Show: Hannah Maontanna

Rating: T

Title: Moonlit Masquerades

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Hannah Montanna', 'Disney Channel', 'Electric Light Orchestra', 'Don't Let Me Down Bruce' or any of the random quotes from 'The Labryinth'. There, I said it. No sueing!

A/N: Hey Everyone! I was in Mexico over New Year and one of the only channels in english was the Disney Channel. I ended up having way too much caffine one night, so I couldn't sleep. What was the Disney Channel showing? Why, the Hannah Montanna marathon! I was surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it. I was watching some Jake and Miley videos on YouTube, then I got into the car where my mom was blasting Electric Light Orchestra's "Don't Let Me Down Bruce". The following story is the strange pandimonium that ensued.

Summary: Jake's film takes longer then expected. After six months he returns from Romania, but who does he find with Miley on the beach? Beware: In this story everything seems possible, and nothing is what it seems.

The sandy blonde teenager didn't look any different from anyone else in the crowded airport. He had a black carry on bag, sunglasses, and iPod earphones in his ears. He passed over all his information at the checkpoints, ignoring the surprised lookes on the faces of the workers and security gaurds who saw his passport. He was in the last checkpoint before the loading dock when a braod shouldered man wearing a security uniform walked up to him.

"Mr. Ryan?"

The boy looked up, pulling the earphones out. He shifted slightly, glancing around from under his shades.

"Uh, yeah?"

The man unclipped the ropes seperating the lines.

"This way sir. You've been upgraded."

"But I'm already Fist Class."

"I know Mr. Ryan"

People around the two began to whisper, trying to get a closer look at the scene unfolding in front of then. A shriek pierced over the gentle background conversations.

"It's Jake Ryan! OH MY GOD!!!! I love you zombie slayer!!!"

Jake cursed mentally, ripping off his 'disguise' and racing towards the opening in the ropes, straight for the franticly beckoning security guard who had informed him of his upgrade. He slid past the man. By now the entire line was in an uproar. Teenage girls were desparatly screaming and reaching out to him. Some broke past the backup security guards and began to chase the 'Hottest Guy of the Year' according to every teen magazine out there.

The Zombie High star ran as fast as he could in the crowded airport, sliding on the tile floor and trying to keep track of the security guards directing him. He slammed into one of the doors marked 'Exit' into the Romainian sunlight. He could hear his persuers close behind. A small private jet was idleing on the runway in front of him.

"Where's the plane?!"

Jake yelled. The lone security guard still running with him pointed to the jet.

"I was upgraded to a JET?!"

The stairs were down, the steward and stewardess were waving to the teen star, calling encouragement. Jake Ryan hit the stairs running, taking them two at a time. The security guard stood at the bottom, bracing himself for the wave of females careening his way.

The stairs were folding into the plane while Jake was still sprinting up them. As soon as his foot hit the floor the pilot was taxiing down the runway. In record time they were airborn.

"Would you like to sit down and have a drink Mr. Ryan?"

Jake nodded, holding his side and wheezing. The stewardess escourted him to a plush leather seat as the steward handed him a Diet Pepsi.

"Ugh."

Jake groaned. Everything would have been fine if the airport had just let him get into his normal first class seat on the normal plane. He would have quickly put on the always supplied blinders and pulled on the beanie he had in his bag and slept until his layover then slept in his disguise again until he reached Malibu. He could have avoided this entire ordeal.

Jake had changed. He tried to fit in more now, deflate his ego so he could get closer to the people around him. But it wasn't easy, just as this whole airport thing proved. He had been like this ever since...well, ever since Miley Cyrus.

She was incredible. It was just like he had told Hannah Montanna. Miley treated him like a person, not a movie star. She was sweet, funny, beautiful, smart, kind, honest, fiery, strong, stubborn, not to mention totally into him.

Just like he was into her. Before he had left for Romania he had kissed her. They had been arguing, her face had been so close to his, the smell of her shampoo so plesantly distracting, the fire in her eyes so passionate. He couldn't help himself. When he had grabbed her head, her hair was so soft. The feel of her lips on his and the way she put her hands instantly on his waist as he held her face had almost driven him insane. Their kiss had ended far too soon.

He closed his eyes and smiled, reliving that perfect moment again. When he opened his eyes, the plane was taking off again after a short stop for more fuel.

Next stop: Malibu.

Well, what do you think? It won't all revolve around Jake, I just thought it would be easier to start off with where he was.

There won't be a whole lot of Oliver, Jackson, or Lily. SORRY!!!!

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Gone Crazy and Staying There,

Wolfy101