Chapter 11: Two Peas in a Pod

"Hey dad!" She said in passing as she sprinted up to her Hannah Closet and started sifting through her many outfits. She grabbed some jeans, her cowboy boots, a cute tank top, and a jacket to wear over it.

"Twenty-minutes Miles!" She heard her dad yell from downstairs.

She walked to her vanity and decided to go with the blonde Hannah wig that had wave to it as opposed to her usual straight, blonde wig. Standing in front of her mirror, she adjusted the wig so it hid every strand of brown hair she had. Miley grabbed a jacket with a hood and a pair of sunglass and made her way back downstairs.

"Hey, bud, I made you a sandwich if you're hungry." Her dad pointed to the kitchen.

"Thanks dad." She walked into the kitchen, grabbed the sandwich and walked back out. "Hey dad, are we taking a limo or something because how is Charlize going to do my makeup?"

"She's going to meet us there with your trailer."

Miley breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, because this face will frighten all the youngins."

Her dad shook his head. "Are you ready Miss Montana?"

They arrived at Fox Books and as they pulled behind, they noticed the line twirling around the parking lot.

"Wow." Miley gasped, pressing her face to the window.

"Alright Hannah, you have ten minutes to get your makeup done and they called and said they have a table and everything set up. You can enter from the back." Her dad told her as they rushed into Charlize's trailer.

Ten minutes and two sets of fake eyelashes later, Hannah made her entrance through the back of the store and came face to face with her hundreds of fans. She waved as they all screamed and yelled. As exciting as it was, she couldn't help but try to look for Jake. She figured he probably wasn't there yet because she was sure people would be fussing over him also, but who knew, because there was so much excitement taking place before her already.

After signing about three dozen CDs and getting tired of looking at her own face, she heard it- whispers of the name "Jake Ryan."

Then a young girl let out a squeal of excitement as Jake and, what must have been his bodyguard, walked around the ropes where people were standing in line. Miley's stomach jumped into her chest and she could have sworn her heart was beating in her throat.

What if he could tell I'm Miley? She thought to herself.

They met eyes and he waved at her and made his way up to her table.

"Hannah, how are you?" He bent down and gave her a hug.

Miley chuckled to herself because he had put on his ego-boy act for her.

"Jake Ryan, what are you doing here?" She attempted to act surprised.

"I'm actually her to get your autograph for my…uh…" He began to stutter.

"You're girlfriend?" Hannah asked, trying to knock some sense into him.

"My girlfriend, if she says yes." He smiled.

"Is it that Emily or Milly or…" Hannah attempted to act confused.

"Miley, the one I told you about." He held the CD out to Hannah.

"Right, right, she must be quite a catch to tame the famous Zombie Slayer." Hannah said slyly.

"You have no idea Hannah, she's great. You guys would get along really well."

"You know Jake; you could have just gotten my autograph tomorrow."

"I know but I wanted it to feel like I worked for it instead of just getting it so easy." He replied, trying to sound righteous.

"You did cut a bunch of people." Hannah joked.

"Hey it's a start, right?" He smoothly smiled.

Hannah shrugged. "I guess." She smiled and melted as he smiled back. "See you tomorrow on set." Hannah said.

"I appreciate it Hannah, Miley's a big fan of yours." He held the CD up. "She'll be excited."

The next morning, while Hannah was getting "zombified," Jake snuck back into her makeup room.

"Hannah, can I talk to you?" He asked, looking desperate.

"Can't you wait until we have a break, Jake?" Hannah asked him, becoming nervous over what he wanted to talk about.

"Well, I guess I could. It's just that I have my first date tonight with Miley. I know you probably don't want to hear about this but I feel like you could possibly be the only true friend I have right now. I just really need to talk to someone." His head drooped.

Miley's heart broke for Jake; she had never realized that Jake didn't have any true friends in Malibu. They all liked him because he was a celebrity. That's when Miley began to feel guilty. Did she really want Jake talking to her about, well…herself?

She couldn't just not help him. Oh well, she had to live with the consequences.

"Do you not want to go on the date?" Hannah asked nervously, biting her bottom lip.

"Oh no, that's not it at all." He leaned closer so he could whisper. "I'm really nervous."

Hannah smiled widely. "That's so cute!" Shut up Miley, she said to herself. "I mean, why are you so nervous?" She looked at him lovingly and had to keep mentally reminding herself that she wasn't Miley.

"I'm scared I'm going to mess up. I've messed up with her so many times I can't even count. If I mess up again, is she going to give me another chance?" Hannah could see the worry in his eyes.

"You'll be fine, Jake. Just be yourself. It seems like you don't have to impress this girl with your movie star status. Be yourself and it should go fine." Hannah lifted her black lips into a smile.

"I knew you would understand, Hannah. I swear you and Miley have got to meet. You are like two peas in a pod." He said excitedly as he dashed out of her dressing room.

"Oh Charlize, that boy is gonna put two and two together quicker than ice melting on a Tennessee black-top." Hannah moaned.

"Are you sure you can trust him with your secret?" Charlize asked while dabbing white powder across Hannah's nose.

"Did you hear him in here? He's going to be so mad if he knows he's talking to Miley about Miley." Hannah threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

"Probably dear. Why don't you see how your date goes with him because from what I heard, he seems to be head over heels for you, girl?" Charlize squealed and Hannah giggled excitedly.

"He's so cute." Hannah sighed.