A Girl Can Dream Chapter 2: Some Dreams Come True, a hannah montana fanfic

Disclaimer: la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! I don't own Hannah Montana – but I own that song at the end; PLEASE do not steal it! I wrote that with my blood, tears and sweat! Please don't take it away from me without permission!!!!!!!

AN: Who's been waiting for this one? Ha ha. I know… I know. I said I wasn't going to continue this… but I have a couple of reviewers here who just made me think about getting this done.

AlwaysxAddicted, sam91, Future StArLeT 101 and Jesse McCartney's Girlfriend (although I believe that I am his girlfriend; we can share, right!?)… this is for you. And yes – this one's the end. No more. Just this! I am warding you guys off for anymore continuations! I am making the walls higher so you won't get into my evil lair.

mileymontana, I couldn't get rid of this idea first, but don't worry; Her Scent will be updated some time AFTER The English Project. Ha ha. Just give me a couple of days (maybe a week); I have four exams and my final paper to do this week and next week.

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Some Dreams Come True

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Jake folded the letter… pinched himself hard, "OW!", then opened and read it again.

Nope.

There it was. A letter from Miley saying that she liked him.

A letter he wanted to read. A confession he'd been waiting to hear.

He smiled.

He folded the letter the way he received it, took his wallet out from his back pocket and placed the letter in it. He returned the wallet to its rightful place with a BIG smile on his face that Amber and Ashley, who were about to greet him and to tell him and say they found Rachel in the bathroom crying, stop short of reaching him and just watched him.

Next, he deposited his unneeded belongings in the locker and got the ones he did need. He closed the locker, turned to the couple of blushing, dumbstruck girls (there was an expression on his face they've never seen before) and made his way to the classroom, where he would confess to Miley once and for all.

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……………………………………………………………….Miley/Jake………………………………………………………………

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There was a steady beat of a head hitting a desk that had everyone point and laugh in Lilly Truscott's and Oliver Oken's general direction.

"Miley!" THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! "Stop it!"

"I," thump "can't," thump "believe" thump "I" thump "did" thump "that!" THUMP! She looked up at her best friends who were worried about her. Her forehead was red from the abuse. Before she could continue slamming her head into the desk Oliver spoke up and said, "Miles, I think the desk has been punished enough."

Lilly glared at him and hit his arm. "You donut!" She turned to her troubled friend. "Miley, just stop it. Tell us what you did so bad that you're hurting yourself badly."

Response? THUMP!

"Okay, that wasn't an answer."

Oliver said with his pointer finger in the air, "An answer would require you opening your mouth and sound coming from your voice box."

Grrrrrrnnnnnnn.

"Moanin' and groanin' doesn't count!"

Miley groaned again and put her hands up to her face just as Jake came in the room and make his way to her chair, looking really excited. She, barely coherently, said, "I did something stupid. Let's just say that it would've been better if we didn't steal the tape back and Jake saw it." Poke. "At least I know he didn't have a girlfriend then, and I wouldn't be a boyfriend stealer." Poke, poke." Now, he's gonna hate me. He's with someone, and I told him I liked him anyway!!! And here I am, hoping against all hope that he still likes me, drops the other girl so he could be with me; maybe shove it in Ashley and Amber's faces so that they actually back off and leave him alone and don't for one second think that I will let the opportunity pass by if Rachel tries somethin' 'cause she was definitely smug about the whole thing when she got together with Jake…" Nudge, poke, nudge! "AND WHAT IS IT?!" She removed her hands and glared at her best friends. They were asking her to explain and now they interrupting her!

What was the matter with the world today?!

Oliver quickly backed away from poking Miley and Lilly put a hand to her eyes. She just pointed in a direction.

Miley turned around and saw Jake. He was wearing a slightly dazed expression especially after listening to her ramble. It was apparent that he read the letter already.

"Oh my God!" She got out of her seat and rushed out of the class, running into the bathroom. She heard Lilly ask, "Where is she going?" but ignored it. She wants to confront Jake (like after school, maybe even never) later rather than sooner. She washed her face. Oh what did she expect anyway? That he would take the note and read it later when it's time for bedtime?

She turned the faucet off and, for the first time since coming into the girl's bathroom, heard someone crying in one of the stalls. "Hello? Who's there?"

Whoever it was hiccupped and stopped her sobbing. "I," hic "am gonna be fine." Hic. "You don't have to worry about me." Hic. "Just please, go away." More hiccupping ensued.

Miley quickly deduced that the crying girl was in the stall that was furthest into the bathroom. She went there and talked more softly. "It's okay if you don't want me to know who you are… but I want to help you out. Besides, there's ten minutes till class starts."

The hiccups were subsiding but the girl in the stall still kept silent.

"Tell you what; I'll talk first – I'll tell you why I'm in this bathroom right now… if you tell me why you're here. I'll even lock the door so no one can come inside."

"Trade secrets?" Her voice had a hopeful ring to it, as if the idea pleased her.

"Yeah."

"Will you go first?"

"Of course." Miley went ahead and checked the other stalls. The bathroom was empty. She locked the door. "Okay, I'm avoiding this guy I like. He's in all of my classes, and I gave him a letter where I confessed what I felt about him. I even went as far as to quote a song which basically says that I can only dream about him now that he's together with someone else. The thing is, now I am afraid of what he'll say or do, what will happen to us – especially since we are still friends now. I thought I was okay with just getting the truth out in the open. But I'm not. I'm also actually guilty of what I did too – because he has a girlfriend and I gave that letter anyway. I might as well have gone up to him and kissed him in front of his girlfriend. It was wrong."

The girl interrupted her, "It wasn't wrong. You were trying to get your feelings off your chest. If you kissed him, THAT would be wrong. You were just letting him know that you liked him. Now if he decides to go after you, while he's with his girlfriend and you know about it – then that would be wrong. If…" She trailed off and paused for a little while.

A little while passed before Miley decided to ask her to continue. "If what?"

"If he liked you back, and broke up with his girlfriend – it wouldn't be wrong either. You let him know you liked him; he wanted to pursue a relationship with you and didn't want to string the other girl along. It wouldn't be your fault, except if you pursued a relationship with the guy behind the other girl's back. Don't be guilty. You can't help who you liked anymore than he can help who he likes."

The more Miley thought about it, the more the guilty and uneasy feeling she had about the entire thing went away. Her fear of the consequences of her actions faded away too. "Thanks. Now, why couldn't I think of that?"

"It's because we, as human beings, focus so much on the inside details of what happened to us. It's personal and we tend to make biased judgments or thoughts about it. If you get a chance to view your situation from an objective point of view, rather than the subjective, you will understand more about it – and make better decisions."

"Wow. You're really smart!"

"Thanks. Uhmm, I feel a lot better now. If you wouldn't mind will you go out ahead of me? I want to wash my face and I don't really want anyone to see me this way."

Miley said, "Oh sure! No problem. Glad I helped you out. And, thanks – whoever you are." She unlocked the bathroom and started to exit it. "I'll see you around."

"Some dreams come true, Miley. Just remember that."

"What? How did you know it – never mind… I am the only one in this school with this accent. But, what do you mean?"

She received no reply. She waited a little more before shrugging and focusing on her next task: go to class. Whatever is supposed happen, will happen. Might as well face the music now. She let the door close behind her as the girl in the furthermost stall exited.

Rachel shakily walked to the sink and washed her face. She whispered in the empty bathroom, "I knew it. I should have known." But, now I know better, she thought.

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There was a spotlight on a sixteen-year-old girl with long brown hair and had piercing green eyes. She had a guitar and she was sitting on a stool. A roar of applause filled the entire room.

She cleared her throat and the crowd din quieted down, somewhat. "You guys are amazing. Now I know why my parents dared to dream about being up on a stage like this. Thank you!" More screams and applauses met her ears.

"We want more! We want more!" The crowd chanted.

"Okay, okay. Chillax, you guys! I just want to take this time now, and tell you guys that it's been an AMAZING journey with all of you. Thanks to all of you for being here with me tonight; my family and friends, my band, the camera crew, the stage crew, the security personnel and of course, the fans."

More screams.

"I want to take you guys all the way back to when I first started writing songs. I have never dared release this before, but in honor of two very important people in my life; I would like to sing this for you all. I hope you guys like it."

Daddy told me a story one time

It was happy and it was sad

'Twas about how there was a boy who liked this girl

And whenever he had a chance he'd say that

He liked her and wondered if she would ever

Go out with him for dinner

But she said no –

So he'd ask if she'd want to go with him to the school dance

But she said no –

And because he had nothing else to say

He let her go on her way

He let her pass by while smiling with closed eyes

Not letting her see, that he was crying inside

Daddy told me a story one time

It was wonderful and it was painful

You see there was this boy who liked this girl

And when he's got the guts he'd say that

He liked her and wondered if she would like to

Go and watch a movie

But she said no –

So he'd asked if she would like to go for a walk on the beach

But she said –

And because he thought he knew what she would say

He let her go on her way

He let her pass by while smiling with closed eyes

Not seeing that she was melting little by little inside…

So I asked, "did she ever say yes?"

And daddy said, "the boy asked someone else..."

"What happened? Did they ever get together?"

Daddy smiled, "Well, she caught him unaware.

"She gave him a letter... it said what she had felt inside…"

Daddy told me a story one time

About when he was a boy…

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