Note: I do not own Hannah Montana or, any of the celebrities that may be mentioned in my story.

I am so sorry, but I'm English. And as ya'll now, there are a few different words. So if there's anything you don't understand, please write it on the review.

"Miley! Wake up!" Lily hissed, shaking her. She rolled over and started to grumble (luv dat word). Lilly was staying over for a sleepover last night.

"What?!" she asked yawning.

"Your on TV!" Lily said.

"What?!" shrieked Miley, jumping up.

Her and Lily ran down the stairs and jumped onto the couch. Lily fumbled with the remote. Miley rolled her eyes.

"Gimme that!" she snarled, snatching it off Lily.

She switched on the TV, just in time to see her face and Jake Ryans. The girl presenting was smiling, nothing bad, thank god.

"Look's like Jake Ryan's love life is moving on, to a average Californian 14 year old, no more movie stars for him." She said.

"Oh my god." Miley gasped, nearly falling off her chair, Lily nodded.

"I can't believe-" Lily began.

"Shut up!" snapped Miley returning to the TV.

"Let's watch the clip," the news reader said.

A presenter was talking to Jake Ryan in the studio.

"So Jake, anything going on in your love life?" the presenter smiled.

"Well no." he smiled sheepishly (my favourite word of all time).

"But surely, something's going on? What about Hannah Montana?" the presenter asked.

"No, but there's this girl. Her names Miley. She's cool. Really pretty to." He nodded in return.

Miley gaped at the screen. He had been back from Romania for a while, but they had broken up. He was so vain. Miley was sick of him.

"He doesn't think he's getting another chance does he?!" yelled Miley.

"I think he does." Nodded Lilly grimly.

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Oliver was standing outside. Suddenly, Miley started yelling. He knocked even harder.

"Miley! Lilly! Open the door!" he shouted.

Miley jumped up and opened the door."Oliver! I'm on TV!" she said hurriedly, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him over to the couch. Suddenly, a flash of cameras outside and there was a picture of her house on the TV……

"What the hell!" shrieked Lilly.

"Miley! That's your house!" Oliver yelped. Miley looked at him.

"YA THINK?!"

Oliver ran upstairs, yelling behind him, 'i hate cameras.' Miley was used to the cameras, but she wasn't gonna aprecciate this kind, she grabbed Lilly and they both scarpered upstairs.

A few minutes later, Jackson stumbled downstairs. Unaware of the fifty cameras bunched together in the room with the TV. As he lumbered into the kitchen, he heard a giggle behind him. He was just in his underwear, and a hundred cameras pointing at him, live on air... You get the point.

"Oh my god!" he screamed like a girl. Everyone pointed their cameras at him. He stupidly started ordering them out.

"Y'all get outta here!" 10 cameras flash and a video recorder is turned on.

"I'm warning ya!" and a reporter took out her pen.

"GET OUTTA MA HOUSE!" and the whole room is filled with people asking him questions and cameras blinking. Jackson ran, like the wind upstairs. The paparatzi followed him.But it would take a while for them to get upstairs, so Jackson was quite safe.

"Jackson." an furious voice growled. He turned around, face to face with Miley.

"They're coming upstairs aren't they." she whispered.

Jackson gulped. And nodded.