Hey everybody. Okay so this is my first fan fiction. I know it looks so typical Jiley fanfic right now, but trust me, there is a plot to it. Please read and review.
It's funny how you can just put away upsetting things that have happened in your life. You just lock them a way in a cupboard where they sit quietly, ideally forever. I only had one cupboard, but it definitely was a very big and full one. Its name was Jake Ryan. Every so often this said cupboard would rattle and Jake would be brought to the forefront of my mind, a place where he is very comfortable. Today was one of those days.
I sat on my bed on Tuesday night going through my memory box. I was in one of those irrational sentimental moods and had to just remember things. I came upon one of my old song books. Daddy always used to write my Hannah songs, but that never prevented me from trying to write something on my own. The majority of my songs ended up being pretty craptastic, but once in a while I would find a melody or a lyric that was really perfect. I opened the book to see at what stage of my song writing these were.
The first song I had written just after I had told Lily the Hannah secret. It was about things happening for good reasons and that regrets are a waste of time. I am so glad Lily found out about Hannah. I never could have made it through some of the things that have been thrown at me without Lily, or Lola, by my side.
The next song was written when I found our Oliver was in love with Hannah. It was about my fear of ruining the friendship we had because he was in love with my alter ego. In the end he found out though, that I am really Hannah, and he got over his love for my other half.
The thing I love the most about being a musician is that whenever I have an emotion that I am not sure about how to express, I write a song. There was a song in this book about my dad having a new girlfriend, one about Jackson, and one about a boyfriend who didn't like Hannah Montana. Even though few of them were very good, they were still very important to me, like an old diary.
I turned to the last song in the book and my blood turned to ice. At the top of the page there was a big red heart and the words Miley and Jake inside it. Surrounding that was my doodling of Mrs. Miley Ryan, my immature fantasy. It didn't even matter to me what the song was written about or what part of our complicated relationship we were in at that time. My thoughts had returned to the one thing I always tried to keep them away from. Jake Ryan.
I finally had some down time, a pleasure I hadn't been given in quite some time. The sad thing was that I had nobody to share my free time with. As an actor, I have a lot of co-stars, people I hang out with for the press, and tons of fans. I will just admit it. I have no friends. I did once, but like everything else, that didn't work out too well. I forbid myself from thinking about that. Memories like those hurt too much, and I was already feeling badly about myself.
Being the friendless loner that I am, I sat down on my leather couch and turned on the television. MTV was on, and I was just fine with that. Mind numbing music videos were just what I needed to calm me down. Why could I not have taken that job in New York? My agent wanted to give me a chance to relax. Seriously, I'm Jake Ryan. I don't need to relax. I need to be kept busy so I can hide behind the facade that I have a great life.
Mykayla's If Cupid Had A Heart was playing on the video flow. That was exactly what I needed. Mykayla and I had done a movie together a while back. I really liked hanging out with her. She was a pretty awesome girl, but I couldn't stand her hate for Hannah Montana. It wasn't so much that she hated her, but more that she talked about her constantly, and Hannah was not somebody I had needed to be reminded about at the point in time. In fact, I still don't like to think about Miley, and avoid parties if I hear that Hannah is supposed to be there. Damn. Listening to Mykayla was supposed to put me at ease, not make me think about Miley Stewart.
I flipped to a news station, anything to distract me from Mykayla, Miley, and Hannah. There was a story about endangered animals in zoos. Perfect. Nothing like a little pointless animal story to clear my mind. The man on the screen asked people to donate to the wildlife fund that was being advertised.
I soon grew bored and stitched the television back to MTV, assuming Mykayla's song was over. The song was indeed over. Some Jesse McCartney single was playing now. Wonderful. Nothing about Jesse could remind me of my past. Jesse was actually a decent guy. I remembered meeting him once and telling him that with a smile like his, he must have girls all over him. Lily once told me that Jesse had asked out Hannah. Damn. I'm back to this again. I watched Jesse move on the television screen and was instantly jealous. My Miley dating Jesse McCartney pushed me over the edge. I was furious.
I suddenly felt very pathetic. Here I was, on my rare day off, sitting on my couch alone watching music videos on MTV, trying to get my mind off of my ex-girlfriend, and furious at a random guy for asking her out. I really needed to get myself some friends.
The song changed, and, no surprise, One In A Million started playing. I switched off the television. In my current state of mind, there was no way I could sit and watch as my Miley sang and danced with random, male, dancers on a screen in front of me. Not only was it Hannah Montana's song, but it was the first song Miley had written herself. She wrote it a year ago. The boy referred to as being one in a million was none other than yours truly, Jake Ryan.
I got off my couch and went outside to my balcony, making sure quickly that it was not dark out yet. I sat down on my swing and surrendered myself to reliving my time with the one person I always try to keep off my mind. Miley Stewart.
Okay tell me what you think. Should I continue it into a story, or is it really awful? this was more of like a prologue. In the next chapter I am going into both Miley and Jake's heads of what happened with their past. Please tell me what you think.