Disclaimer: I don't own 'Hannah Montana', 'Disney Channel', 'Meatloaf', 'I'd do anything for love', any of his other songs, or anything else you may recognize. Na-Na! Can't sue me now!!!!! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!!!
I claim HeartSpiral though! And Spike Rodgers!
A/N: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! I COULDN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU GUYS!!! Your reviews were so great! I almost cried I was so happy that you all liked it! Thank you so much!!
Chapter 7: Monday Funday
"Good Morning! And welcome to Z104, your local pop station! That was Hannah Montana with 'If we were a movie'. Coming up is the Jonas Brothers, but before that the Naked Brothers Band with 'Sometimes I'll be there'. I'm Haley Grimes, and this is the Monday morning show on Z104."
Miley dragged herself out of bed, swaying half asleep to the restroom to get ready for the day. When she emerged, she picked out her outfit for the day.
After ten minutes she decided on a pair of light blue jeans with brightly colored butterflies going up one leg from hem to knee and the other from knee to thigh. She wore a white tank top that had lace on the top and bottom under a matching light blue V-neck. The white lace poked out from underneath the shirt. Her hair she wore in a low maintenance ponytail that draped over her right shoulder. She wore minimal makeup, and her standard style of loud jewelry.
She was not going to make it look like she dressed up for him.
When she arrived at school, she had fifteen minutes to waste before class started. Judging from the crowd of screaming people, Jake was just getting out of his car.
Miley made to beeline for the door and had just stepped inside when…
"Hey!"
The boy had come out from behind a set of lockers, and the two had hit each other, papers going everywhere.
"YOU-"
His voice stopped.
"You…you're the girl from the beach right?"
Miley looked up, straight into Spike Rodgers' eyes. Without waiting for a reply, he stooped to pick up the papers he had dropped in their collision.
"Oh. I mean, yes. Thank you for that by the way. And I'm really sorry I bumped into you. Here, let me help."
She dropped down into a crouch, helping his sort through the papers.
"I'm Spike. Spike Rodgers." He offered her his hand.
"Miley Cyrus."
"It's a pleasure. Don't worry, I hit you and it was no problem to help you at the beach."
They smiled at each other as she handed him the rest of the papers. Only then did she notice the iPod earphones hanging around his neck.
"What are you listening to?"
"Huh? Oh, the Arctic Monkeys. I doubt you've hear of them."
"I haven't. Are they any good?"
"I think so. Sort of the same genre as that new band HeartSpiral. A little louder and more abstract, but whatever." He shrugged.
Miley fell into step with him as he continued back the way she had just come, back outside towards the low wall where he usually sat with a guy in the year above them. She didn't know his name, but he always wore dark colors with a zany, neon tie and had a buzz cut.
"Really? I love HeartSpiral."
Spike looked at her strangely then, like she had just told him she had a three headed cow for breakfast.
"Seriously? You strike me as more of a Hannah girl."
"Hannah girl?"
"The Southern one. Last name's a state…uh….Hannah…..Hannah Montana. That's it."
"He seemed more to be talking to himself in the end then to her.
"Yeah well, she's alright too. But HeartSpiral I've seen in concert, and I can't wait to see them again."
He raised an eyebrow at her; they were almost to the wall. The crowd had moved to the tables nearby, following Jake.
"What else do you like that might surprise me?"
"Japanese chocolate?"
He laughed loudly. It was the contagious kind of laughter. She grinned at him, he should laugh more often, it made him look alot more approachable.
"I'll remember to try some."
"You should, it's very nice."
He chuckled again.
Before she could say anything else, she heard someone yelling her name. When she turned, Lily and Oliver were heading her way, throwing glares in the direction of Jake's posse.
"I've gotta go. See you later."
"Bye."
She walked away from him, smiling to herself, unaware of the blonde star watching her progress.
"First at the beach and now this? Are you sure you don't like him?"
Miley smiled at her best friends, walking towards class with them.
"I'm sure. We just keep running into each other and making the best of awkward situations. That's all."
"Okay. So what about Jake?"
Oliver had dropped his voice considerably to say this, and was glancing around as if expecting the him to leap out at them.
"What about Jake?" Miley stated defiantly.
Oliver and Lily swapped a look, something they'd been doing a lot lately, before following her into the classroom.
Miley glowered at the teacher the entire day. It took all her self restraint not to look at him.
And from the single glance she had when he walked in, he looked good.
Really good.
His hair was longer and his skin tanner. His teeth seemed whiter and his smile seemed wider. His eyes glittered brightly and he was taller.
This sucked.
Jake grinned at everyone around him, trying hard to ignore her.
He had lain outside his house the whole day before with teeth whitening strips and tanning lotion.
He needed to look good.
Too bad she did too.
He loved her hair that way, and her outfit drew attention to her petite figure.
But he kept smiling. God knows he wasn't an actor for nothing.
This was defiantly his hardest job though.
She had walked with him, grinning and making him laugh. The mongrel from the beach.
Spike Rodgers.
Even on his day back people still buzzed about the new bad boy on campus.
Miley wouldn't fall for a guy like that. She fell for guys like…well…him.
Jake smiled Amber and Ashley, the two of them shamelessly flirting with him across the isle.
He glanced over at her as he shifted in his desk, but her body was rigid and all he could see was the back of her head.
He caught a face moving in his peripheral vision, and found Oliver and Lily, one on either side of Miley, glaring him down, daring him to keep looking.
Jake sighed and turned away.
This sucked.
HeartSpiral were practicing at her studio after school.
Hannah just was planning on waiting for them to finish while she did her homework. When they were done she would put the finish touches on her newest song before closing up and heading home.
Her dad had found a girl from another district over to record the female solos with the band, but she always sent them her singing the songs and her dad had to splice together the tracks.
She was a bit of a jerk, and HeartSpiral only ever saw her in concerts, where she stayed in her dressing room and avoided all things human.
Hannah was sitting on the couch in the waiting room, listening to the quiet music seeping through the 'soundproofed' walls while doing her calculus.
The music stopped for a few minutes, then she jumped half out of her skin when Thor's head poked around the corner.
"Hey! We were just about to do our first run through of the song Valkin was inspired to write for you. We wanted you to hear it first."
Hannah stared at him for a second.
"Seriously?"
"Yep, Val takes inspiration very seriously. Whenever we sing the song he'll mention your name unless you tell him not too."
"Oh."
Hannah was at a total loss for words as she stood, following the drummer's bobbing blue Mohawk down the hallway to the door into the main studio.
When she entered, everyone in the booth waved at her through the recording glass.
"Hey Hannah. What's up?" Dyvick said into the microphone in front of him.
Hannah pushed the button on the soundboard and projected her voice into the booth.
"Nothing much. How about you guys?"
"Nope." Valkin replied as Thor situated himself in front of his drums.
The band had moved all their instruments into the storage closets, but had another set being made to take on tour.
HeartSpiral was a serious overnight success story.
Valkin raised his hand, putting up three fingers. Everyone was silent. He put one down.
Three….two….one….
The drums began as Thor closed his eyes, he was accompanied by the base and the keyboard. Vladimier strummed the electric quietly. It was a slow, haunting melody.
(A/N: italics – Valkin, Bold – whole band)
Another night sleepless
I don't wanna feel this
Nothing can stop this pain
Trying to get to
A time I forget you
Still tangled in yesterday
It's so easy for you-u-u
To feel nothing for me-e-e
Did you ever feel anything?
The electric guitar and the other instrument became a little bit louder, leading up to the chorus
I want you to cry over me (cry over me)
Die over me (Die over me)
Even for a moment
Even for a moment
I want you hurt over me (hurt over me)
Feel what I feel
I want you to cry over
Die over me, baby
Just one time
I want your heart broken
Some sign of emotion
Want to see the tears tumble down
Show me I meant something
And that you feel nothing
But your world crashing to the ground
The mixture of anger and bitterness with a hopeless sadness in Valkin's voice made Hannah want to cry. How did he know?
It's so easy for you-u-u
To feel nothing for me-e-e
Did you ever feel anything?
I want you to cry over me (cry over me)
Die over me (Die over me)
Even for a moment
Even for a moment
I want you hurt over me (hurt over me)
Feel what I feel
I want you to cry over
Die over me, baby
Just one time
(Cry-y-y)
(Cry-y-y)
(Cry-y-y)
Well, did you feel something?
Did we mean nothing at all?
Valkin stood at the mic, his voice ringing out as he let the sound rip from his gut, deep and resounding in the booth.
I want you to cry over
Cry over me
Die over me
Even for a moment
Even for a moment
I want you to hurt over me (hurt over me)
Feel what I feel
Even for a moment
Even for a moment
Oh why,
Can't you just
Cry over,
Die over me, baby
Why can't you hurt like I do?
Like I hurt over you
Can't you cry over
Die over me baby
Just one time
I want cha to cry over
Die over me, baby
Want you to fall on your knees, baby
Crawl back to me
He was more yelling then singing now, his face twisted as he conveyed anger into his voice.
Won't you cry over
Die over me
Just one time
(Cry-y-y)
(Cry-y-y)
(Cry-y-y)
The music slowly faded out as the boys began to grin, each one panting slightly, but obviously happy with the performance.
"So? What did you think?"
Ray leant over the mic, eyes still slightly glazed.
"That was amazing."
He moved aside to let his daughter speak.
Hannah had tears in hr eyes.
"It's wonderful. Really, really, great."
Valkin and the other members of the band grinned ecstatically at her.
"Thank you."
"That's about a wrap for today guys, we'll practice more on that song next time we see each other, though there's very little that needs smoothing over."
"Actually, if it's all right with you, we've spoken to an orchestra. We've already recorded them in their booth, but we were wondering if you could splice them in behind out sound on the track. The electric violins are the perfect thing to complete the sound of the song."
"Perfect. Sounds great."
"Thank you so much once again for letting us use the studio. You totally saved us."
"No problem."
Hannah saw the boys off, as always. She couldn't stop telling them how incredible the song was, and they seemed really embarrassed that she liked it that much.
"See you later Hannah!"
The blonde pop star stood in front of the studio and waved until the van was out of the car park.
She had learned that Mambyrie was three years older then the other guys, and had his license to drive them to practices and gigs. They were more like brothers then band mates.
Only when she was alone in her room that night did Miley allow herself to cry.
Why couldn't he just die over her?
Ohhh! Be careful what you wish for Miley!
Gone Crazy and Staying There,
Wolfy101
