Hannah Montana
Being Jacksons Girl
Author's Note/Explaination: This fic takes place shortly after Melissa breaks up with Jackson. Yes, its Jackson-centric, anyone but me notice there are a strange lack of those? Also, Aneon Light is a different Aneon from the one alluded to many times in my profile. Just thought I'd mention that.
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::Aneon's POV::
My name is Aneon Light, and I just moved to Malibu.
Yes, I said my name is Aneon. As in, my mother read the words 'A Neon' without the space so often she decided it would make a nice name. Go figure. Please, call me Annie.
Anyway, I just moved to Malibu from a little town in New York. In fact, its so small and unimportant that I'm sure you've never heard of it and I'm not going to bother telling you its name. Despite the fact that it would have been simpler to say the name that to explain why I'm not going to say the name.
I'm a bit slow in that respect. I tend to babble, have you noticed? Of course you have.
Well, I'm sixteen and in Tenth Grade. Now you're saying, Ok, so she must be smart, but I'm not. Really. Well, maybe a bit smart mouthed (Ask my dad, he'll tell you), but certainly not smart. I can't do math in my head after simle addition, proper english bugs the heck out of me, and I can't spell 'photosynthesis' to save my life, let alone tell you what it is. (What do you mean I just spelled it? I did not!)
I'm forever doing stupid things like forgetting my key inside the apartment whenever I go anywhere, which really kinda defeats the purpose of having a key, and paying for things but walking out of the store before I get them. Now you're asking, Why is she telling us this? Well, the answer is that it has everything to do with the story I'm about to tell you.
This is the story of how I moved to Malibu, fumbled my way through everything, and still managed to become Jackson's Girl. Which I'm told isn't an honor, but I say it is. So does he.
Anyhow, it all started with me doing one of those incredibly stupid things again.
You see, my dad works three jobs and is hardly ever home, so it wasn't really surprising that he wasn't there when I woke up on my first day of school. I actually managed to get dressed and eat before leaving the house. I forgot my key, but that isn't the incredibly stupid part. Well, it is, but not the part I'm referring to.
No, the part I'm referring to is that I'd told my dad I would walk to school. Despite the fact that I had no clue where it was. The day before I'd bought one of those stupid little travel maps so I could find my way, completely forgetting (until it was rather important) that I couldn't read a map worth crap.
So I ended up wandering around the streets looking for some clue as to how to get there, trying to follow a map that I was probably holding wrong anyway. Which was how I met Jackson.
