Well, here it is, Chapter 2

I disclaim...


Miley Stewart simply could not wipe the smile from her pretty face as she eyed her visitor from head to toe. To his credit, the visitor smiled right back at her. He stood at about 5'7" ½, sporting inch-long brown hair. His lightly tanned skin shone through his blue board shorts and white T-shirt. His dark-brown, almost black eyes looked into Miley's.

"Hey," he greeted "I just moved into those apartments down the block. I thought I'd pop over and say hey."

His voice told a story, at least in Miley's head. His tone reminder her of Benjamin McKenzie; macho yet subtle.

"Hey," she replied, still slightly giddy from her first impression "I'm Miley Stewart. Welcome to Malibu."

"Thanks," said the young man, extending out his hand "I'm Lucas Bell. My grandpa and I just moved in from New York."

"Nice to meet you Lucas," Miley replied, shaking his hand. Her exhaustion had strangely disappeared "I think I saw your grandpa directing traffic this morning."

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Yeah, that's him. Anyway, I just popped over to say hey, so if you're busy I'll just…"

"No!" Miley accidentally screamed "I…I mean no, I'm not doing anything. In fact, I was just headed off to the beach. Wanna come with?"

"Umm…Yeah sure. I'll just got to go grab my things from the apartment. Meet you there in ten?"

"Okay," Miley quipped as she closed the door "see you in ten."


And with that, she ran down the living room and into Hannah's closet. The transformation was a sight to behold. A mere two minutes ago she was willing to turn in her pop star badge for some decent shut-eye. Now, she felt rejuvenated. Nay, she felt alive! Once in Hannah's closet she sifted through all her swimwear, searching for just the right ensemble.

"This one?" She thought aloud "Nah, too revealing. Rash shirt? No way, too dorky. What the? When in Lord's name did I buy a thong?"

Moments later, her apparel was set; a pink bikini with short, brown board shorts. Revealing, but not too much. Satisfied, she slipped on a white T-shirt, picked up her surf board and made her way to the beach. On the way, she began to wonder about Malibu's newest resident. I wonder what kind of girl he likes? The thoughts swirled. I wonder if he HAS a girl? I didn't hear him talk much, maybe he has that macho New York accent, like James Caan? Or maybe the smooth-talking New York accent, like Al Pacino?


Miley's thoughts continued to wander in her mind as she made her way to the beach. She spotted her two best friends, but no sign of Mr. Bell.

"Hey look, Ollie," a blonde girl shrieked, pointing in Miley's direction "It's the sleeping zombie from Tennessee! You know, the one from 4th period English!"

"Oh, no! Watch it," Oliver replied sarcastically "she might…she may just…DROOL!"

"Will you two shut up! I made it here didn't I?" said Miley, slightly irritated at her friends' immaturity

"Ooh touchy," Lilly remarked "but, okay. We're sorry, we'll stop."

"Yeah, sorry." Oliver agreed

"That's okay, guys," Miley leaned in closer "Just make sure you're on your best behavior. I have someone coming along with us. He's new, so be nice. Oh," she looked across the beach, waving her hand "there he is. Hey, Lucas!"

"Hey Miley." Lucas greeted as he made his way towards the trio

"Guys, this is Lucas Bell. He's from New York."

"Hey." Lilly greeted, shaking his hand

"Hey, dude." Oliver addressed with a salute

" Hey," said Lucas as he stretched his arms "I don't know about you Malibu people, but I'm just drying to get in the water!"

And with that, Lucas removed his shirt.

"W-Wow." Miley and Lilly gasped in unison.


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