I don't own Hannah Montana


"Happy birthday Jenny!" Miley, Lily, and Oliver said to Jenny the next day.

"Thank you so much guys," Jenny said.

"So how does it feel to be sixteen?" Oliver asked her.

"Pretty good."

"Are you going to have a 'Sweet Sixteen?'" Lily asked her.

"No, but that's not what I'm excited about," Jenny said, "guess who just asked me out?"

"Hottie Lamottie with the swimsuiters body?" Miley asked.

"Nope," Jenny answered.

"Troy?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Jason?"

"No."

"Aaron?"

"No."

"David?"

"I'll just tell you," Jenny said, "it's—"

"Jenny!" Rico yelled as he ran to her.

"Him," Jenny said happily.

"Love struck girl say what?" Miley asked.

"Hey Jenny," Rico said, "happy birthday," he told her as he gave her the present.

"Aww thanks," Jenny said as she opened it. "Oh my gosh Rico you didn't," she said as she saw the Hannah Montana CD including her signature and Rico's note.

"You like it?" Rico asked her.

"I love it," Jenny said as she gave him a hug.

"Can't wait for our date tonight toots," he said.

"Me neither," Jenny said happily.

"See you down at the beach," Rico said as he walked away.

"See you there," Jenny said.

"Man I have never seen Rico like that before," Oliver said.

"That's because he was never like that before," Miley told him.

"My gosh," Jenny said, "I don't have any good clothes."

"Honey," Miley said, "when a 'date-emergency' comes, Lily and I are the experts."

"I never understood fashion," Oliver said.

"Oh boy," Miley said, "come to my house after school."

"Alright," Jenny said.