T E N
"I love you"
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Miley Stewart wakes up at seven am on June third.
Today is the day, is her first thought; today is the day that Jake comes home. She's been waiting (not so) patiently for a month, and she's ready to see her boyfriend with his sparkly green eyes and golden mop of hair. She's missed him; she's missed him so much.
It's funny, she never thought she'd feel this way about Jake Ryan. She never thought she'd care so much for him. But she does. You see, once you get past his cocky, arrogant exterior, he's actually a really good guy.
She never thought she'd be one of those girls. You know, the ones who put so much faith in their boyfriends, the ones who can't go ten minutes without referencing their sweetie in one way or another.
She's always been so strong and self sufficient, but here she is, falling in love. No, she's not falling, she's already fallen. She's in love.
Miley Stewart is in love.
And it's about time she informs her boyfriend of that fact.
--
Jake Ryan has always been one for flashy shows of affection.
He arrives at the Stewart home in a limo, all decked out in a suave outfit, rose in hand for his pretty pop star. Miley rolls her eyes as she sees the limo pull in her drive way, it's just so Jake.
As soon as he steps out of the car, she's in his arms. She hugs him tight, breathes in the scent of cologne and just a hint of cigarette smoke. It's a nasty habit, but she thinks it's kind of sexy.
"I've missed you so much," She whispers into his shoulder, and he repeats the sentence back to her as her hand skates across the back of his neck. He pulls back to kiss her lightly on the lips.
They smile at eachother for who knows how long, but then Jake is tugging on Miley's hand, pulling her into the limo.
--
They arrive at the restaurant to find an extremely long line at the door.
Jake walks right up to the front, mentions his name to the waiter and soon they are being guided to a secluded section in the back. Miley is stopped at least three times for an autograph as they make their way to their table. She smiles at her fans, and then they catch a glimpse of her boyfriend; they want his autograph too.
Jake grumbles as they sit down, and Miley scolds him.
"Jake, we just made their day. Stop being such a brat."
Jake smiles at his girlfriend, and he likes that about her. He likes how she keeps his feet on the ground. That's Miley's best quality, he thinks; she always manages to remember where she came from and how easily this could all just disappear.
Their dinner is filled with pleasant conversation; he tells her about Puerto Rico, how nice and calm it is there; she tells him about her new song, how the lyrics kind of revolve around him. He asks about her new tour, her face lights up at this new topic of discussion.
"Oh my gosh, Jake, I am so excited! Just guess who's opening for me."
"Hmm, David Artuleta?"
"Ew, no." She laughs.
"Well I don't know! It must be someone big judging by the look on your face."
"Just think about it. Girls love them, they're related..."
"Jonas! It's gotta be Jonas!"
Miley smiles, "Yeah! Their music is amazing, I can't wait."
"Wow, Miles, that's gonna be a huge tour."
"I know," She nods,"but I think I'm ready for it."
"I think you are, too."
They smile at eachother, and Miley thinks just do it Miley come on!
"Jake, I, um, I have to tell you something."
--
Jake's been thinking about telling Miley the truth.
What's the truth, you ask. Well, when he was in Puerto Rico, things happened. Bad things. He hooked up with a couple of girls (one being his co-star), and now that he's back in the states, he feels terrible about it.
He thought he could tell her, he thought he could just say it and then that would be it, but as soon as she looked at him, that went out the window. Miley's big, blue, trusting eyes looked at him so faithfully and he just couldn't.
So he's not going to tell her.
--
Miley reaches out to take his hand.
"Okay, I've never said this before so, I don't really know how to," she sighs," it's just that when you were gone, God I just missed you so much. Like all I wanted to do was see you, talk to you; and I think the only way to explain what that feels like is to say that I love you. So, I love you, Jake."
"I love you, too, Miles." Jake replies effortlessly, because he's an actor; this is just what he does.
She beams at him, leans across the table to kiss him.
Oh God, he thinks, please keep my secrets a secret.
&&
Miley wakes up the next morning, and her first thought is wow I love my boyfriend.
She remembers every minute of last night, she remembers her words, she remembers saying I love you and God it doesn't even feel real.
Miley Stewart loves Jake Ryan and Jake Ryan loves Miley Stewart.
She sighs into her pillows, pleased beyond measure; she never knew life could be so good. She has an amazing career, awesome friends, and a fairytale romance... it couldn't get any better.
"I make them good girls go bad..."
Miley jumps at the sound of her phone ringing, she rolls over with a groan to grab the device off of her bedside table.
"Lilly it's too early - " She says to her best friend.
"Miley! Oh my God, Miley I'm so sorry I just heard! He's such a d-bag! I hate him!"
"Wait wait wait, slow down. What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you haven't - just turn on your tv."
"Okay?"
Miley searches through the covers for her remote, she find it, flips on the tv. It just so happens that the tv's already on E! and when she looks at the screen, the images that appear make her stomach lurch.
"Miley? Are you there?"
Miley shuts her phone, shuts out Lilly's voice. She stares at the tv for a moment, watching as the pictures change but the headline stays the same.
New pictures showing Jake Ryan and Tawni Hart, his co-star, lip-locking in a club in Puerto Rico.
There are words accompanying that statement, stupid words that don't even matter. The only thing that Miley can comprehend is the fact that Jake is kissing a girl, a girl that isn't her and it's too much. Too much.
She makes a run for her bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time to dry heave into it. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, no no no. Miley leans against the wall opposite of the toilet, her head leaning back against the hard surface, one sentence running through her head.
Jake lied.
--
Miley leaves her position on the floor thirty minutes later.
She has a job to do, and she's not canceling an appearance for Jake Ryan, the bastard. She hates him. She hates him.
She dresses in silence. She listens hard to the stillness because she knows that as soon as she steps outside questions will be thrown at her and it will be so loud.
She comes downstairs to find her father speaking furiously into his cell phone.
"She can't do it today! Have you seen those pictures, she just can't do it - "
"Daddy?"
Robbie Ray spins around at the sound of his daughter's voice, an apoligetic look on his face.
"I'm going." She says firmly, nodding at the phone in his hand.
He looks at her questioningly, but then he says she'll be there before flipping his phone shut.
"Are you okay, Miles?" He asks.
"I'm fine, Daddy. Let's go."
--
Jake hasn't called her.
He hasn't called her, not once.
She wouldn't have answered, of course, but he still hasn't called and that hurts. It really hurts because he's not even making an effort. He's not even trying.
"So, Miley, today we learned about Jake Ryan's escapades in Puerto Rico. Did you already know, or were these pictures news to you, too?"
"I, um, was not aware of what he did. I saw the pictures on tv this morning just like everyone else."
The audience oh's collectively and she does not let her face show any sign of what she's feeling. She answers the rest of the host's questions on auto-pilot, her mind is somewhere else.
She keeps thinking about Jake, and she hates him so much.
"Tell us about your new tour, Miley."
She opens her mouth to speak, and at that moment, her phone vibrates in her pocket.
Its him its him Jake fucking Ryan God I hate him he screwed that girl Tawni Hart he screwed her and I hate him.
She stares vacantly ahead for a moment, but then she remembers she's on a live show so she talks about her tour like nothing's wrong.
It hurts.
--
By the time Miley leaves the show, she has one missed call from Jake Ryan.
Only one.
She sits on the couch, no tv, only John Mayer playing in the background. Her phone rings, she glances at it: Oliver. Oh, Oliver, it'd be nice to have him around.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Miles, you wanna open the gate for me?"
She sighs, walks over to the control panel to unlock the entrance gate.
Oliver joins her on the couch five minutes later, and they sit together; no words, only the soft sound of guitar filling the silence.
"If it makes you feel any better, I never liked him."
Miley lets a small smile creep onto her lips, she looks over at him, and he smiles too.
"He told me he loved me last night, Oliver."
Oliver looks her in the eye, and he says Miley, I'm sorry.
"He's only called me once. Once. He didn't even try, it's like I mean nothing to him..." she trails off shaking her head.
--
Miley turns on the tv eventually.
They watch half of the fifth Harry Potter before she says anything
"Thanks for coming, Oliver."
He smiles that Oliver smile.
"No problem, Miles."
Miley looks into his eyes, they are a deep, dark brown, and she sees so much in that one color. They are so different from Jake Ryan's eyes, they are so true and they don't lie; she doesn't think they could ever lie.
She feels herself lean in, closer, closer, and then her lips are on his. She's kissing Oliver! It feels wrong and right at the same time, yes and no, terrible and amazing. For a split second, she thinks of Lilly. She thinks of her best friend and she thinks of how much she cares for the boy she's making out with.
She's torn, completely torn; stop because of Lilly, or continue because she wants to.
Oliver's lips move over hers, and she makes her decision.
---
Later, they're in Miley's bed and she can't sleep.
She wonders how things could've changed so dramatically in twelve hours.
She doesn't fucking understand.
And she's scared, so, so scared.
Things have started to fall apart, and she thinks that maybe this is a mistake she can't take back.
She sighs, looks over at Oliver's sleeping form.
Miley Stewart's life just got a whole lot more complicated.
okay, I realize there might be some confusion with this story, so I'm gonna try to clear all that up :)
for starters, there is no Hannah Montana, Lola Luftnangle, or Mike Stanley. Miley got famous on her own, she brought along Lilly and Oliver for the ride. They are famous as Miley, Lilly, and Oliver.
each chapter chronicles one quote, and a few characters. the characters will become intertwined with one another as we go along. I was planning on doing a complete mix up of pairings and couples, but that didn't happen as well as I'd planned; so most pairings stay true to their own shows. like we have Jake/Miley. this chapter took me a while, and i'm not really all that happy with it. other chapters will be better, i promise.
I really hope you guys like this, seeing as I've got so much support from only a little prologue.