Saturday… (Miley's date with Jake)

For their third date, Jake had (much to Miley's dislike) decided to leave the house. They had gone to a small carnival on the other side of town, so Miley reluctantly had agreed…not that she had much of a choice anyway.

She frowned as she sat in a plastic chair. Jake held out a snow cone to her and noticed her mood. "What's wrong, baby?"

"You're wrong. And don't call me baby." Jake shrugged and finished his snow cone…then proceeded to eat Miley's as well. "Can we go yet?"

"We just got here!" he said indignantly.

"Yes, and already you're on my last nerve. Hey, that's a new record for you."

"Let's just go on a few rides, Ok?" He grinned and looked over at the 'fireball', a rollercoaster on one continuous loop.

"Oh no, no way, I'm scared!" In truth, Miley loved that ride. She knew Jakes plan: he would go on a scary ride so she would cling on to him for dear life…but Miley had a few tricks up her sleeve.

"Don't worry, you can hold my hand," he said as they walked over to queue up.

"I think I'll have to." He grinned smugly, and behind him Miley rolled her eyes.

"Got tickets?" the ride man said when they reached the front of the queue.

"Excuse me?" Jake said, "do you know who I am?" As if on cue, six paparazzi jumped out from bushes and snapped some pictures. Jake flashed his famous grin at them, and Miley gasped and turned away from them.

The ride man lifted up his cap, blinked his eyes, and gasped, "You're Jake Ryan!" excited whispers of 'oh my god it's Jake Ryan!' were heard.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you before," he continued and whispered in Jake's ear, "I'm a bit drunk," he said and chuckled. "Go right on in, Jake." Jake nodded thanks and Miley went to go in after him, but was stopped by the ride man. "tickets?"

"She's with me," Jake said.

"Is she your girlfriend?!" a girl in the queue piped up.

"No!" Jake glared at her. "I mean yes…no! We're friends. Just friends. Come on, Jake," she muttered to him and pulled him onto the ride.

"What the hell, Miley?"

"What?"

"What was that?"

"What did you want me to say, that I was your girlfriend?" Jake shrugged and nodded. "Well, I'm not a liar."

"Ah, but yes you are. You lie about Hannah every day, don't you?" Miley didn't reply. "Yep, and you lie about us don't you?"

"'us'? There is no 'us'. I'll tell you what we really are: you're the psychotic bastard, and I'm the helpless victim."

Jake was never given the chance to retort because the ride had started. The idiots behind them started screaming, even though they had hardly moved at all. Jake reached out for Miley's hand but she snatched it away quickly. Suddenly, she remembered her plan to get out of the stupid date. She took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Scared?" Jake yelled over the screaming. The ride grew louder as they went faster and faster. Miley pressed her lips together and nodded. She screwed her eyes tight and Jake put an arm around her. Miley cringed. That was worse than the ride. She wondered if he wore deodorant…

The screaming idiots behind them screamed louder as they made a full revolution. Miley still kept her eyes pressed firmly shut at the coaster went around once, twice, three times, and then slowed down. The idiots all went 'awwww' when the ride stopped. That was fun, Miley thought. She still had her eyes shut and Jake looked over her worriedly.

"Miley? Are you alright?"

She shook her head. "I don't feel too good," she mumbled.

"Oh," Jake said and jumped back. "Uh…could someone give us a little hand here?" the ride man stood up and walked over. "Could you take her to my car?" The ride man nodded and took Miley out of the ride. Miley wrinkled her nose at his smell of alcohol and fries. She pretended to be weak at the knees as she walked along, Jake staying a distance away, which, if they were really going out, would annoy her.

To pull off the effect, she made a gagging noise and ran over to a rubbish bin, lifted up the lid and made vomiting noises into it. She turned around and wiped her mouth, putting on a queasy face. "Sorry," she muttered. Jake made a disgusted face, and the ride man went and led her back to Jake's limo. On the ride home, Jake stayed on the opposite side of the car, a plus for Miley. Wow, that worked better than I thought. How would've known Jake would be a total barfophobe? They reached Miley's house, and Jake practically kicked her out of the car.

Miley smiled to herself and walked up the steps to her house. She fumbled with her keys to unlock the door.

"Miley!" a whisper came from behind her.

"Who's there?" she asked shakily. "I know kung-fu!"

"It's me!" a rustling came from the bushes, and she saw Josh struggle through them. His jeans got caught on a stick; he stumbled, and fell at her feet. "Hi," he said sheepishly and got up.

"Josh, what are you doing here?"

"I can leave if you want," he said and turned around to leave. Miley quickly grabbed his forearm and pulled herself forward into his arms and kissed him. They pulled apart, and Josh rested his forehead on hers.

"That's not what a meant. You scared me is all," she said softly.

"I know," he chuckled and rubbed her back. He rocked her slowly, humming something under his breath. Miley closed her eyes and buried her head into his shoulder. She slowly opened them, then opened them in shock. The limousine was still out there. She could've sworn it had driven away. Miley took in a sharp intake of air Jake is watching me.

"Josh, why don't you come inside?" she said and pushed him in. "You can go on up to my room, I'll be up in a minute." The second Josh had disappeared up the stairs; Miley went on a frantic rampage around the house, closing and locking every door and window, and then closing all the curtains and blinds. She ran up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her. Looking cautiously around, she closed her curtains.

"Um…Miley, are you ok?" She turned around and beamed.

"Yup, never better, just peachy. Why do you ask?"

"You seem a little…tense."

"I'm fine, nothing a slap won't fix," she slapped herself. "There we go." Josh raised his eyebrow, but chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh, nice wig by the way," he commented. Miley gasped.

"Did you say…wig?" she turned around to see Josh holding up her Hannah wig, which she had carelessly left on the bed. Could this day get any worse?!!

"Yeah, what's it for? You're not bald are you? Uh…not that it matters…just curious."

Miley couldn't help but laugh. "No, I'm not bald. That wig is…" luckily, Miley was very good at lying, "it's for Halloween."

"Oh, cool. What are you going as?"

"I can't tell you; it's a secret."

"Ok, ok," he said, raising his hands as if in surrender. Miley grinned and sat cross legged on her bed; Josh behind her and took her in his arms. Miley sighed and leaned back into his chest, appreciating every breath he took that made his chest go up and down, every small kiss he planted on her head, every one of his fingers that was entwined in hers, and over all, just him being there. She missed him…or really she missed this Miley.

Josh's Miley.

Unfortunately, that time was sparse.

"Miley! Have you brushed your teeth?!" her dad called from downstairs.

"Shoot," Josh said.

"I'm going to, dad!" Miley yelled back.

"I've got to go," Josh said. Miley nodded and walked him outside on the veranda. He swung his legs over the railing and turned back to face Miley. He leant up and kissed her gently and pulled back inches from her face. "I love you, Miley. Really, I do."

"I love you too, Josh. Really, I do." Josh beamed and kissed her again. "Say it again," Miley said sheepishly, "It sounds nice."

He smiled, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," he said, planting a small kiss on her lips with each 'I love you'.

"Miley!" her dad called again. Miley scowled over her shoulder.

"I've got to go."

"Night."

"Night."

Miley watched as Josh climbed down the veranda and walked quickly out of sight, letting the darkness of the night swallow him up. Miley smiled. She liked this Miley a whole lot better.

Josh's Miley.