Miley's sixteenth birthday, and she…read to find out.
JAKE'S POV
I was packed and in the car, on my way to the airport. I was going to Spain, for two movies, some Zombie High episodes, and a couple of commercials. I needed to get my mind off of Miley. Today would have been her birthday, but I was too busy to care. Part of forgetting her would be painful. I just had to brush off her birthday, but it wasn't working. It was like a dog hair, no matter how many times you pick the hair off, it always seems to come back. I just couldn't forget about it, but she wouldn't pick up her phone, or answer my texts. It was useless; I boarded the plane, and tried to get my mind off of Miley. I sat down in my seat, and I took out my iPod. The first song playing was Best of Both Words. I pressed the button to make it go to the next song; the song was If We Were a Movie. I turned off my iPod, and put it away. I just sat there thinking of everything that meant anything to me. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know a stewardess was shaking me. I woke up, and got off the plane. I grabbed my bags and made my way to the hotel. The director gave me my key to my room. I went up to my room, and felt like crying. There was a knock on the door, and I got up to get it. It was the director he said that taping would begin tomorrow at noon. I needed to get away, and now I was in a different country, but she was still on my mind. Oh well, after senior year maybe we can have a civilized conversation, and talk to each other face-to-face. I'll just have wait until' then. Then I crashed on the bed; I was so jet-lagged.
MILEY'S POV
Today was my birthday. Lilly and Oliver called for at least an hour each just wishing me a happy birthday. Nothing from Jake, maybe he just forgot about me, or he's trying to forget about me. I was kinda hoping that he would at least text. Maybe he, finally, got over me.
"Hey Miley, Josh is downstairs," Jackson said before closing my door. I got off my bed and put my freshman yearbook away. I ran down stairs, and kissed Josh.
"Hey it's your birthday not mine," Josh said pulling away to catch his breath.
"Sorry, I was excited, my sixteenth birthday, and gosh…I have you and my family," I exclaimed as I touched my lips.
"It's fine, but I already went through that excitement a few months ago," Josh pointed out, I already knew that Josh's birthday pasted four months ago.
"Well, in that case, here's your present," Josh said and pulled me into a long, passionate, and wet kiss. When we finally pulled away, it seemed like years later. I blushed and pulled him into a hug. Dad came into the living room, where the make out session had just happened. She sat down next to me, blindfolded me, and led me outside.
"Take the blindfold off, bud," Dad said as I began to remove the blindfold. When it was completely removed it showed a red Porsche. I squealed, and took the keys from my dad. Josh jumped in the passenger side. My dad said I could drive down the driveway, into the cul-de-sac, and back up the driveway. I agreed, and began to drive very carefully. When I got back, I was thrilled, my own car.
"Daddy, I love it. Oh my gosh! Thank you," I said to my dad, who was smiling because after all smiled are contagious. I was radiating with happiness and joy. Hannah had a concert that night, but Josh didn't know, so I couldn't tell him about my feelings and songs.
"Get ready for the…you know," Dad said as I raced off into my house, but not before I stole a short, gentle kiss from Josh.
"Yea, daddy, I know," I said as I ran. Josh walked to his house. Daddy followed after me, and knocked on the Hannah closet door.
"Bud?" Dad said through the Hannah doors. I was putting an aqua colored top, it matched my white jeans. I needed shoes. I pawed through my shoes, until I felt like answering my dad. He knocked, again. I found the perfect pair of shoes; they were aqua pumps, and very sparkly. I opened the door, and sat down to do my makeup.
"Yea dad?" I asked as I applied my eyeliner. I opened my eye shadows, and looked for a decent color.
"Does Josh know the Hannah secret?" Dad asked me as he sat down on the Hannah couch, that I've had ever since I can remember. I picked out a simple bronze eye shadow; it didn't clash, or look too aqua-ish.
"No," I answered very flatly. I took out my favorite lip gloss, and applied it. I was feeling good about this concert.
"Alright, so meet me at the car in about twenty minutes," Dad said before leaving the Hannah closet. He was becoming so distant. I walked into my room, and sat down on the hot pink comforter. I looked at my phone; it read a missed call from Lilly. I decided to call her. She answered one eh second ring.
"Oh my gosh, Miley. You called me back, finally. I have news about Jake from Oliver," Lilly said sounding short of breath. I twirled my blonde hair.
"Well, right now I'm Hannah, and I might not want to hear the news," I said as she stood up from her bed, and walked over to her full length mirror. I checked the coordination of my outfit; it looked good.
"Well, Ollie says that he's in Spain until' senior year ends. It was Jake's way of getting you out of his mind," Lilly said defending Jake, she was starting to do that a lot. She thinks that we're perfect together, but he left me and we're over.
"Well, that's fine because I don't have to worry about going into Malibu and seeing him. I want to do anything to stay away from him," I said as I sat back down on my bed.
"Okay, Ms. Montana. Lola will see you at the concert, with blue hair," Lilly said before hanging up. Some things were the same, but it wasn't the same. I wasn't in Malibu; I was here in Santa Monica. It wasn't the same. I walked down to the car in a hoodie, so nobody could see the Hannah outfit, or hair. I got in the car and shed the hoodie. I just sat there thinking if anyone was staring at the same star as me, or if Josh would ever know that I was Hannah Montana. The next thing I know we were at the concert stadium. Lilly was standing at the entrance.
"Lola, I haven't seen you in forever," I squealed as I go out of the car, and ran over to Lilly. I threw my arms around her.
"Tell me everything," Lilly says. I knew exactly what she meant, Josh, Jake, Jackson, the new house. We walked into the stadium, and went into my soundproof room. I told Lilly everything, and answered all of her questions.
"Bud, on in five," Dad opened the door a little, and said. I just smiled at him. I hugged Lilly, and left my room, to warm up. The next two hours were a blur; all I know is that I sung well.
"Miley, that was great," Lilly said before leaving me, to go to her house in Malibu. My dad hugged me, and I felt tears spring into my eyes. I didn't know what had gotten into me. It was my perfect sixteenth birthday, and I was crying for no apparent reason. We got in the car, and the hoodie was on. I walked into the Hannah closet, and shed my clothes. I put on my pajamas, and crawled into my bed. It was a long day, but I liked it.
