I know, I know! ANOTHER new story? Wendy, what ARE you thinking? Well, I was watching a video on YouTube for Rockstar by Hannah Montana, and when I heard a certain line in the chorus, this just hit me! Besides, The Adventure of a Lifetime, which was just updated, I might add, is almost over. So I figured I'd start this.
Please check out my forum if there's anyone out there interested in the Hannah Montana Movie, or wants a story idea!
Disclaimer: My mom and I were arguing the other day about me getting a Wii for Christmas. She said that they were too expensive and that I'd have to pay for it myself. So I asked, "Well then, can I have the rights to Hannah Montana?" Her answer, she laughed in my face. :( Sorry to disappoint.
"Miley, I need you to come take a look at this car!"
"Comin Archie!" Miley Stewart shouted back at her boss, the owner of Archie's Auto Repairs. She rolled out from underneath the Benz she had been tinkering with, and strolled over to a nice looking mustang.
"Wow, who drove this in, Hannah Montana?" She joked. Hannah Montana was the hottest young singer world-wide. Her cocerts get sold out in minutes on line, and their are countries, yes WHOLE countries, begging for her to come to their land and perform. Her father, former country singer Robby Ray, was now her manager.
But, when Hannah's not working, she's chilling with her two best friends at Sea View High. Oh yeah, and did I mention that she works on cars? Yeah, since she grew up in Tennessee, her father had taught her all about vehicles and how to fix them. This came in handy, considering she's not allowed anywhere near her money until college.
She was paying for both her and her brother to go. And the only money her father makes is the two-percent he recieves from writing Hannah's songs. Hence her working at a garage.
The only thing she WAS allowed to d with it was donate to the LRC (leukemia research center). Ya see, when Hannah was about ten, her mom was diagnosed with a rare type of leukemia. She had six months to live. Hannah vowed after that to find any and every way to cure all kinds of leukemia.
And, on top of all this, she was trying to hide her real self from the paparazzi; our friend miss Miley Stewart! Bit of a surprise, right? Yeah, her friends were shocked too. But after a few months, they got used to it.
"No. This beauty belongs to our newest client, Amber Addison." Archie said happily. Her face dropped. Amber went to her school. Major b---h.
"And she needs what now?"
"Her engine aint runnin right." He explained simply. "And you're my best mechanic. It's either you or Oliver." Archie said, pointing to his clumsy nephew. Miley nodded understandably. Oliver was one of her two best friends, along with Lilly.
"Ok."
"Thanks Miley! You're a life saver!" He said dramatically. Kinda reminded her of her drama teacher, Mr. Correlli. Accept, her tacher had a readson.
It was apparent that this girl new NOTHING about driving. Her engine was so run out that Miley wasn't sure if she'd need to replace it or not.
"Oliver, come here!" She shouted.
"Yeah?" He questioned when he arrived, out of breath.
"Boy, you have gotta stay out of the chips." She said, pulling off her hat and whipping her forhead in frustration. "Look, do ya think this engine needs replaced?" She asked seriously.
"Mm, it's hard to tell. Lemme get a closer look." He got down under the car and was immediately squirted in the face with some oil. His head shot up, causing a bang as it collided with the underneath of the car. Miley broke out in hysterical laughter, which only increased at the sight of his scowling, black-streaked face.
"I think it might." He said tonelessly as he reached for Miley's outstretched towel. "Thanks."
"No problem." She responded simply. She handed him a mirror, and they both laughed. There was no way that was coming off without a shower.
After clocking out, they got into Miley's car, which she had managed after postponing a few checks to her college fund. It was a Marathon Blue Pearl, 2008 Chrysler Sebring Convertible. She had to spring for a good one; this was high school after all.
On the way to his house, Miley and Oliver recapped their summer. They really had had an uneventful one. Just the usual, Oliver's attempts at finding a girlfriend. Miley trying to convince Lilly that they didn't need botfriends. Exciting. Miley sighed, remembering what tomorrow was.
"It's gonna be alright Miles." Oliver said comfortingly. At school, his status was average. Miley's and Lilly's, however, were almost at the very bottom. The only two lower than them were Dandruff Danny and St. Sara, though she didn't really care. 'As long as I can make the world a better place, I'm happy.' Sara had said the day that the popularity list had come out and she had been questioned by Lilly and Miley.
"Well, only two more years til college." She said happily. Then she arrived at his house, and bid her friend goodbye.
When she walked into her own house, she was greeted by her dad, sitting on the couch with a slice of chocolate cake and the remote control.
"Hi daddy!" She said perkily, plopping down next to him and 'borrowing' his cake. He stared at her with a look of awe that she'd do something like that. She smiled half-way through her mouthful.
"So how was work?" He asked, getting over his loss.
"Pretty good. Amber's now a customer though." She replied angrily.
"Well, that's life." He responded, grabbing his cake back and moving to the kitchen. She followed.
"You better hurry up now and get to bed. Big day of school tomorrow." He said, subtly trying to convince her to get some sleep. She rolled her eyes, but complied none the less. She grabbed a cold hot dog from the fridge and headed upstairs.
"Hi Blaze!" She said to the little 2-year-old, lemon-white beagle on her bed as she walked into the room. She handed him the meat and patted his head before getting ready for bed. Her dad had given him to her as a middle school graduation present.
She kissed the picture of her mother and cuddled up with Blaze before falling off into a well-deserved slumber.
The next morning, Miley slept soundly through her alarm. But her dog didn't. He woke up and saw she was still snoozing pleasantly. Having that morning urge to pee, he started licking her nose. His chosen target scrunched in annoyance, nothing more. He started whimpering, loudly.
(And trust me, that's the WORST way to wake up in the morning. Though mine never seems to do that on school days. Only the days I choose to sleep in.)
That did the trick. Miley was up and at her deck door within seconds. He scampered out and down the stairs to the beach where he could relieve himself peacefully.
She chuckled slightly and headed into her closet. She chose a pair of faded jean shorts, a light pink tank-top, and pink flip-flops. She side-ponied her hair with a pink binder. After brushing her teeth and applying a light shade of makeup, she let her dog back in and went downstairs to feed him.
She grabbed a poppy seed muffin and a glass of milk. When her breakfast was being safely digested, she kissed her dad's cheek and scratched Blaze's ears, then left to pick up her friends.
This one will be updated more frequently. It's kinda gonna be something to update when I'm bored and don't feel like updating my others. And since my life is officially snoresville, expect something later tonight or early tomorrow.
Love you all with the bottom of my heart! –Wendy:)(: