we're lost…"
(A/N: Uh-oh, Jake and Miley, lost in the woods, alone? What kind of trouble will this stir up? Just stay tuned and find out! Please tell me how you like this first Hannah Montana fanfic of mine that's not a oneshot through your reviews. Thanks!)