Hey! I hope ya'll like this chapter…and, I promise, you will find out what happened to Miley in the next chapter. This story will have fifteen chapters, and I'm up to writing chapter fourteen. Anyway, enjoy reading and please review!
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Chapter Ten
Jake's P.O.V
I walked out of the set, a huge smile on my face. I knew it would make me look even hotter, if that was possible.
I was going to, for once and for all, get over Miley Stewart.
I was going to, for once and for all, get up and do this.
Meaning I was going to go on a date.
Some people find it hard to get a date, but, c'mon, I'm Jake Ryan.
With a snap of my fingers I could get every girl at my feet.
Anywho, I was strutting along, when I heard someone call my name. I turned back, to see the director holding some papers.
"Jake, on your way out, throw these scripts away."
I frowned.
"Why?"
"They were the scripts for Hannah Montana."
I swallowed.
"U-um, okay." I forced my shaky legs to move over in his direction.
I was an actor, so that's why the director didn't pick up on my behavior.
I took the sheets calmly and he walked off.
I swallowed again, and I looked down upon them.
With shaking hands, I skimmed over the scenes.
Zombie Slayer: Are you alright?
Hannah: I am now…that you are here.
Zombie Slayer: They won't ever hurt you again. Not while I'm around.
Hannah: grabs him and kisses him.
(A/N: I'm definitely not doing script writing when I'm older…)
I fingered the last line I had just read, and could only imagine that scene in my head, before I angrily ripped it up into pieces, and obeyed the director's wishes: I threw it out.
I then spun around, and in result of not looking where I was going, I bumped into something soft and warm. We both fell over, and I ended up falling on top of that something.
When I opened my eyes, they immediately locked onto a brilliant colour of blue and green. I blinked again, and this time I looked down upon her beautiful face, to be greeted with a warm smile.
"Wow, they don't joke when they say you can fall for someone." She joked, and I immediately went red.
"I…um…I…"
Her eyes twinkled.
"Chill, I was just kidding." She looked at me expectantly, and I blushed harder as I realized I was still on top of her.
"Right, sorry!" I jumped up, and pulled her up as well.
She looked down after a moment, and I followed.
Damn it.
I quickly let go of her hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling very well." I quickly apologized, getting my act together, She just shrugged it off.
"That's okay."
I looked over her.
She had long brown, curly hair, slender and toned skin and sea like eyes.
In one word, she was beautiful.
Hmm…that only gave me an idea.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" I blurted out.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"You? Jake Ryan?"
I feigned hurt.
"Well, I'm really just like you."
Awe, crap, I didn't just say that, did I? Especially using one of HER lines.
However, she just smiled.
"Sure. My name is Kayla, by the way." She took out a pen and took my hand, writing her phone number on it.
"Call me." Kayla told me and squeezed my hand before walking off.
Whoa…
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Since Miley's daughter was coming tomorrow instead of today, I figured I could go on that date with Kayla tonight.
The nana I had hired was going to look after Michael.
As she packed up the dishes, I talked to my son, sensing he was sad, though he tried to hide it. (He did take after me)
How I sensed it?
I had a clue. I figured it was from our bond.
"What's wrong?" I asked him gently. He looked up at me, big blue eyes wide, and then moved them down.
"Nothing."
I scooted my chair closer and lifted his chin.
"C'mon, talk to me." I said softly.
He sighed.
"I don't want mummy to be replaced."
"Hey…hey…" I whispered,
"I'm not trying to replace anyone, okay? I promise." I said firmly. He looked at me again.
I stared right back.
"Okay." He finally said. I kissed him goodbye, checked with the nana before leaving.
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(A/N: I'm not going to bore you with the date, all you JILEY fans)
The next morning after the date, that went pretty darn well, my son walked up to me, with the newspaper.
I looked at him in surprise after he slammed it down.
"Look!"
I did without asking why.
There was a zoomed in picture of me and Kayla kissing. The head line stated: Jake's New Romance?
Ugh!
Sometimes it REALLY SUCKED being famous. How the heck did they find us anyway? I had had no clue they were anywhere near us!
"Son, kissing her doesn't mean I'm replacing your mum. It's part of a date, and if I intended on bringing her into both of our lives, I would discuss it with you, alright?"
"Fine dad. Sorry."
I just hugged him tightly.
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Beat.
Beat.
Beatbeatbeatbeatbeat.
That was my heart.
Sweat.
Sweat.
Sweatsweatsweatsweatsweat.
Those were my hands.
Shake.
Shake.
Shakeshakeshakeshakeshake.
Those were my knees.
All in all, I was excited, but extremely nervous.
I mean, I was finally seeing Miley.
After five or so years.
Maybe she'd finally tell me.
Maybe.
The doorbell rang, echoing throughout the house, and resulting in my heart slamming against my chest rather painfully.
I could do this, I thought to myself with each step.
Of course I could.
I was Jake Ryan.
I can, I can, I CAN!
I came to the door.
Oh boy, I couldn't do this!
Michael just rushed past me and pulled open the door.
"Michael!"
"Mia!"
I looked down at her daughter, and my mouth fell open.
O
H
M
Y
G
O
D.
She was…she was an exact copy of Miley, just younger.
She was stunning.
I took a deep breath and let my eyes travel up…only to find…staring at me…
"Oliver?!"
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We both stared at each other.
I coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.
We were sitting at my big table, whilst the kids were upstairs, working on a fun and easy task they had been set.
"Oliver what are you doing here?" I finally managed to get the guts to say. Oliver sighed and took a sip off his coffee.
"Miley didn't want to come." His eyes narrowed.
"Especially after that picture."
I frowned.
"So? She was the ONE who-"
"No." Oliver cut me off sharply.
"No." he repeated.
No?
What the hell?
"What…what do you mean?" I whispered.
Oliver nodded.
"All I'm going to say is, don't believe everything you hear…"
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I wrote this chapter at school! Anyway review!