I don't own Hannah Montana! On with the story!
Hannah Montana—
"Okay, I'm all set for my date on the beach with Jake. How do I look?" I asked for Lilly's opinion.
She examined me for a few seconds then turned away.
"Yeah, yeah you look great," she finally answered lying on my bed, seeming not to care,
"Don't you think he'll be jealous, though?"
I stared at Lilly the same way I stared at Jackson each day; pure confusion.
"Who?" I asked.
Lilly turned over on her stomach, "You know, Oliver! Don't you think he'll be jealous of you and Jake?"
I turned to the mirror and continued examining myself.
"Why would he be jealous?" I finally asked.
Lilly turned and starred at me with an obviously annoyed face. She sat there in silence and I paused, waiting for her to say something… or at least STOP STARRING AT ME!
"You're kidding right?" she finally said, breaking the silence.
"Um… No. I'm not…"
I felt foolish answering this question. I felt as if I was just let in on old news.
"Oliver has 'secret' feelings for you, Miles. Isn't it obvious?" Lilly asked rhetorically.
I shook my head. Lilly continued to explain Oliver's, supposedly secret, feelings for me. How ever since he found out I was Hannah Montana, he hasn't looked at me as his friend Miley. He now looked at me as his crush Miley… at least this was what Lilly thought.
My computer beeped. Lilly ran to over to see what it was.
"Oh," she said with a smirk on her face, "Oliver IM-ed you."
I took the wireless keyboard away from her and began to IM Oliver.
SmokinOken56: hey, Miles!
SmileyMiley124: hi, Oliver! What's up?
He didn't reply as quickly as I hoped he would.
"Where'd he go?" Lilly asked in a worried voice.
"I don't know…" I answered not taking my eyes off the screen.
I began to type again.
SmileyMiley124: r u there?
SmokenOken56: yea… just thinking…
Lilly took the keyboard away from me and typed.
SmileyMiley124: about what?
SmokenOken56: stuff…
SmileyMiley124: what stuff?
There was a long pause.
SmokenOken56: well…
I looked at my watch. It read 5:52pm. I grabbed the keyboard from Lilly.
SmileyMiley124: sorry, Oliver! I have to go on my date with Jake!
SmileyMiley124 signed off
"Hey!" Lilly said,
"He was about to squeal!"
I only looked in the mirror and fixed my hair a little. I continued to avoid her questions, fearing that I might come to the conclusion that Oliver DOES like me.
Ding-Dong
"It's Jake!" I said, suddenly freaked.
My hands started running through my hair, my heart raced, my thoughts traveled in my head all at once. The pressure suddenly began to hit me.
"What are you doing?" Lilly asked standing up and grabbing me by the shoulders,
"GO ANSWER THE DOOR!"
I did as instructed, although it took me a while to process this action in my head. As I reached for the door, my hand froze. I took a deep breath and continued. The door swung open to reveal a smiling Jake with flowers.
"Hey, Miley," Jake said, his smile growing wider,
"I brought some flowers for you."
He stuck out his hand grasping a bouquet of flowers.
"Oh my god, Jake! These are beautiful!" I grabbed the tulips and held them to my nose as I whiffed the sweet scent. I placed them in an empty vase and was on my way with Jake.
We walked and talked for hours around the beach heading towards no certain destination. Later, we stopped to eat at Rico's, a restaurant on the beach where my brother worked. Jake and I carried on with our conversations until, of course, Jackson walked by.
"Hi, Miles!" Jackson said with a smile on his face.
He obviously planned to embarrass me.
"Oh no, Jackson!" I hid my face behind Jake.
"Oh, come on! I'm your big brother, Miley. Would I ever embarrass you?" he asked with an innocent look on his face, then turned to Jake,
"Hey, aren't you that zombie slayer on T.V.?"
Jackson already knew that Jake was a celebrity, he apparently had a plan.
"Yep, that's me alright!" Jake said proudly.
Jackson put on an excited face on and said, "No way! I need to go get my camera. Will you stay here so that I can go grab it?"
Jake smiled, "Sure, anything for a fan."
I watched Jackson run across the beach toward home and the farther he ran the happier I was, and the more I thought.
"Was that your brother?" Jake asked me.
"Unfortunately, yes," I said turning back to Jake.
While I stared at Jake's smile, I forgot about Jackson and the rest of the world. Right now, only Jake and I existed.
A little while later, Jackson returned with not just a camera in hand, but also about twenty-five, screaming girls.
"Hey, Miley!" Jackson said than snapped a few pictures of me and Jake being attacked by swarming fans,
"I just brought a couple of friends back with me. Hope you don't mind."
Flashes from cameras blinded us. The girls grabbed out for Jake. One girl grasped him by the shirt and started pulling him away from me.
"Miley!" Jake screamed holding his arm out to me while disappearing into the crowd.
My anger intensified.
"Oh, now it's on!" I said and without thinking, I clawed at the girl's arm, pulling it from Jake's.
The girl tugged back and paid no attention to Jake, but to her now burning red arm. More hands swung out to grab Jake away from me. I got angrier and angrier. And soon my anger turned to rage. I grabbed another arm and bit. I grabbed two more arms and twisted.
"OUCH!" screamed two familiar voices followed by an, "Ooh! Stiz…"
In that instant, I knew it was Amber and Ashley. That made me angrier. I swatted the crazy fans away from me and Jake (mostly Jake). After I ran out of energy from fighting, Jake and I ran to my house, escaping from the crazed fans. We were gasping for breath. It was now 9:43pm. We had been running for an hour.
"We made it," I said panting.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," he said staring at me.
I looked at him confused and said, "Why are you sorry?"
"Those fans were out of control! It totally ruined our date, and for that I'm sorry…" Jake put his hand on his heart being melodramatic, but still showing that he was really sincere.
I don't know what happened, but at that moment I fell into deeper love with Jake. I felt as though I could trust him completely. I grabbed his hand and kissed him passionately.
"Come on, I want to show you something."
I took Jake to my room.
"I hope I'm doing the right thing…"
"Miley, what do you want to show me?" Jake asked smiling, but I was not.
"I… I need to show you something important…" I said nervously.
Jake did not smile now. He put on a serious face for me.
"But before I show you what I need to show you, I need to know… Do you love me?" I asked biting my lip.
He looked at me with those big green eyes. I had to look away, it was too distracting and in a way, painful.
"Do you love me?" Jake asked.
Those words pierced my heart.
"Answer the question, Jake…"
My eyes were now shut.
"Of course I love you," he said.
I released my breath and opened my eyes. Jake moved in to kiss me, but I turned away.
"Wait… This could be your last kiss with Jake…"
Then, I grabbed Jake and kissed him. He was in shock. We held each other tightly, but gently. I stopped to breathe and the then continued. Jake tripped and fell on my bed. I went tumbling down on top of him. We still kissed. When we were finally done, I sat on my bed next to him.
"Jake…" I whispered.
"Miley?" Jake said tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.
"What's your favorite Hannah Montana song?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't think I was weird.
"Um… I don't know… I like all of them."
"Fine, than I'll sing one," I said and got up, ready to sing.
I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then,
"If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
That you'd fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song"
I opened my eyes. Jake sat there in bewilderment.
"What have I done…?"
