Chapter 4: Boys
It was around six o clock when we had got off the plane and got our baggage.
"So what do you kids wanna have for dinner?" dad asks Jackson, Jake, and I.
I try to think of restaurants we used to go to dinner at, but the only thoughts that came to mind where the ones when I would come home after choir with Jackson, who would come get me with his old bike, the one with axel peds.
We would walk into the house, smelling the aroma of the dinner we will eat that night. Jackson and I would walk into the kitchen and greet mom, and Aunt Dolly, if she was there.
Maybe I should just suggest a McDonald's or Burger King or something…
"What about Fratelly's?" Jackson asks.
Now that he mentions it, we used to go to Fratelly's every once and a while. It's this pizzeria and ice cream that's pretty close to our old house. They're homemade pizza is de-li-ous! It's the best pizza I've ever had, and they have like… twenty something flavors of ice cream.
"Oh, I love that place!" Jake exclaims.
"Me too," I agree, smiling softly.
"Alright then, let's go," dad says.
The three of them started walking, but I realized something.
"Wait…" The guys turned around and looked at me. "How are we going to get there?"
Jackson and Jake came to realization of the problem, and we all looked at dad, waiting from the answer.
"We are going to take a cab. I don't think we need a rental car because your Aunt Dolly and Uncle Zeke have two cars, and plus, most everything is close by," dad explains.
"Oh, okay," I said.
We continued to the exit, and dad got a cab and put our luggage in it. Dad sat in the passenger seat, and Jackson, Jake, and I hopped in the back. After dad told the cab driver the address to Fratelly's, which I'm surprised that he remembered, we were off. Dad paid, and we got out, getting our luggage from the trunk.
The place looked the same as it did 3 years ago. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small. The walls were still the same creamy-white color. Everything was the same. Hopefully, most everything in Nashville will be.
"Why don't you guys find us a table? Pepperoni's fine, right?" dad asked us.
"Yeah," the three us of chorused.
We easily claimed a booth, because not many people were here, but boy, you should see this place on Friday night. Good thing it's Monday. I slid into a seat first, and then Jake followed. Jackson put our luggage at the booth next to us and slid in across from me.
A minute later, dad took a seat next to Jackson and put a receipt on the table. I took the receipt and looked for the number they would cal for our order. Jake looked from behind my shoulder. We are number 23.
"What number are we?" Jackson asks me, since I was looking at the receipt.
"23," Jake and I say in unison.
"Number 20!" the same Italian guy, Mario, that had always worked there called from behind the counter.
This place, in a way, reminds me of the pizzeria in Malibu, but only because we wait for our number to be called on. This place is pretty different other than that.
After we eat dinner, dad bought us all ice cream cones. How did I survive in Malibu without this place?!
We started walking to Aunt Dolly's house. The sun was beginning to set, and it looked beautiful. Jake was to my right, with his left arm wrapped around my shoulders, and his ice cream cone was in his right arm. His was licking his ice cream at the moment. I had my right arm around his waist, occasionally licking my ice cream cone, which was in my left hand.
Jackson was standing to my left, licking his cone quickly, as if he was in a race. I looked at dad, who was standing to the left of Jackson, licking his cone quickly like Jackson. I guess they are in a race.
I'm surprised that dad hasn't said anything about the way Jake and I are walking: with Jake's arm around my shoulder, and my arm around Jake's waist. Then again, this is Jake, the guy who I knew before I moved to Malibu, before Hannah Montana. This is the guy that knows my secret, the one dad invited to come to Tennessee. He isn't just my boyfriend; he is also Jackson's friend. Plus, dad is in a pretty good mood today.
I hear the final crunching of a cone, before Jake and I turn our attention to dad and Jackson. Dad had finished eating his cone, while Jackson, on the other hand, still had to eat half his cone.
"Aw, come on, dad. Two outta three!" Jackson says.
"Sorry son, we don't have anymore ice cream," dad says.
"We could go back to Fratelly's and buy some more," Jackson suggests.
"Nope, we're almost at Aunt Dolly's house," dad denies as we turn onto Aunt Dolly's street.
Her street only has a few houses, because most of them have large properties. When we got to her door, dad knocked on it.
"Coming!" we hear Aunt Dolly call as she shuffles to the door. "Howdy everyone!" she greets once she opens the door and inviting us in.
"Hey Aunt Dolly," I say, giving her a hug.
"Hey sweet pea."
After Jackson and dad had said their hellos, the only one left was Jake.
"Hey… Jacob, right?" Aunt Dolly asked Jake, who was wearing his brown Jared wig. I guess dad didn't tell her that this was Jake Ryan.
"Actually, Aunt Dolly…" I say. "He is Jacob, but when he has brown hair, he's Jared."
Aunt Dolly looked pretty confused.
"Huh?"
"I don't know if you remember, but I introduced you to someone a few years ago… Jacob."
"I think I remember, but didn't he have blonde hair?"
"Like this?" Jake asks, pulling off his wig.
"You're Jake Ryan!" Aunt Dolly exclaims.
"Yeah…" Jake said.
"Okay, so… what's with the other names?" Aunt Dolly asks.
"Well… Jared is his name when he wear's this wig. It's his other identity. I date him when he's Jared, because as Miley, I can't have publicity. Jake dates Hannah, and his real name is Jacob. His middle name anyways," I mutter the last part, so only Jake and I could hear. He nudged me.
"Well, it's nice to see you again… Jake," Aunt Dolly said.
"It's nice to see you again too…?"
"Call me Aunt Dolly, that's what everyone calls me. Well, it's either that or Dolly, but it's Aunt Dolly to you."
"Alright, it's nice to see you again Aunt Dolly."
"Well kids, me and Dolly are gonna catch up, so why don't you kids go and get settled in your room?" dad says.
"Yeah, it's the second door to the left," Aunt Dolly adds.
"Um, dad?" I ask, coming to a realization for the second time today.
"What is it, bud?"
"I think we left our luggage at Fratelly's."
"Oh, shoot! We did, didn't we?" dad says.
"Yeah, but you and Dolly go ahead and catch up, don't worry about it. Me, Jackson, and Jacob will go and get the luggage. Mario is probably holding it for us."
"Are ya sure bud?"
"Yeah, we'll be back soon," I said, leaving the house with Jake and Jackson.
"Why didn't you let them take us by car?" Jackson asks as we start down to Fratelly's. "Or at least have let me get the keys to one of Aunt Dolly's cars."
"Hmm, the second idea I didn't think of…" I say. Jackson and Jake grumbled. "Oh come on, I was just being nice and letting them catch up."
After a little while, we got to Fratelly's and went inside.
"Hey Mario," I greet.
"Hey, you kids left you luggage here," Mario says in his Italian accent. He got our luggage from a back room.
"Thanks," Jackson says, getting his and dad's roller bags. I got mine, and Jake got his.
After half a minute of walking the way back to Aunt Dolly's, I got a spur of the moment idea.
"Race ya!" I called, sprinting towards Aunt Dolly's house.
"Hey! No fair!" Jake and Jackson yell, trying to catch up. I pushed my roller bag so that I was pushing it like a shopping cart.
In the end, I got there two seconds before Jackson and Jake.
"Cheater," Jackson says to me. I stuck my tongue out at him immaturely.
"You're just mad cause you guys lost to a girl." I rang the doorbell, and dad answered.
"Why are you kids so outta breath?" dad asks when he answers the door.
"Race," I reply.
"Okay…" dad said, letting us in. Jackson gave dad his bag, and the three of us carried our bags upstairs while dad went back to talk with Aunt Dolly.
"Second door to the left…" I said, turning the doorknob of me, Jackson, and Jake's room for the summer.
The three of us walked into the room, me, leading the way. There was a bunk bed and a single bed. I abandoned my roller bag and quickly ran to the single bed, and jumped on it, which was my way of claiming it.
"Miley!" Jake and Jackson whine.
"Hey, it's not my fault you guys are slow today," I said.
"Fine, then I get the top bunk," Jackson says.
"No way, I get the top bunk!" Jake says.
"No, I do!"
"No, I do!"
"Let's let Miley decide," Jackson says.
"Why? Ya know she's gonna pick me," Jake says.
"No, she's gonna pick me," Jackson says, and turns to me. "Tell him, Miley!"
"No, Miley, tell him that you pick me," Jake says.
"She's gonna pick me, I'm her brother."
"No, she's gonna pick me, I'm her boyfriend."
"She's gonna pick me!" Jackson says.
"She's gonna pick me!" Jake exclaims.
"Tell him!" Jake and Jackson say to me in unison, pointing at each other.
"Jeez, why do guys always argue about where you're gonna sleep," I said. "Why don't we flip a coin? Anyone got a quarter?"
Jackson rummaged though his pocket and tossed me a quarter.
"Okay, who's heads and who's tails?" I ask.
"I'm heads!" they say in unison again.
"I'm heads," Jake says.
"No, I'm heads," Jackson says.
"No, I'm heads."
"No, I'm heads."
I sigh, frustrated.
"Jackson, you're heads cause you gave me the quarter," I said. Jackson stuck his tongue out at Jake.
I flipped the coin, and it landed at the palm of my hand. I quickly slap the coin to the back of my other hand. I lifted my and said the result.
"Tails."
"Ha!" Jake says to Jackson.
Ugh, boys.
After we unpacked our clothes and stuff, Jake took off his wig, and we took turns changing in the bathroom down the hall. We said our good nights to dad and Aunt Dolly and went back to our room and crawled onto our beds.
"Night," I said to Jackson and Jake.
"Night," they said together.
A/N: So yeah, end of chapter four. It was pretty much a filler. Thanks to: finelinebetweenloveandhate, Le T.C., Cassie, xHellox, Wolfwhisperer, ONETREEHILLGIRL1723, He Breaks My Heart3 Everytime, vietgrl1327, Jessica01, and Julx27xluvsxHM for reviewing the last chapter.