I forgot my dedication for my Hocus Pocus story, so I'm putting it here. It's dedicated to Kenny Ortega for directing literally the best movie in the world. No, not HSM, HOCUS POCUS! Whoooo!

I just watched HSM and submitted, like, 6 or 7 shou-out things, and they didn't use any! Okay, I just saw the new episode. After it ended, all I could think of was, "Jake, you're dating Hannah Montana!" So, I wrote a short one-shot about my thoughts. This is about 2 months after the new episode. It's not as good as my others, since it was just produced. Oooo, I have anHSM fic, written today, that I'm gonna type up real quick and then post. So, look out for it! By the way, I'm not very good at writing the "I, me, my" form, so it might be bad, especially since it's midnight on Friday and I'm very tired. Anyway, enjoy!

Jake,

You're dating Hannah Montana. I know, I should have told you before, but I was afraid of how you'd react. I know you're in Romania right now, but I'm going to try and visit soon, as a publicity stunt. Try not to meet any cute girls while you're gone, okay?

Your's truly,

Miley

"So, what do you think?" Miley had handed the pre-written letter to her best friend in the whole world, Lilly Truscott. The letter was written on pink paper, and was lightly sprittzed with Miley's perfume, in case Jake wanted a whiff of home, or his girlfriend.

"Truthfully, I think it's perfect. Concise, heartfelt... perfect. I really hope things work between you guys, but how do we know he hasn't met someone else? I mean, he's been gone for two months!"

"I just have to hope that he's being faithful. Besides, it would've been in the tabloids or magazines that he has a girlfriend. His 'no-name girlfriend' isn't there, yet, so... I don't know, Lilly. I just have to hope." Miley sat there, at her desk, head in her hands, hearing but not really listening to Lilly's encouraging words. How did she feel about Jake? Did she like him? Hell, yeah! But, did she love him? Well, she didn't really know what love was. Was he thinking about her right now?

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Oh, great. Another photo shoot. This hott, young babe and my co-star is in my arms, and I have a girlfriend back home. But no one here cares, because no one here knows. I've been living in Romania for a little over two months, working on a movie, and I haven't told any of my co-stars that I have a girlfriend. Not even the director! When I have a kiss scene or a close photo shoot, I just have to grin and bear it, as if I were single. I have to tell someone. Someone needs to know that I have a no-name girlfriend, even if she pushes me off walls.

That was an interesting day. My first kiss with a girl I really like. Okay, so it's not my first kiss, but it was the first girl I really liked. Miley. Wow, how awesome is that name? But, a no-name girlfriend? For someone of my standings, that's just sad. What if I publicly went gay? Miley would be pissed! I need a way to tell everyone that I have a girlfriend without them knowing she's a nobody.

"Everyone, take five while I re-load the camera!" The photographer shouted.

Someone started walking over to me. She looked familiar. Didn't she give me my mail? Yup, I see a letter or two in her hands. "Jake, some mail came for you."

Her name was Carrie, right? Eh, it's worth a shot... "Thanks, Carrie!" Was I right? A curt nod and she walked away. Well, I guess her name's Carrie. Sweet, I was right! Okay, I'm going to read my mail, now, before someone thinks I'm crazy. I walk to my trailer while looking at the mail. Three monthly magazines, all with his "mug shot" on the front promoting the movie. A letter from his parents; from Oliver (they'd gotten surprisingly close while he was gone); one from Miley. His heart stopped. The first letter she'd sent him since he left. It was in a pink envelope. He opened his trailer door and sat down in a seat at his desk. He put everything else down, reading Miley's letter first.

He opened it, and he went into shock...

Holy crap! Okay, that's it. A one-shot, unless someone wants me to continue it. I've been writing a lot of one-shots that are requested to be continued. Okay, not a lot, but I do have a lot of one-shots in my notebook. Okay, dedication. Uh, how about to me, when I myself was 11 and ¾.

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