A/N: Well, well, this is really my first fanfic ever. If all goes as I want it to, it will be fairly lengthy. You're gonna have to wait for the real Liley action to get going, and there will be some mild Jiley. The rating is T for now, but is subject to change.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything from Hannah Montana, Disney, or anything else copyrighted that is mentioned in this fiction.
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We were sixteen years old and as foolish as the day is long. If you asked us if we were doing the right thing I'm sure we both would've said "Yep!" immediately. When we asked ourselves if we were doing the right thing I know we couldn't have come up with an answer.
Miley always did have to get the things she wanted. Sure, she's nice as can be and most of the time she's like a sister to me, but when she's decided she's going to get something, you better believe she'll end up having it. She was a "have your cake and eat it too" kinda girl and I guess that's how I ended up here. I've never told anyone this story before, so you're gonna have to bear with me if my memory gets a little fuzzy in some parts since there's nobody else who could help me tell it.
"You can't be telling me you'll turn him down if- no, when, he asks" I demanded, not believing a word she said. We were tanning on the beach, Miley in her bikini, me in my top and board shorts, and we were- well, I was, eying Jake Ryan from about 10 yards away. And I did know he'd ask, because they always ask Miley. Amber and Ashley may not like her, but everybody besides Miley knows that that's just 'cause they're jealous. Miley's the prettiest girl in Malibu- I've known that since the beginning.
"Lil" she said, rolling her eyes, "he's just another guy. I mean, I know he's hot, but there's not much else to him."
"Well, you've got more character than I do, then. I couldn't say no to all six of them" I said with a gesture across the beach at the subject of our conversation, who was currently sitting at Rico's, talking with much enthusiasm to a couple of awe-struck fans.
"Huh?"
"Those babies" I explained while pointing to each individual delicious member of Jake's six-pack.
"Sweet niblets" she said with exasperation. "He's just a guy! I don't see what the big deal is about!"
"I sure do, and we're about to see it very up close in a second" I answered hurriedly as Jake and his six buddies pushed themselves off the stool and began to make their way towards us. Or rather, make their way towards Miley.
"Hey, Miley" Jake said with his signature confident wink. "Lilly" he acknowledged with a small nod. "As you know, my new movie is premiering in a week and, well, I'm going to be hitting up the red carpet again pretty soon."
"Here we go" Miley hissed in an undertone in my ear.
"The thing is, I'm going to be needing some accompaniment," Jake continued, oblivious. "My publicist told me I should go with my Vanessa, since she's my co-star and that's usually the way it goes."
God, every time he moved his arms his hair swept slightly to the side. The human embodiment of sexy was standing right in front me, asking my best friend out to attend a world premiere with him. I felt a small stab of jealousy.
"-Mike laughed at that, but I was totally serious," Jake steamed on, unaware that I was no longer listening to him and was instead regarding his face with an awe struck expression. "So, Miley… whaddya say?"
"Huh?" she blinked. Looks like I wasn't the only one who had stopped listening. Miley just looked bored, though. She always takes this kind of thing for granted, I inwardly complained. If guys asked me out half as much as they ask her, I'd be ballistic.
"Will you go with me?" Jake pressed, looking hopeful and sexy.
"I, uh-" Miley fumbled. The quickly glanced at me and I gave her an affirmative smile. No matter how hot I thought Jake was, I wasn't going to ruin this for Miley. She was, after all, my best friend, and I was willing to bet she'd learn to like Jake if she gave him a small chance.
"Yeah… yeah, I'll go" she nodded.
"Great!" Jake responded, a huge smile spreading across his handsome features. "Well then, I'll meet you at your house Friday at six, eh?"
"Alright" she said. As he started to walk away, I jabbed her. "Thanks!" she called out after Jake's receding back.
Later that night finds us propped up against Miley's bed, perusing celebrity gossip magazines, not without some amusement.
"Do you ever think it's funny? Reading about yourself, I mean?" I inquire with a giggle as I hold up a page titled, "HANNAH'S SECRET ISLAND GETAWAY!"
The brunette snorted and made to grab the magazine, but I held it above her head. "Miles, I can't believe you've never told me about this place. Might be nice to inform your best friend about a tropical paradise you've been visiting. It sounds romantic," I continue despite her increasingly furious attempts to grab the article from my awful, sarcastic hands. "Imagine- moonlit baths beneath a starry sky, smoothies in hand as we make passionate love. We could have it all, Miley, we could have it- mmmpphh!"
She had finally succeeded in retrieving the magazine.
"In your dreams, creep," she smirked as she began to cast over the page with a critical eye. "I can't believe people actually swallow this stuff. There's not even such things as 'private' when it comes to Hannah."
"Ah, except the privates that I, as your faithful lover, know so w-" I attempt to swerve as she swings a pillow in the direction of my head.
"Yeesh, nice uppercut, Miles. If you hadn't been holding a pillow I'd be sporting quite the bruise right now. Have you been working out?" I ask sarcastically while rubbing the side of my head. Miley wasn't exactly the "working out" type.
She flexed her arms with an air of confidence, "Oh yes, yes I have."
I wiggled my eyebrows. "And it shows"
"Loser," she deadpanned, chucking another pillow my way. This one I neatly ducked. I grabbed another magazine and commenced flipping through it.
"Oh hey!" I remarked. "Whaddya know… a Hannah Montana poster. Lemme just rip that one out for you, Miles, I know what a big fan you are."
She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Me, the big fan? I seem to remember someone climbing through a certain window to grab a couple "souvenirs." To illustrate this she used air quotes. "You probably just want that to make out with."
"What can I say? Hannah's hot."
Our relationship had always been that way. Playful and a little suggestive, if only in an innocent manner. At this point in time my mind was filled only with the muscled forms of the guys I (in)discretely checked out on the beach.
The world was a small one at sixteen, filled with only limited possibilities. I had Oliver, goofy as always, and Miley, my best friend. I couldn't realistically ask for more.
Or so it seemed.
