Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Hannah Montana or Disney. I own my imagination...and very little after that.
Author's Note: First timer here by way of fanfiction and Hannah Montana. I hope y'all like it. It's a femslash fiction. If that isn't your cup of tea, turn back now.
Prologue:
"But don't tell my heart...my achy breaky heart...I just don't think it'd understand..." ten-year-old Miley Stewart belted out just a tone louder than the radio. Her mother, Trisha Stewart, pretended to sing along with her, and stole small glances at her happy-go-lucky daughter as they drove down the darkened roads of Tennessee.
As the radio continued to blare on, Miley turned to her mother and smiled. "Was Daddy singing about you when he wrote this Momma?"
Trisha laughed and smiled. "No darlin."
"Then who is he talkin bout?"
Trisha shrugged and shook her head slightly. She knew full well that Robbie Ray was singing about Delia Adams, the girl that broke his heart a full six months before she and Robbie met. But that was another story for a later date. She had no idea where Miley got her questions.
The song ended and the radio jockey came on. "That was a classic hit by Tennessee's own Robbie Ray Stewart--"
At the mention of Robbie's name, both Miley and her mother hooted. It was a fun game they had developed a while ago. Whenever Robbie's name came up on the radio while they were in the car, the girls would scream as loud as they could, as if cheering him on.
"...recording an album that's due out soon. Look for it on the shelves folks."
Robbie Ray had been working on an album for four solid months, and was nearly done. He spent long hours in the studio, working as hard as he could to get the album done on time, and Miley and Trisha were on their way to make a surprise visit. Trisha had tried to get her twelve-year-old son Jackson to come along, but he had hit that rough patch where going anywhere with, "Mom and Sis" was completely uncool.
Jackson's seventh grade wisdom had logically concluded that Robbie Ray would still be around in the morning, and Jackson would hang out with him then. School was over, summer had just begun, and Robbie Ray never went into the studio earlier than eleven. Jackson figured he would just fit his father between waking up and going out to play with his friends and that was enough for him.
So Trisha and Miley were alone, at nine o'clock at night, in the car, driving toward the studio, hoping to surprise Robbie and hopefully get him to take a much needed and deserved break.
"You think Daddy'll be surprised to see us?" Miley asked, looking at her mother, who turned to look at her daughter and smile.
"Oh, I think he'll be very surprised."
"And he'll be happy?"
"Yes baby, very--"
Trisha noticed the brightness of the oncoming car's headlights before Miley did, and returned her eyes to the road. Miley followed her mother's gaze just seconds before it connected.
The windshield shattered on impact, and exploded inward.
Miley screamed.
Then, the world went black.
