No, no, Though Shall Love Thy Neighbor, Yeah Right isn't over yet. I just felt like updating this one. I'm pleased of the response that this story is getting. Here's my latest thank yous: princesscutie, CodyLinleyluva, BrazilianPrincess, lotsabighearts, nazgurl92, and aprilrainer15! You're all awesome! Now on with the story!

Disclaimer: So you wanna know if I own Hannah Montana? Well, I'll tell ya; I DO! YES I DO, I'm not even joking here peop- hang on. YES MOM, I TOOK MY MEDS! NO I HAVEN'T BEEN DRINKING COFFEE BEHIND YOU'RE BACK! (Moms are so gullible!)

Jake walked over to the boulder and sat on it. He rubbed his forehead and shook his head regretfully. How he could have let this happen?! She was right there! He could've stopped them! But no. He just had to go and listen to her.

He was so lost in his regret that he'd failed to hear the sound of crunching leaves beneath flip-flops. What he did manage to hear was a soft, delicate voice say, "Hey stranger."

At this he turned, wide-eyed, to the love of his life. What stood there shocked him. For there stood Zerronda in a black tank-top, a jean mini skirt, and black flip-flops. Her look was shy and happy as she bit her lip awaiting his reaction. A smile grew on his lips, and they eventually parted into a jaw-drop grin. "You're alive!" He stated.

"For the first time in my life." She responded jokingly.

"How?" He asked, still mesmerized by her unlikely appearance.

"I told my father that I didn't want to be 'princess of the undead'. He was so outraged that he granted it." She said, confused by her own explanation.

But his feelings overwhelmed him. He ran over to her, picked her up, spun around, and pulled her down just enough so that his mouth could get to hers.

Still held in the air by the zombie slayer, she kissed back, feeling a little awkward about where the director wanted his hand.

Their lips parted, as planned, and as his tongue touched hers, Miley felt something in the pit of her stomach flare up. Like the feeling of being on a roller coaster. Where you're dropping, but your stomach's staying at the top of hill. She knew right then and there that this feeling was something to appreciate, and appreciate it she did.

He wanted so badly to tangle his hands in her hair, but couldn't do to it being a wig. 'Well, it would be a lot harder if her wig was still full of plastic leaves.' He thought, trying to remain positive about his little dilemma.

'Yep, he still uses thundermint." Miley's annoying little friend noted.

'Hello. Long time no speak.'

'I know! What's it been, three days?!' Both halves of her mind were thinking the same thing. 'We'll talk later.'

Miley pulled herself tighter against Jake, and turned her head a little more. His hand was pressed firmly on her beack, and if no one knew any better, they'd swear that Jake Ryan and Hannah Montana were in a heated makeout session. Which, secretly in their own minds, they both were. But a slight "Eh-hem" broke them apart. It was Jared, in character of course.

"So, uh, who's this?" He asked, pointing to Miley.

The rest of the scene flew by, Miley barely making it through, what with her dazed mind and all.

After filming was done, Roger called the cast and crew into a room. Once inside, Miley saw a large table, set up like a meeting room, with black leather, spiny chairs. She took a seat, Jake on her right and Jared on his.

"So, I've called you all here because we need some songs for this episode. I've talked to Hannah's manager, and they can't write any more songs until next year. Now, what I need is someone to get a song and we can have her record it." Miley nodded her head, being fully aware of her contract's loopholes.

"Why can't be just get some other song sung by someone else?" Jared asked.

"Because we've already past our budget." The director admitted a bit sheepishly.

A murmur of worry broke out amongst the table. Until Jake intervened with an idea. "Guys chill. I think I know where we can get a song." He looked over at Miley, who looked back suspiciously.

"No, Jake, I will NOT break my contract! Bend it, yes. Break it no!' She added to clarify.

"But YOU won't! I'm saying that we take a Hannah song you've already written, but haven't premiered, and say Miley wrote it. Then we have Hannah sing it and things work out perfectly!" He whispered for fear of being overheard by other students.

"But it's not like I just have a love song lying around!" She whispered back. "Hannah rarely does those!"

"Well, can't you write one? This is like, a make or break situation!"

"Gimme a few days." She concluded reluctantly. He smiled as she walked away.

Their day went by slowly, Miley spending most of it racking her brain for lyrics. She finally found some by drama class. Unfortunately, that class had a little too much excitement going on for her to write them down.

The cast list for her play had been posted. And Jake was the leading man. She didn't pay much attention, knowing she didn't get a part. It wouldn't have been fair. She already knew everything that happened in it. The only thing she cared about was the fact that Amber hadn't gotten the part of Zoey.

What she hadn't expected was Lilly running over to her as she attempted to write down her songs and shouting, "Miley, you're Zoey!" The whole class froze and turned to look at them. Jake smiled. knowing he'd get to kiss Miley again was a satisfactory feeling.

Kay, filler. Probably guessed that, right? So, who saw Minutemen? I did. It was pretty good. Look out for Jason Dolley's personality/character/intelligence change in Summer Romance and it's sequels!

Love yours truly, Wendy:)(: