My first Hannah Montana Story
Disclaimer: I do not own "Hannah Montana". I do not own any songs I list, or Uncle John's Fast-Acting, Long-Lasting Bathroom Reader, pg. 83,or Kool-aid.
Summary: Just a story I came up with. Hope you like it! Contains OCs.All my stories contain OCs. One is a younger sister to Miley and Jackson. The others are a bully at her school, and one of her teachers. They're only mentioned by name, though. Then there's the real estate agent.
Robby Stewart was in the kitchen of his Malibu home, making breakfast for his children. His youngest, Kalissa, called Kyle or Lisa by her family, walked in, headed for the back door, which opened right onto the beach. She was wearing her red swimsuit with the yellow flowers and sandals.
"Going for a walk, Kyle?" Robby asked his nine-year-old.
"Yes, sir. If I'm not back by the time Miley and Jackson are up, send Jackson to find me. I guarantee you he'll find me faster if you tell him not to come back unless I'm with him."
Robby laughed. "The boy's growing. He needs food. And so do you."
"I'm really not hungry now."
"Too much candy?"
"No, sir. I remember what the dentist said." Kyle sighed.
"As long as I don't have to constantly remind you." Mr. Stewart said. Kalissa jumped out onto the beach. She had closed the door. She started running toward the water.
Mr. Stewart watched her until she was out of sight.
"Gotta keep a good eye on that one." he told himself. She was just like her mother. Jackson sometimes said it was because she had been born just as their mother died. Robby looked at the pictures of the family he had put on the counter. One was of them- he and his wife. The next, of the family after Miley was born. The next, the family after Jackson's birth. The next one was the hardest to look at, but he still kept it. It was after Kalissa's birth. Miley was five, Jackson was three, and he held ten-day-old Kalissa. He needed to update the pictures of the family. Sure, he had pictures of the kids from birth to the present, but none of them with the whole immediate family, except for the pictures on the counter, which had all been taken professionally. His wife had insisted on it, and after her death, except for the one picture, he didn't have the heart to continue. He finished the pancakes and put them in the microwave so that they would stay warm. He didn't know when his other two kids would be up. He sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. Soon, to his surprise, Miley came in.
"Hey, Dad. Kyle taking a walk on the beach?"
"Yep. She left about an hour ago, and took off running toward the surf like Sheldon Jackson was after her." Sheldon Jackson was a bully at Kyle's school. She often came home beat up. Jackson wanted to teach her how to fight back, but Robby wouldn't let him. He didn't want Kalissa Ann to be a kid who goes looking for fights.
"Good thing it's Saturday." Miley said.
"Good thing Jackson's apparently keeping his word." Robby said. "Pancakes are in the microwave to keep them warm." Miley got a glass, plate, and silverware. She put them on the table, but took the glass and plate back up. She went to the microwave and got out two pancakes. She put the plate with rest of the pancakes back in. She got the syrup and poured some on her pancakes, then took them back to the table. She went and poured herself some milk and sat down at the table. She blessed her food and started eating. She was finished before Jackson came in. She was putting her plate and glass in the sink when he did.
"Morning, son. Pancakes are in the microwave. Save some for Kyle. Come to think of it, I'm sending you out to look for her. No breakfast until she comes home."
Kalissa came in just then.
"Don't worry, Dad. I made it to one end to the next in good time." Mylie sat down on the couch next to her father.
"Alright, Jackson, you can eat." Jackson got his pancakes and milk and sat at the table. Kyle handed him the syrup and some silver ware.
"Don't syrup-log your pancakes this morning." she told him.
"Look who's talking. Little Miss Cavity." Jackson shot back.
"I brush my teeth for two minutes every day. When's the last time you used your toothbrush? Do you even remember what it's for?" Kyle asked.
"Ya'll don't start fighting, now." Robby told them.
"How do you know it's for two minutes?" Jackson asked, referring to the fact that Kyle sometimes has trouble telling time.
"Jackson Robert Stewart." Robby started.
"Sorry, Dad." Jackson said.
"In more ways than one." Kyle muttered.
"Kalissa Ann Stewart."
"Sorry, Jackson."
"That's better."
"Why do those two always have to fight?" Miley asked.
"I don't know, Miley. I just don't know."
"What are everyone's plans for the day?" Miley asked. Kyle got her breakfast, silverware, and milk and sat down at the table. She said the blessing and started eating.
"Sit out in the sun until I get sick, reading, take a cold bath, and then do it all over again." Kyle said.
"How many times do I have to tell you that isn't healthy?" Robby asked.
"We have got to get Kyle a hobby." he told Miley.
"I have hobbies. Reading, writing, singing karaoke, watching T.V., sunning until I get sick, and walking on the beach."
"Not what I call worthy hobbies, except the singing." Miley said.
"The point is, I have hobbies."
"Not very good ones, though." Jackson said.
"Singing's a good hobby." Robby defended.
"Especially since she does have a disc of Miley's songs."
"Thank goodness for CDG's, though." Kyle said.
"Otherwise, how would I know the words?"
"I enunciate. Besides, we have the originals in this very house." Miley was on the defensive.
"You can enunciate all you want, I still can't tell all the words."
"You could still read the lyrics Dad writes."
"I have to agree with Ms. Christine. Dad's handwriting is atrocious."
"When did Ms. Christine insult my handwriting?" Robby asked.
"The last time you sent her a note. I told you that."
"Oh. I remember now." The piano started playing Beethoven's second Sympathy.
"Good job, Lydia." Robby said to the white mouse in there.
"Dinner theatre." Kyle said. She laughed as she swallowed the last of her pancakes. She finished her milk and took her dishes to the sink.
"Don't forget to put your dishes in the sink, Jackson." Robby said. Jackson paused and looked up from his plate where he was licking up the last of the syrup. His face was covered in it.
"Jackson." Robby laughed. So did Miley. Kyle went to the sink with a paper towel. She wet it, wrung it out, and gave it to Jackson.
"What am I suppose to do with this?" he asked.
"Jackson, I know you aren't a straight "A" student, but even you should know to clean your face before you get everything sticky." Kyle told her older brother. Jackson smiled and wiped his face clean.
"Thanks, Lisa."
"I didn't want to give you a chance to get everything sticky."
Jackson took his plate and glass to the sink and slipped them in. Kyle went back to her room and came back in with Uncle John's Fast-Acting, Long-Lasting Bathroom Reader.
(I call it the FALL Bathroom Reader.)
"Won't you need a towel?" Jackson asked.
"Yes." Kyle went back to get herself a towel. She came back after four minutes- they heard her battery-powered toothbrush for two minutes, so she had brushed her teeth- and headed straight for the door.
"Suntan lotion?" Robby asked.
"Put it on in the bathroom."
"Okay."
"Take a water bottle." Miley said. Kyle dropped the towel at the door and went back and got her water bottle. She put the book under her arm as she poured the Kool-aid into it. When it was full, she put the pitcher back in the refrigerator, and put the cap on her water bottle. She picked up the towel and put it under her other arm. She opened the door, went out and closed the door. She jumped off the deck railing and ran onto the beach. She put her book and water bottle down and spread her towel out right in the sun.
She sat down on it. Inside, Robby realized that she probably forgot to put suntan lotion on her back.
"Jackson, go get the suntan lotion and run out and put some on Kyle's back. I know she forgot it."
"Yes, sir." Jackson went to the bathroom and got the suntan lotion out from under the sink. He ran out, jumped off the railing, (he was the one who had taught Kyle to do that)
and ran up behind her. He opened the cap and squirted some into his palm.
"Dad told me to put some suntan lotion on your back." he told his little sister as he started rubbing it on her back. He had automatically recognized her back with the big scar, from when she was seven and they got into a car accident. They were late for school and their father had been driving too fast. They had all landed in the hospital. Kyle had ended up with a big cut on her back. Jackson had ended up with a cut on his foot. Miley had ended up with a cut on her forehead that she covered with make-up. Their father had ended up the least injured, with a cut on his hairline.
"Dad told me to put some on your back, in case you forgot it."
"How about the back of my ears?" He put some on the backs of her ears, finished rubbing the lotion in and went back in.
"Thanks!" Kyle called after him.
"No problem!" Jackson turned around and waved. Too bad he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. He tripped over his own feet and fell. Kyle had turned back around and started reading again. She was reading about Brand Names, pg. 83.
She figured she would be out for a while. She had eaten breakfast. Inside, Robby thought of Kyle's hairline. Did she usually put suntan lotion on it? He got off the couch and went down to the beach. He found her and went up to her. His shadow fell over her. She looked up and asked, "Am I in trouble? I haven't done anything."
"I know. Did you put suntan lotion on your hairline?"
"Yes, sir, I also put it on my part."
"That's what I was thinking of. Not hairline." He went back inside.
"Oh, Dad. Grandma called." Miley said.
"She isn't coming to visit, is she?"
"Yes. She's at the airport now."
"Did she say anything about needing a ride? Why she was coming? I mean, you kids don't have anything she wouldn't want to miss like Jackson making the volleyball finals."
"She didn't really say why she was coming, but she did say that she couldn't get a ride."
"Great. She wants me to pick her up and that was just her not-so-subtle way of saying so."
"Don't worry about the house. I'll keep Jackson from burning it down."
"Thanks honey. Kyle is still sunning, but she should be in before I get back. I dread to think of what would happen if she isn't. Tell Jackson to act like the perfect son who studies and does everything his father tells him. Same goes for Kyle." Robby grabbed his keys and left. He drove to the airport, parked, went in, and looked for his mother. He found her at the luggage claim.
"Mama! How you doing?" He held his arms out for a hug.
"It's about time you got here. My suitcase has already gone around three times!"
"I was out talking to Kyle when you called. I came as soon as I got the message."
He grabbed her suitcase and pulled it off the carousel. He carried it to the car. She followed him. When they got into the car, he backed out and started to drive home.
"So, is there any special reason you came out? Miley's birthday isn't until October, Jackson's birthday isn't until November, and Kalissa's isn't until December."
"Do I always have to have a special reason to visit my baby boy?"
"You usually do."
"What would you say if I were to move out here?"
"That would be good for the kids. Miley needs some more female influence."
"That's all? What about Kalissa Ann?"
"Mom, she doesn't like being called by her full name. I only do that to get her attention and when she's in trouble."
"Speaking of trouble, has she been in any since the last time I visited? Is she still falling asleep in class?"
The last time Grandma Stewart had visited, Kyle had been having nightmares about the wreck. She always did as they got closer to the anniversary. She stayed up as late as she could to avoid them.
"Relax, Mama. She only has nightmares about the wreck the closer we get to the anniversary."
"So she isn't falling asleep in class, then?"
"No, ma'am."
"Do you mind taking me to the real estate office of," she got out a piece of paper, "Lucy Baxter, tomorrow, at nine?"
"Of course I will, Mama."
"Have you had any professional pictures of the family?"
"Mamma, you know that ever since Anne died, I haven't had the heart to have that done, except for that one picture when Kyle was ten days old."
"Well, I assume you have had professional pictures made of the children?"
"Every year on School Picture Day."
"Yes, you always make them dress up so nicely."
"Well, they know that I'll send you a copy, so they want you to know that they can clean up real nice." Robby had sent his mother candid pictures of the children.
Back at home... Kyle walked in, Carrying her towel, book, and water bottle.
"Lisa, Dad went to pick Grandma up at the airport, and he said for you and Jackson to..." Miley started, but Kyle cut her off.
"Act like a good girl who studies and does what her father tells her."
"Exactly. Now, could you help me straighten up around here?"
"Shouldn't I get dressed first?"
"Yes. Go change."
"Where's Jackson?"
"I'm not sure, but you need to dress nicely. It IS Grandma, after all."
"Why do we need to impress family? Dad always sends her candid pictures of us at our worse."