AN: My first Hannah Montana Christmas story! Expect this to be done by Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Well, anyway, enjoy!

Chapter One: Can't Get Home

Michael found himself standing on his sister's porch, watching the snow fall gently onto the street before him. The snow was falling slowly, but gently, and in a manner of a few hours, almost everything in sight was covered in a blanket of white powdery snow. If there was one thing that he missed about his hometown and neighborhood Jennings ever since moving out to Malibu a few years earlier, it, without a single doubt in his mind, would have to be a calm and quiet snowfall on Christmas Eve.

The only thing that could make this evening perfect would be if his friend, and secret crush, Miley Stewart, were to join him.

Michael let out a happy sigh as he thought about his very pretty friend. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Miley, Michael would have had a really terrible first few weeks in his new hometown, and school for that matter. It was for that he was really grateful to her. Out of nowhere during their friendship, he began to develop some romantic feelings for her. They were both sort of awkward early in their teen years, but Michael noticed that Miley had grown into a very beautiful young lady.

Michael wanted to tell her how he really felt about her, but he never really got the nerve to do so. Man. Life can be one cruel, mean,-

Michael felt someone grab his hand and stand right next to him. Michael turned around, and saw a familiar brunette standing right next to him.

"Hey, nice scenery, huh?" Miley said.

"Yeah, it is." Michael answered her. Michael found himself stealing looks at his friend, who had her eyes set on the snow-covered scenery in front of her.

"I have had a really great time out here. Your sister and your niece are really lively spirits." Miley said. Michael laughed, as he knew all too well just how his family can, and in this situation, did get. Miley walked around and looked at him right in his face, their blue eyes meeting.

"Michael, do you know what that is?" miley smiled looking up and pointing. Michael looked up, and his face went immediately red.

Mistletoe.

"You know what to do when someone catches you under mistletoe, right?" Miley asked him.

"Yeah, I do." Michael answered. Miley smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave her friend a really warm smile.

Wait, she isn't going to do what I think that she is going to do, is she? Michael thought.

The question in his mind was confirmed, as her face was moving closer to his. Michael just closed his eyes, and braced himself for what was coming...

Michael woke up, and realized that he was in the room adjacent from the recording room in Memphis, Tennessee. He and Hannah were here because she had to record a Christmas song before Christmas, which was only six days away. He sat up from the couch, and looked around. Michael tried to remember why he came out here in the first place. He took the magazine off of his chest, and sat up. He got the crick out of his neck, stretched, and walked to the recording room. He saw that it was open slightly, and stepped inside.

Hannah was just finishing recording a song with another teen singer, Jeff Martin. Michael sat behind the producer, in a corner out of sight and mind, watching the entire exchange with Jeff and Hannah go down.

All Michael could do was watch with a jealous and envious look on his face. Jeff was talking to Hannah, and she was eating it up, happy and laughing like a school girl. Now he remembered why he left the room in the first place.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeff leaned in and gave Miley a peck on the cheek. At that moment, Michael literally felt his heart break into a million pieces.

I can't take this. I can't take watching her having fun with someone else. Michael said, getting up and leaving the room, literally fighting back tears in his eyes.

Michael was sitting outside the recording room when he heard Miley (or in this case, Hannah) exit the recording studio. She looked towards her blonde friend and smiled happily.

"Ready to head home?" Hannah asked him.

"Sure, let's go." Michael said without emotion. Hannah wondered what was wrong with him, but she didn't have time to question it, as it was now time to head back to California.

Or so they thought...

Michael and Miley were on their plane heading back to Malibu about an hour or two after they left their recording session in Memphis. Everything was going according to plan, but Michael still couldn't take his eyes off of the beauty sleeping next to him. Very carefully, Michael took a strand of hair that was in her face, and tucked it behind her right ear. Sighing happily, Michael closed his eyes, and was about to go to sleep when the pilot came over the intercom.

Passengers, due to the snowstorm that we have ran into, we will be making an emergency landing at Lambert Airport in St. Louis, Missouri. Sorry for any inconvenience, and we will be landing shortly.

Michael felt both excitement, and anxious at the same time. He was going back to his home town with Miley. There was something terrible about that little fact at the same time. Not to sound like a broken record,but he was going back to his home town with Miley. His family was really eccentric.

As the plane made it's descent, Michael felt his heart grow nervous. This was going to be a really interesting event, no doubt about it.

AN: Well, read and review to see what happen next!