Chapter 3: Blonde Hair
"Hello Jake, how are you?" Robbie Ray greeted to Jake as he opened the front door.
"Hi Mr. Stewart, I'm good. Is Miley ready for school?" Jake asked.
"I'm not sure, I haven't seen her this morning. Why don't you go check on her?"
"Okay."
"Don't forget to knock before going in her room!" Robbie Ray called as Jake shot upstairs.
Jake got to the entrance of Miley's room, and raised his hand next to the door. He was about to knock, when he noticed that the door was wide open.
"Miley," he called as he cautiously walked into the room looking for her.
"Miley…" he repeated right before he got to her closet. Jake curiously walked through regular closet and found himself in a much larger room.
"Hannah?!" Jake exclaimed as he saw the blonde sleeping on the couch. She woke up and tiredly lifted her head. As she did, the wig on her head, which had become undone sometime overnight, slid off. Miley rubbed her eyes, then opened them to see Jake quickly walk out of the room. Horrified, she touched her head, feeling the bun she left it in last night. Then she began to remember everything last night.
Meanwhile, Jake quickly walked out of Miley's room, and picked up pace as he ran down stairs and past a confused Robbie Ray. Miley got out of her room in time to hear the door slam.
Miley shot up; cold sweat dripping off her face. She looked at her surroundings she was still in the Hannah closet. As she got out of the closet, she noticed that the sun was rising; it slipped in threw the blinds. The dream had felt so real to her. 'Was it a sign?' she thought. 'Should I tell Jake my secret?' Miley read the clock, 7 o clock.
"Already?" she thought aloud. She decided to get ready for school a little earlier than usual.
When she heard the doorbell ring, she knew Jake was there. She got her bag and ran downstairs.
"Bye dad!" she called.
"Bye bud!" Robbie Ray calls from the kitchen. "Don't forget, you have a concert tonight." Jackson of course, had already left because he goes to high school, which starts earlier.
"Again?!" she complains as she walks toward him.
"Yeah, I thought it would be a good idea to book two nights at the stadium since your next concert isn't till next month," Robbie Ray explains.
"Alright," Miley says. It wasn't worth whining over, when all the plans were already made. "I'll see you after school," she gave her dad a kiss on the cheek and walk out the front door.
"Hey Miley," Jake greeted once Miley had closed the front door to her house.
"Hey Jake," Miley said.
"So, I was thinking, we could sneak in on Monday. It would be better, less chances of getting caught," Jake explained.
"Yeah, sure," Miley replied.
She felt guilty that she hadn't told Jake her secret. She was scared that last night's nightmare would come true, and Jake would find out that she was Hannah Montana on accident, but she was even more scared the if she told him her secret, he would not except it, and then, she would lose everything that they have.
Miley pretty much was spaced out the whole day. Thoughts kept running through her head. Should I tell him? Should I keep it a secret? If I do, what if he finds out himself? Would he be mad? Would he want to break up? Or would he be happy? Yeah, right! What if I told him and he got mad and told the world? Would he do that?
At the concert that night, she performed the same line up as yesterday, except this time; it was to a different crowd. Lilly as Lola, and Robbie Ray, as Hannah's manger, were backstage cheering her on as always.
Afterwards, she signed autographs and then Lilly and Robbie Ray left so she can change out of her concert clothes. A few minutes later, she walked out of her dressing room's bathroom with a purple robe over some comfortable clothes and a matching purple headband over her blonde wig. (A/N: sorta like in "Lilly Do You Wanna Know Secret?") Miley screamed when she saw someone sitting at her couch, but automatically stopped when she noticed it was Jake. Jake and Hannah had been good friends for a while.
"Jake, don't you ever knock?" Miley asked, pretending to be somewhat angry.
"Sorry Hannah, I just wanted to talk with you for a bit," Jake says.
Miley grew nervous; she was worried that Jake would recognize her because Hannah hadn't talked to Jake since before he had gotten together with Miley, which was before the apocalypse almost happened.
"About what?" Miley asked as she hesitantly walked over to Jake and sat on the couch.
"Stuff…"
Miley stared at her lap; too caught up in her own thoughts to notice the way that Jake was staring at her. It took about a minute before Miley realized that Jake hadn't said anything after 'stuff.' She lifted her head and saw Jake staring at her.
"What?" she asked. Jake didn't respond with words. He moved his hand forward. As Miley saw that happening, she backed way, but an armrest only lets you go so far. Jake grabbed a piece of Miley's hair that was lying on her left cheek. Miley didn't know what was going on until Jake held the hair at a position where she could see it. To her horror, the hair wasn't blonde.
It was brown.
