DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hannah Montana, or any other proper/brand names I use in this story. I just own the idea.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a one-shot turned in to a muli chapter story. Although it's early, I'm arleady planning a sequel. I think you'll find this quite interesting, even though this chapter doesn't say much about the general plot. R&R as always.

Letting Go

CHAPTER 1:

Jackson raced out of his Trigonometry class room the second the final bell of school had rung. It was Friday night, but this was a special one. It was the last firday of real class before finals. Also, the rarest of all things imaginable had happend: he was granted a day off from work at Rico's!

Jackson threw some books in his locker and then started off down the stairs and out the door to the student parking lot. He passed Miley, Lilly, and Oliver at thier lockers in the sophomore hall on the way.

"Hey Jackson!" Miley called out to her brother. "Come here for a sec!"

Althought he thought about passing her up, Jackson remember what happend the last time he ignored Miley's call. (He still had the scar to prove it.) He made the wise choice and stopped at her locker. "What, Miles? I'm kinda in a hurry to get home."

"That's kinda what I wanted to know." Miley said. "If you're going home, will you take me, Lil, and Oliver?"

"Miley!" Jackson whined. "It's my first day off work in a long time. I need to get home, change, and I'm going to the movies tonight with my friends."

"So why can't you take us back home?" Miley asked.

"Because just stopping to talk to you has made me late!" Jackson fought.

"It's not like I'm asking you to take us somewhere far away, Jackson!" Miley defended.

"Can't you guys just hang at the beach?" Jackson asked, staring at the clock on the wall and taping his foot from being ancy.

"It is pretty nice out." Lilly spoke up.

"And if Jackson's not working, I'll know it's safe to eat the hotdogs at Rico's." Everyone gave Oliver a funny look. "What? You never know where they have been!" He turned to Jackson. "Do you belive in the five second rule?"

"Miley, I have to get going...Now!" Jackson took off, leaving his little sister and her two best friends in a perverbaly cloud of dust.

"Ugh! That brother of mine!" Miley said, disgusted and slammed her locker shut. "He makes my blood boil sometimes!"

"You say that now," Lilly said. "but you won't come the end of the summer."

"Why's that?" Miley asked confused.

"He's graduating this year, isn't he?" Lilly asked.

"He better be!" Miley replied. "I'm getting real sick of his crap!"

"Right." Oliver said, sarcasticly. "Just like I'm sick of the all-you-can-eat buffet at Jimmy's Steak House."

"You're sick after." Lilly told him with a smile.

"Whatever you guys. Let's just go to the beach for while." Miley mubbled. Lilly and Oliver nodded, but Miley was already half way down the hall. They had to sprint to catch up with her.

"Stupid Miley!" Jackson mubled to him self as he pulled in to his driveway. "Always causing some drama!" He got out of the car and in frustration towards his sister,he slammed the door. He stamped off a few steps, but quickly turned around and headed back. "I'm so sorry, sweet baby girl! Daddy didn't mean to slam your door!" He rubbed his hand across the driver side door of the car. "How's about I shine you up before I head to the movies tonight, eh?"

"What the heck are you doing, boy?" Robbie Ray had appeared out from underneath his own car in the garage and had scared Jackson to death.

"Dad!" Jackson shouted. "Why do you always do that!?"

"I'm just at the right place and the right time." Robbie Ray said with a smile. Jackson just rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to check the mail." He informed his dad and walked around to the other side of the house.

Just as he made his way to the mail box, Jackson caught the mail man walking back to his truck.

"Hey Pete." Jackson said. "How are you doing today?"

"Just fine, Jackson." The mail man replied. "How about you?"

"I'm alright." Jackson said. "Anything good in the mail today?"

"I don't look at other people's mail." Pete said, getting in his truck. "Why? Are you looking for something special?"

"I don't know." Jackson replied. "I'm kinda waiting on a notice for something."

"Well, I hope you get whatever it is you're looking for." Pete repiled and started the mail truck. "I've got to get going. Bye Jackson."

"Bye." Jackson called out.

Jackson opend the mail box and a flood of letters spilled out on to the ground.

"Bills, bills, and more bills." He said, leafing through the stack. "Ooh, dad's new guitar magazine issue came! Hey dad?" Jackson called out for his father while still searching through the pile. Before he could beging his next sentence, his eyes caught one particle letter; the last one in the pile. It was formly addressed to Jackson Rod Stewart. Jackson looked for a return address. He was hoping this was the letter he had been waiting for for months.

"Is...is this what I think this is?" He stared eagrly at the letter. "It's got the offical seal...it has to be! Dad!?" Jackson flung the bills and everything else that had came in the mail today on the ground and took off runing. "It's here! It's finally here! I did it!"

What did Jackson get in the mail? Keep reading to find out!