30 Kisses in 30 Days
Summary: 30 different kisses for 30 different couples in Hannah Montana.
AN: I know 30 Kisses is supposed to be a single couple (or potential couple) in fandom, but I was reading the R/Hr version (which I highly suggest, search 30 Kisses on Google and you'll find the LJ) and I started thinking about twisting it, I've wanted to do a 30-day-post-a-thon of some sort ever since I read Yahoo Mail (which is a HM fanfic that you should totally read, it's on my favorites). So here was the perfect one, here's the catch though. I'm not telling you the couple in advance, but I'm doing all of them (Lackson and Moliver even though I hate them). The Jonas Brothers are basically half this story, and if you don't like that I'm sorry. Without them there is no way I'd be able to do 30 without putting together characters whose paths would never cross (Joanie/Jackson? Rico/Becca?). The other thing some of you might have a problem with is slash, there are four slash couples in this story. I will warn you if there's slash in a chapter so you can skip it if you have a problem with it though. There is none in this chapter. The chapter order was chosen completely at random, and none of the stories are linked except that they're all kisses. And now, to the story.
Kiss 1: Swing Set
Unlike Lilly and Oliver, I didn't grow up in Malibu. I'm from Tennessee, which some people (Oliver) take to mean I spent my childhood breaking in wild horses and spitting into pots. I didn't.
Everyday afterschool my mom would pick me up in our Station Wagon and drive me to the playground while I told her about my day and Jackson played his Game boy. On the weekends, when Daddy wasn't at work in the 'studio'−the room with all his guitars and the piano at the old house−he would drive us down there. While Jackson would play with his friend Timmy on the monkey bars or pretend he was captain of a ship with the little steering wheel attached to the Crow's Nest (I know, he couldn't want it to be a car like a normal seven-year-old), I would sit with my best friend Travis Brody on the swings.
We would pump ourselves into the air day in and day out, but Travis could never quite get as high as me despite all his practice. His legs were two short, and even at their fastest. When I said goodbye to Travis at the end of the summer after 6th grade, we each carved our initials into one of the swings. Then I came to Malibu, where everyone did crazy things like skateboard and surf, and could never manage to outstretch them (especially Lilly).
So when I found out there was a swing set out back of the recording studio for the singers' kids, I had to have a go at it. I invited Lilly to come with me, but she'd somehow heard that the Jonas Brothers were working on their new album that day, and, as she put it, "Lola like-y!" And she fixed her shell pink hair and tutu, then skipped off to find them.
I, on the other hand, stashed my Hannah in my guitar case and went to check it out by myself. It was made of a medium wood, complete with monkey bars and a little fort to slide down from. The swings themselves were shorter than at the playground I'd grown up on, which was made of fat metal poles. The chains were covered with plastic, to prevent rusting. Still as I sat down my feet didn't drag, and that was all that really mattered. I pushed off, squealing a little. I felt the wind flow through my hair as I moved up-and-down, up-and-down in the familiar and soothing rhythm. I pretended that I was a bird, dutifully flapping my wings up and down just like Travis and I used to. I started giggling uncontrollably, I doubt a bird would have done that.
Then I heard other, non-Lilly, laughter, and my eyes flew open. Of course, you can probably guess who was in front of me.
"Oh shrimp!" I mumbled, as the swing jerked to a stop and I had to prevent myself from falling off. None other than the cute, funny one himself, Nick Jonas, was there. He laughed again. He has a soft melodic laugh that couldn't help but be warm and I smiled to myself, and a little to him.
He smiled shyly back at me, "Hi." Wow, I thought, my heartbeat rising. He said hi to me… and he doesn't even now I'm Hannah!
I realized I'd been silent too long when he looked at me expectantly. "Hey," I managed, beaming at him. His eyes were really brown. I'm sure you know that already too, but, I mean… wow.
"I'm Nick," He said quietly, sitting down on the swing next to me.
I sighed, staring dreamily at him like the idiot I am, "I know." I mentally slapped myself, now I was like every other fan girl in the world. I was worse than that, I was the girl who had saved her allowance for three months and got a part-time job to buy an exact replica of his purity ring. No offense to anyone who has, Lilly did. I'm just saying, she's obsessed. "I'm Miley."
He nodded, not backing away slowly or anything to my relief. "Do you come here often?" He asked in his sexy musician's voice. Which may have just been his normal voice, but OhMiGod it was cute.
I shook my head, "Just today."
He spun around so his chain twirled into a tight spiral, "I always come here when we record at this studio. It's like the only place in the world I'm ever alone, I'm sure it's just a matter of time before they put cameras back here and sell the videos to Bop or J-14."
I frowned, biting my lip. Boy did I know how that felt, and I was ruining it for him. I jumped off my seat, "Sorry…I didn't mean to−"
"No!" He unraveled himself from his seat slowly. When unweaved, he attempted to get up. Apparently he was too dizzy from doing circles, because he grabbed my shoulders to steady himself. "Hi," He said for the second time, now right in my face. So close I could smell his breath−Spearmint, with a hint of what might have been cheese.
"Hi," I echoed, worried about my own breath. Why had I let Lilly talk me into having nachos?
I was interrupted in my cursing of Lilly by his lips, they leaned in to kiss me. They were wet and gentle, not seeming to get to want to get anywhere but where they already were. I sank into it, wanting to stay in the moment forever, but then as quickly as he had gone in, he pulled away. "Sorry," He mumbled, stepping back. What did he have to be sorry for? Did he not like it? "Head rush." He explained lamely, but then he gave me that cute, dorky little grin. I swear I almost fell over I swooned so hard.
"Eep!" I froze, I recognized that shriek. I turned to the doorway, and sure enough there was Lilly in all her colorful Lola-ness. I blushed, but she wasn't even looking at me. She was staring at Nick, and giggling nervously. "Hi, I'm fan! I'm a big Lola!" She squealed, and then got her Please tell me I didn't just say that look. "I mean…"
He smiled at me, "I'm Nick."
"I know," She replied automatically, then turned pinker than her wig. Oh god, had I been that bad?
"Maybe I'll see you next time?" He offered me, before waving politely to Lilly and going inside. I smiled after him.
"Miley! You'll never guess what happened!" Lilly clutched my arm. "Joe Jonas accidentally pushed me into a trashcan, he helped me out and everything!" She jumped vigorously, shaking me. "I even got his autograph!" I laughed, hugging her and deciding not to tell her. Why not let her be the rockstar for once? I was fine with being just Miley.
AN: So I will give you the titles of the chapter next to come, just not the couples. One more thing, Hannah/Miley and Lola/Lilly will be considered as separate people, so I have a Nick/Miley kiss but there could also be a Nick/Hannah kiss later to come. Otherwise I have to do weird couples, if you can think of a kiss you'd like to see but wouldn't be a usual pairing, please leave it in your review and I'll try to fit it in.
Next Chapter: Kiss 2-Why Can't We Be Friends?