I know, I know. I promised to update every week and now it's been two weeks since I updated? Well, I had to finish this chapter, folks. And not to mention that after finishing it it still sucked and I had to majorly tweak it before posting it now. Oh well.
Oh dear. I saw Camp Rock on Friday and fell in love. It's my new favorite movie! If you haven't seen it, go watch it now!
A certain reviewer of mine, whose name shall not be mentioned, told me out of her own personal opinion that this story was getting a bit boring with the humor. Well, I thanked her for this review and said I would make the next chapter funnier. I'd like to apologize to her right now if I failed miserablely at making it more comedic.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Chapter 10
Pulling Another Jake Ryan?
Oliver sighed, it'd been a whole day and Miley hadn't made any sort of contact with him. Maybe she really did hate him after his big blow up at lunch. He sat down on his couch and turned on the TV.
"The world is going crazy about Mike, Hannah's best friend's, announcement last night. Will she take him back? Will she break his heart? The world wants answers. All we can do is wonder about what will happen with this teen couple. This is Sarah Samuels; now back to you, Bob." The reporter smiled. Oliver rolled his eyes and changed the channel.
"I'm head over heels in love with my best friend, Hannah Montana." His face said. Oliver groaned and checked a few more channels. It seemed as if that was all they were showing. He finally decided on watching a strange Spanish soap opera, only because it was the only thing that didn't have to do with him. It sounded something like this.
"¿Pedro, ganar porque deseo muy guagua en el estadio? El comida es violeta porque te gusta el perro. Los zapatos fuegos son en mi pantalones! Puedo ir al centro de muchachos locos."
He wasn't really sure what they were saying, but he could tell it had nothing to do with Hannah Montana or his own alter ego. Suddenly, the TV turned off. He looked up to see his mother standing over him, looking very unhappy.
"Oliver Oscar Oken, get your lazy butt off of my couch! I'm tired of your moping. If you don't get up, I'll take drastic measures." His mother warned.
"Mom, I'm going through a lot of emotional turmoil right now. Can you just be easy on me for once?" He begged.
"What happened? Did another goldfish die? I told you Oliver, they're just stupid fish. They forget who you are every thirty seconds." Mrs. Oken sighed.
"No, mom, Señor Fishy didn't die. He's fine, by the way." Oliver contradicted his mother.
"Then what happened?" She asked. Oliver sighed and turned on the TV. The soap opera came on, but then he switched it back to one of the main channels.
"I'm head over heels in love with my best friend, Hannah Montana." His alter ego, Mike, said straight to the camera. Oliver's mom gasped and put a hand to her mouth. She had always told him that she believed he would never tell Miley how he felt.
"Ollie bear, I'm so proud of you! Now you and Miley can start dating! And I don't have to worry about you never getting married and living here for the rest of your life! You have no idea how happy that makes me." She smiled.
"Yeah, great to know that you want me out of the house." Oliver sighed.
"Why don't you go talk to Miley right now?" His mom suggested.
"Mom, I can't. What if she doesn't feel the same? Then I'd be even more miserable than before. And no matter how much you demand I go, I won't." Oliver warned.
"Fine. Oh, do you know where Ben is? I can't find him anywhere. I think he left. He said he wanted to go to see the vanilla lady. Do you know what that is?" His mom asked. Oliver's eyes widened as he realized where his brother was.
"I am so going to kill that kid!"
HMHMHM
Miley sighed and picked at the strings on her bed sheet. She'd been sitting there ever since she got up and got dressed. She couldn't help it; she was conflicted at the moment. On one hand, she wanted to believe that Oliver loved her back. But a little voice in her head kept making her wonder if maybe he said it in an attempt for more attention.
"Miles, there's an Oken here to see you." Her dad called. Miley's eyes widened and she began flattening her hair and straightening out her shirt.
"Oh, and it's not Oliver." Her father added. Miley stopped. Was her dad joking or not? Her door creaked open, and in ran little Ben Oken.
"Hi Miwey!" He smiled. He climbed onto her bed with her, even though she hadn't invited him.
"Um, hi Ben. What are you doing here?" Miley asked.
"Oh, I wanted to teww you something. I saw Owivew on TV wast night!" Ben smiled. He began jumping up and down on her bed.
"Oh, that's nice." Miley smiled, attempting not to comment on the subject.
"He said he woves Hannah Montana. I thought that wouwd upset Mommy. Back when Owivew was obsessed with Hannah she wouwd get weawy wowwied about him. But I don't wemembew a wot about it, because I was fouw then." Ben smiled.
"Yeah, you were." Miley agreed.
"Weww, Mommy wasn't upset about it. She even wooked happy. I didn't get that, because she nevew suppowted Owivew's feewings for Hannah." Ben told Miley. Ben didn't know Miley's secret, so he was expected to be confused about this.
"Well, I'm not sure why." Miley smiled.
"Miwey, do you wove Owivew?" Ben suddenly asked. He stopped jumping and looked at her intently.
"I…well, I…why do you want to know?" Miley asked, surprised at his question.
"Because Ovivew woves you. And I want you and Owivew to go out, not him and Hannah Montana. So if you wove him, you shouwd go out with him befowe Hannah does. So, do you wove him?" Ben asked again.
"Well, Ben, I think I—"
"Ben, what did I tell you about leaving the house without asking?" Oliver screamed, storming into the room. Miley's eyes widened as she realized who was in her bedroom.
"I was tawking to Miwey." Ben smiled, pointing to her. Oliver glanced at Miley, then quickly looked back at Ben.
"Well, we have to go." He insisted, dragging Ben out the door before Miley could even get a word in. She felt confused. If he loved her, why didn't he want to talk to her? She wasn't sure, but she did know one thing.
She was going to fix things with Oliver.
HMHMHM
Ever since Mike's declaration of love the previous night, Brian Winters had been on the lookout for either Hannah Montana or Mike Standley constantly. The world was craving to know how this love story was going to end.
Personally, Brian could care less about the stupid love life of Hannah Montana. In fact, the last way he would like to spend his Saturday was waiting in a news van for any news of a Hannah/Mike sighting. But that was exactly how he was spending it.
He had lookouts all around the Los Angeles area, just waiting for a sign of the teen stars. So far, all he'd gotten was the opinion of other stars on the matter. Some of them were nice, some of them were weird, and some were for the record books. Especially teen Hollywood's reactions.
They went as follows.
Mikayla: I'm very happy for Hannah. I think she and Mike would make a great couple. She's a great catch. And yes, I am comparing Hannah Montana to a fish. A blowfish to be exact.
Jake Ryan: Hannah and Mike will have a wonderful relationship. I mean, it's not like I'm jealous or anything. I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous? Hannah and I never even went out. She can go and be happy with microphone boy for all I care.
Traci Van Horn: Hannah's friend is sooo cute. But not as cute as her ex, Jackson. Ooooh, he is smokin' hot. But still, that Mark guy is cute tooooooo. I think their relationship will be great. It'll last reeeeally long, maybe even a whole month!
Kevin Jonas: Um, I still want to know what Hannah's response is. I mean, everyone's saying they're such a cute couple, yet we don't even know if they're dating. Still, I think they'd be a good couple.
Lola Luftnangle: I have no comment on the current situation. Even though I'm Hannah's best friend, it's not like I know what she's thinking or feeling. All I know is that Mike really loves her and Hannah cares about Mike. Wait, does this count as commenting?
They were the only thing he had so far. And the viewers were eating them up. But he knew they'd eventually tire of watching celebrities comment on the subject and demand to know what was actually happening. He sighed. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the side of his van. He glanced through the tinted window. None other than Hannah Montana was standing outside.
"Turn the camera on, Steve." He commanded his cameraman. Steve did as he was told and turned it on.
"We're live in three, two, one." Steve whispered. The red light on the camera turned on, signaling that most likely the whole country was watching him at the current moment.
"Hello, this is Brian Winters. I have breaking news. After staying in hiding for the whole day, Hannah Montana is standing outside of my van. Let's see what she wants." Brian smiled. He opened the door and stepped out, facing the teen starlet.
"Hi, Brian." She smiled.
"Hey, Hannah. So, care to comment on what Mike revealed to the whole world last night?" Brian smiled, getting right to the point. He just wanted to get this over with and go home.
"Um, not yet." Hannah frowned.
"Oh, okay. Then why are you here?" Brian asked. Even if she didn't have anything juicy, a lot of people were watching. They were just happy to see Hannah. He knew very well some fans would be inspecting Hannah's appearance in an attempt to see how she was taking Mike's announcement. Hannah was smart to wear sunglasses, or else people would spend hours attempting to see hidden emotions in her eyes.
"Well, I'm going to tell you that I need a favor from you." Hannah smiled. Brian tightened his lips in a blatant attempt not to frown. That was what celebrities always wanted. 'Stop making fun of my boyfriend', 'Report on my new movie', and the ever-famous 'Stop saying I have a sex tape'.
"Sure, Hannah." He sighed. Hannah slipped a piece of paper into his hands. He opened it up. It read:
Brian,
Don't read this out loud, or you won't get what you're looking for. Don't tell the cameras about what this note says, either. Just do what it says.
If you want to find out what's going to happen with Mike and I, then show up with cameras at Ultraviolet, the restaurant, tonight at 7. You won't regret it. Don't tell anyone about this, not even your crew. If you do, then nothing will happen.
-Hannah
P.S. Make up some dumb favor I'm asking you for. Just nothing embarrassing.
Brian looked up after reading it. Even though it would boost his ratings even more to read the note aloud, he knew that if he wanted to ultimately bring them up he had to do as she said. He folded up the note and stuck it in his pocket.
"Sure, Hannah, I can get you to meet Gwen Stefani." Brian smiled, making up the first thing that came to his head. Hannah didn't even look surprised at his excuse.
"Thanks, I've always wanted to meet her." Hannah smiled. She began to walk away, but Brian quickly remembered how his viewers would want to hear something about Mike and called out Hannah's name. She turned around and walked back over to him, her face looking a bit angry.
"Hannah, please give us a comment on Mike's announcement." He pleaded. Hannah looked angry, he would be too. She was giving him one of the biggest stories he could ask for and here he was, asking for more. He quickly lowered his microphone to prevent the people watching from hearing and whispered, "It's for the viewers." Hannah's lips tightened.
"To be honest, I haven't talked to Mike since Thursday. But I'm sure that when we do come around to talking, we'll discuss what he told you. But who knows when that will be." She smiled knowingly. Brian could have sworn he saw her wink from behind her glasses. She waltzed away and left Brian there, holding his mic.
"Well, there you have it folks. Hannah and Mike have not yet discussed their feelings for each other. Now the whole nation is left wondering what will happen to this teen couple. I'm Brian Winters and this is The Hollywood Scoop." He signed off.
He was officially tired of the pop divas, conceited rappers, and egotistical thespians.
Then again, those are what the viewers want to hear about. And what the viewers crave, Brian Winters reports on. That's how it worked.
HMHMHM
Miley sighed, bargaining with reporters was never easy. But it was a lot easier than bargaining with the paparazzi scum. At least reporters were a bit trustworthy. If she'd tried to pull what she did with Brian with a paparazzo, he'd write a story about how she was trying to bribe him.
Luckily, Brian Winters had either a good heart or a smart brain. If he had a good heart, he was keeping their agreement a secret because he wanted her to be happy. Which wasn't very probable, so he most likely just had a smart brain that knew catching Mike and Hannah together anywhere would boost his ratings.
Miley sighed and looked at her watch. It was 4:00 PM. That left her three hours until she was supposed to go to Ultraviolet. And when she got there, all she had to do was tell that reporter that she loved Oliver and BANG, her life was fixed. Or so she thought.
"Where should I take you, Miss Stewart." The driver asked. Miley pulled off her wig. She could go home and just wait around until she had to leave, or she could go to Lilly's house and fill her in on her plan.
"Take me to Lilly's house." Miley commanded. The driver nodded. After a few minutes, the limousine stopped outside of the Truscott household. Miley grabbed her stuff and climbed out of the car.
She knocked on the door, but got no response. She knocked again, but there still wasn't the slightest sound of anyone being home. She turned the handle, the house was unlocked. Carefully she tiptoed in.
The downstairs was entirely deserted, which led Miley to think that there was no one home. But she suddenly heard a thump come from the upstairs, so she headed up there. When she got to the second floor hallway, she froze and listened. For a moment it was silent, but then a quiet noise came from Lilly's bedroom.
Miley sneaked over and put her hand on the doorknob. She wondered if it was bad to just burst into Lilly's bedroom, but then again Lilly bursted into her house all the time. Miley closed her eyes and pushed the door, which surprisingly opened without making the slightest noise.
Miley's eyes immediately went to Lilly's bed, where Lilly and Jackson were in a heavy make out session. She involuntarily gagged, the sight was just too weird. To think of Lilly and Jackson, her tongue in his mouth and everything was just gross.
"Ew, ew, ewww!" She screamed. The moment she said it her hands flew to her mouth. But Lilly and Jackson didn't even seem to notice her, they just kept on lip locking. She walked over to them, but they still hadn't noticed her presence.
"Um, I don't know if you remember but the three of us had an agreement, and part of that was that you couldn't kiss in front of me. Now I hate to be a bother, but you're kissing in front of me!" Miley yelled. Once again, the two seemed oblivious to her yelling.
"Can you even hear me?" She asked, but once again got no response. She sighed and closed her eyes. A mental image of she and Oliver kissing like that popped into her head, but she quickly pushed it out.
"Uh, guys?" She said, waving her arms. Instead of stopping, though, she watched in horror as her best friend and brother's kissing got more intense. She finally decided she'd had enough and stormed in front of the pair. She pinched Lilly's arm as hard as she could, which caused her best friend to jump and snap out of her trancelike state.
"Oh my god!" Lilly screamed, causing Jackson to jump. They both were obviously surprised that Miley was there, even though she had made her presence quite clear.
"Hi." Miley smiled, giving the two a small wave.
"Um, hi? Miley, why are you here?" Jackson asked, his face turning bright red.
"Oh, I need to talk to Lilly. I'd say I needed to talk to you too, but we both know that you don't have the mental capacity to comprehend it." Miley insulted her brother.
"Hey, leave him alone." Lilly defended him in a quiet voice. Her face had gone way past red and was now a deep shade of crimson. Miley tried not to laugh at the look of the pair, but couldn't and burst out in laughter.
"What's so funny?" Lilly asked.
"Nothing, haha, it's just that it looks like, haha, I'm talking to the, haha, tomato brigade, haha, or something!" Miley explained, her laugh making its way into her speech.
"Whatever. What do you want?" Jackson asked, obviously annoyed that his sister had interrupted his make out session with his girlfriend and was now insulting him. Miley stopped laughing and looked from Lilly to Jackson.
"Well, as you both know, Oliver admitted a certain thing to Brian Winters yesterday. And that certain thing was very big. Well I'm going to admit a very similar certain thing to the same person tonight at 7." Miley explained. Lilly's mouth fell open.
"Are you serious?" She yelled. Surprisingly, she didn't sound happy like Miley had thought. She even sounded a bit frustrated.
"I thought you'd like my plan." Miley whispered. Lilly sighed and smacked her head.
"Do you know how hard it is to get Oliver to even watch The Hollywood Scoop? It will be so freaking hard. Especially now that he's all they talk about. It'll be nearly impossible to get him to watch it. In fact, I don't even think it can be done." Lilly complained.
"He doesn't have to watch it. But I need to say it, and that's that. It's just something I have to do." Miley sighed.
"How would it help you?" Jackson asked.
"It'll be like finally confirming the truth for good. Besides, I won't be able to do anything as Hannah without getting overanalyzed unless I clear the air on this whole thing." Miley explained.
"Okay. Then I guess we'll tag along." Lilly suggested happily.
"No, hang out with Oliver. He probably needs some company." Miley sighed. She walked out of the room. No matter what, she had to make sure she followed through with her plan.
HMHMHM
Lilly glanced at the clock on the wall of her living room. It was 6:50. Miley was going to be making her announcement soon. She sighed, she really wanted to watch it on TV. But Oliver and Jackson insisted on watching wrestling, so she was stuck on her couch while her boyfriend and best friend cheered on some guy called the 'Destroyer'.
Her doorbell rang. She looked at the two boys. Neither of them gave any inclination that they were going to get it. She sighed and walked to the door. She opened the door, only to be met by a face she didn't expect to see.
"Jake?" She whispered. She wasn't sure why it came out in such a hushed tone, but she was glad it did. If not Jackson and Oliver would of heard it. She stepped outside and closed the door. Jake was staring at his hands.
"Hi, Lilly. Is Miley here? I need to talk to her." Jake said, keeping his eyes glued to his hands. Lilly clenched her teeth. Just when things were about to get perfect, Jake waltzed back into the picture.
"No, she's at a Hannah thing. Why?" She asked.
"Um, I need to talk to her." He repeated. Lilly rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but about what?"
"I need to tell her something." He whispered.
"For goodness sake, Jake, just tell me what it is you need to tell her!" Lilly groaned.
"Well, to be honest, I need to tell her that…that I'm still in love with her." Jake sighed. Lilly's mouth fell open. Of all the things she was expecting, that wasn't it.
"Jake, she doesn't feel the same way." Lilly told him. There was no way she was letting Jake freaking Ryan get in the way of Miley and Oliver's relationship. She'd worked too hard for that to happen.
"I know, she told me to grow up. But I did. And I love her. There's only one issue…" Jake trailed off. Lilly let out a long sigh. Here it came, Jake's dramatic news that would alter his previous words into something bad.
"What? You're cat died?" Lilly snapped. Jake shook his head solemnly.
"No, the problem is that I don't know how to tell her." Jake explained. Lilly rolled her eyes again. She was very well aware that Miley had a deep hatred for Jake and would never take him back, but she also knew very well that that wouldn't stop Jake.
"Too bad. She's announcing in ten minutes at Ultraviolet that she's in love with Oliver. After that, it'll be a short amount of time until they start going out." Lilly smiled. She could practically see Jake's heart crumbling.
"I…I have to stop her!" He suddenly growled. Lilly seemed surprised, she wasn't expecting this from Jake.
"Listen, you can't just prance into Miley's life like this. Just because you love her doesn't mean she feels the same way. She hates you, Jake. And she's letting everyone know that she loves Oliver." Lilly repeated.
"Not if I can help it." Jake hissed. Before Lilly could do anything, Jake ran off and dove into his limo. It sped off way above the speed limit. Lilly's eyes widened as she realized the possibilities of what could happen. She bolted back into her house, which caused Jackson and Oliver to look at her strangely.
"Is something wrong?" Jackson asked, worried about his girlfriend's panicked look.
"Oliver, you need to put on your Mike outfit and get to Ultraviolet now." Lilly demanded. Oliver looked at her like she just suggested he eat an entire bucket of mayonnaise.
"Why?" He asked, drawing out the word.
"Don't ask, just do it. Miley might be in danger. Whether physical, emotional, or social I'm not sure. I just know it's bad. Now go." Lilly insisted, pushing Oliver out of the door. Jackson looked at her worriedly.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"No. I accidentally let Jake Ryan on the loose."
HMHMHM
Brian sighed and checked his watch, it was 7:02. His crew stood behind him, waiting for the big surprise he said he had for them. He wondered the possibilities of Hannah not showing up. He'd done everything she said in not telling anyone about their plan.
He looked around at the pure ignorance of whoever designed the restaurant. Seeing that the name was Ultraviolet, the decorators decided that purple would be the color of choice for everything. Dark purple walls, purple tables, purple chairs, purple floors, purple plates, and even some purple food. The waiters were all dressed head to toe in dark violet.
Which was very ignorant of the designers, mostly because 'ultraviolet' was used to describe a type of ray put off from the sun. A ray that was certainly not purple. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was whether or not Hannah Montana was actually coming.
His worries were soon washed away when he saw the starlet approaching him in all of her glittery glory. His crew quickly turned on all cameras.
"Hi, I'm Brian Winters and this is The Hollywood Scoop. I'm here with Hannah Montana, who has a juicy announcement for America." He smiled into the camera as Hannah stood next to him. He angled his microphone towards her.
"Well, I know you all have been wanting to know what's going on between Mike and I. We still haven't talked, but I do have an announcement concerning the matter." Hannah smiled. Brian nodded, happy she'd kept her promise.
"So, Hannah, what's this big news?" He asked eagerly. He could picture the thousands of teens calling their friends on their cell phones, telling them to turn on The Hollywood Scoop.
"Well, the truth is that—" Hannah was cut off by a blonde man running up and kissing her square on the mouth. The whole crowd of spectators let out a unanimous gasp. When the man pulled back, he revealed himself as none other than teen star Jake Ryan.
"Hannah and I are dating." He smiled. He paused for a moment, then added, "Sorry, Mike."
OH MY GAWD, AM I TOTALLY EVIL OR WHAT? Don't worry, though. The next chapter is the last. But just a warning, it's not coming for another week or two. I'm sorry, but I'm going on a two week vacation and I won't have time to finish writing it. But if you're lucky maybe I'll finish and post the last chapter before I leave on Wednesday.
I don't know if you all care, but a funny thing happened recently. Well, I have a oneshot for Camp Rock that I wrote ages ago, much before the movie came out. Well, before the movie premiered the oneshot had about 10 reviews and I had about 3 new emails from FF. Well, two days after Camp Rock came out (today), the oneshot has 24 reviews and when I finally checked my email, I had (no joke!) 41 new messages from all of the alerting, favoriting, and reviewing of the oneshot.
Funny how dramatic the popularity of a story can go up after the movie it's based on actually premieres. LOL. Just thought you all would find that funny. Or not, I don't know. I thought it was. Then again, I laugh when my dad calls me an idiot, so I can't really tell.
Please review and forgive me for my terrible updating!
Oh, and just a question. I thought it was funny when Lilly said she didn't know if Miley was in physical, emotional, or social danger. Can you imagine that? Social danger? I thought that sounded really funny. But, once again, my sense of humor is kind of odd.