Hey Everyone. I just want to say that I take all of your comments and suggestions on board, I really appreciate them.

This story will definitely be a Lackson

As for it being Moliver or Jiley … ya'll have got me all confused again lol Some want Oliver and Miley and some want Jake and Miley … at the moment no pair is real certainty so I'm just gonna see where it leads me…

Again everyone, I do love your reviews and I do make sure I think about al of your ideas xxx

Enjoy x

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While everyone else was sleeping in London, Jake Ryan had just got on the plane with the rest of the cast and crew. He was sat (unfortunately) with Jed who had been giving him evil looks ever since they had bought the plane tickets.

When he got to London he wanted to make a big impression, he wanted to do something so sweet and romantic that Miley would never forget him.

Should he buy her clothes? Girls lived to shop. But what if he got her a size too small and she freaked out asking him why he wanted her to be that thin or if he got her a size bigger and she'd ask how fat he thought she was.

She had the perfect figure; he was just clueless at shopping.

Should he get her an expensive assortment of chocolates? That wouldn't work either as chocolate were a kind of last resort thing if all of the other ideal gifts were cheap and meaningless. He wouldn't win over the girl of his dreams with a box of candy now would he? Oliver would probably manage to eat it before she could anyway.

What about flowers? Roses or lily's maybe? What if she were allergic to them though? He couldn't exactly woo her on the way to the hospital.

He hardly doubted her dad would be too thrilled if he bought her a puppy and that was just too cliché and mushy for even his standards.

She wouldn't agree to a date with him if he didn't prove he was deadly serious about her … It was so hard to think of that perfect gift.

She loved music. That was one thing he knew for certain about her. While he had been in Romania he'd had the inspiration to learn how to play the guitar and he subconsciously realized at this moment that talent might actually come in handy.

He could serenade her! It would take guts, confidence and a whole lot of willpower and there was always the chance she would laugh in his face but it was all he had at such short notice. It was better than going to her empty handed with the same old smile and cheesy comments.

It would either turn out truly romantic or be utterly humiliating.

He was shocked at his own daring. He would never do something like this for any other girl that was for sure.

He was no writer or lyricist so he would have to find the perfect song to sing … something that matched her and said in lyrics what he was trying to say in words.

The idea wouldn't go away now he had thought of it so he just set his mind to the challenge. Nobody said getting Miley Stewart would be easy.

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The next day at breakfast Oliver was wolfing down his traditional English breakfast like he wouldn't live to see another meal, Lilly was picking at her food unenthusiastically, Jackson was making a mess allover the table and Miley was nibbling at some toast her daddy came and sat down with them holding a sealed package.

"What's that daddy?" she asked.

"It arrived this morning for you darling."

"For me?" she asked shocked." As Miley and not Hannah?"

"That's what it says on the address."

"I thought nobody knew I was staying in this hotel?" she frowned looking at the package wearily.

"Nobody does." Her dad nodded as Lilly poked the sealed thick envelope with the end of her fork as though expecting it to do something.

"What if someone found out I was Hannah Montana and decided to play this stupid joke on me!" she immediately panicked.

"You know what would solve the answer to all of your problems?" Jackson said.

"What?" she looked at him desperately.

"Opening it."

She gave a sigh and slowly opened it only for the surprise present to be an ordinary teen magazine. There was a yellow sticky label on the front that said to turn to page 25.

"I think I know who that might be from" Lilly grinned.

"Who?" Oliver managed to ask with his mouth full.

Miley turned to that page and at the bottom, in a column, was a picture of her and Jake Ryan and the picture that was taken while they were in Italy and he was stood really close to her going to grab his drink. Of course you couldn't see he was reaching for his drink so the shot looked like he was placing his hand somewhere else and it also looked like she was gazing dreamily into his eyes. "Jake Ryan makes a splash in Europe." The headline read and another yellow sticky label said, just above the picture "We make a cute couple don't you think?"

"Jake Ryan …" Miley muttered," How does he even know where I'm staying?"

"Stalker." Oliver said in his eerie voice.

"Awwwwwww." Lilly said right on cue.

"I can't believe we ended up in a magazine." She folded it shut with a sigh.

"You do look like a cute couple." Lilly admitted.

"What were you doing in that picture?" Jackson demanded as he saw it.

"You were there. He stood in front of me to get his drink and the picture came out all wrong!"

"It better had." He warned.

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"Darling there is no way you can rehearse wearing that." Robbie Ray told his daughter at the dance studio.

Miley looked down at her pink winter skiing outfit in puzzlement.

"You can't even see your face." He yanked the scarf from around her neck with a disbelieving and impatient noisy breath.

"Yeah Miles, you look ridiculous." Jackson walked over to them wearing fur lined boots and a tasseled hat.

"Some poor animal was killed just so your skinny little feet could be warm!"

"Well sorry Miss. America we can't all be perfect." He did a royal bow.

"Sweet Niblets you two." Robbie Ray parted them both," Jackson go over there with Lilly and Oliver and Miley, it is not that cold so go change into something you can walk in. This trip was about family bonding and I haven't seen either of you do anything for each other."

"I didn't tell anyone it was Jackson who stained the leather in the limo after dropping his chili dog." Miley said after a while of silence.

"Miley!" Jackson yelled.

She paused in realization," I guess until now …" and scurried away with Jackson's best apology to their dad ringing like a bell in her ear. He was such a kiss-up!

"Any news from Jake?" Lilly asked her as she joined the two at the bench.

"None." Miley shook her head," It's worse than him being here, at least then I know what he is up to."

"Miss Montana!" the dance choreographer called and beckoned.

"That's my cue to leave. Just … don't break anything ok … and Oliver stay away from anything with wires!"

He pulled her a face and then complained," I bet it's hotter in Alaska!" and hugged the hot water bottle more firmly to his chest.

"You know who you remind me of?" Lilly giggled," Frosty the snowman … mixed with Rudolph because of your red nose."

"Ha-ha Lillian."

"I said don't call me Lillian!"

"I think I will from now on just because it annoys you." Jackson smirked as he had finished his groveling.

"You annoy me enough without full naming me."

"What rattled your cage?" he asked perching next to her on the bench and blowing on his hands.

"The freaking cold buried my cage in an avalanche of ice!"

"And snow." Oliver added unhelpfully.

Jackson looked at her and grinned," You have a red nose."

"You have red ears!" she shot back.

"You have pink cheeks!"

"You'll have a busted nose if you don't back up off of me." She warned.

"She gets grumpy when it's cold." Oliver whispered moving up a bit.

"Does someone need to visit there happy place?" Jackson gave a big smile and an enthusiastic clap.

"Yeah!" Oliver said all serious and closed his eyes," I'm seeing a fountain of cheese … and a mountain of nachos …"

Lilly and Jackson just turned away from him.

"Want me to make you a happy place?"

"Why yes guru Jackson just make it have a Hawaiian setting and a shirtless Orlando Bloom."

He couldn't help feeling a tinge of jealousy at her pirate reference.

"Ok then imagine palm trees and a wide sandy beach …" he began describing a perfect island getaway and she closed her eyes and smiled.

Forget Orlando Bloom she wanted a shirtless Jackson Stewart … OMG did she really just think that?

-"With no annoying Oliver or annoying Miley or no annoying parents …"

"Just me and you." She said quietly but she actually meant to just think it.

"What?" he asked leaning a little closer.

"I didn't say anything! I have my happy place so make sure you keep your beak out of it!" she shuffled away from him suddenly.

"Mood swing or what?" he shrugged. He thought that awkward phase between them had passed.

"Sorry, the cold is messing with my brain cells."

"You have brain cells?" he joked and she gave him a playful nudge.

"Your confusing me with Oliver." She stuck her thumb in the direction he was in and did double take. He still had his eyes closed but was now swaying.

"MISS. MONTANA CAN YOU FOCUS!!!" the dance choreographer yelled at the pop princess in frustration.

"Anyway." Jackson shook his head distractedly as Miley stuck her tongue out at his back.

"You look freezing." He commented.

"I am." She nodded," Last night I had to sleep with Miley I was so cold. We were just laid there shivering all night"

"In the same bed?" he frowned.

"It's a girl thing, we do that."

"If Oliver as so much as headed in my direction…" he did a punching movement.

"It's different for guys and girls." Lily explained and put her hand on the side of the bench.

"I still don't get it." Jackson accidentally put his hand on top of hers and a bolt of lightening swept through his body. He left it there longer than necessary and she quickly muttered,"I'm not that cold anymore!" and stood up.

"-With that swirly cream and rainbow sprinkles and not to forget the hot fudge sauce …" Oliver was saying dreamily with a drop of drool rolling down the corner of his mouth.

The sound of a phone beeping broke the atmosphere and Lilly searched everywhere for it until she realized it was in Miley's Hannah bag and it was the Hannah phone that was beeping and not her own personal cell phone.

She held it up for Miley to catch a glimpse of, making her mess up her dance number; receive another earful from the choreographer until she managed to make it over alive.

"Your Hannah phone." Lilly passed it to her.

"Hannah I need your help- from Jake Ryan"

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