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What's up peoples?! Someone got the first song! But there's still the second one! Now peoples, I need you to think! Oh, and I've changed the rules. You can now PM me the answer. Which is how BoredHpfan got the answer! This is actually smarter for me, cause than if the next person gets it right from a PM none of you can go cheat and look at the reviews!

Thanks to EveryBookHasItsMiracle, aprilrainer15, nazgurl92, BrazilianPrincess, BoredHpfan, and Pouring.My.Heart.Out xJul for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I own neither Hannah Montana nor the two songs that she sings in the chapters to come! Thank you. Now go read!

"Hey Miley, wanna go out tonight?" Matt Birchman pulled up to Miley's table at Rico's after school on Friday. She looked up from her notebook and frowned. This kid was a scavenger, taking any date that a girl would accept. And he smelled like moldy cheese and was just as appetizing.

"No thanks," she answered, failing miserably at her feeble attempt to hide the reproachful tone in her rejection.

"Your loss," he said, and she knew she'd won. That was his last-ditch effort.

"I'll live," she responded dryly, her pencil and attention going back to the notebook in her hands.

He walked away, nodding his head at Lilly as she and Oliver walked past. She scrunched up her nose in distaste. What a hyena!

"Hey Miley, what was that about?" Lilly asked, taking up Matt's seat.

"That creep was trying to convince me to go out with him," Miley informed, never removing her eyes from her precious song book.

"You didn't say yes, did you?" Lilly asked worriedly.

"I said TRYING, didn't I?"

"Thank God!" Oliver interjected. "That dude has more dating problems than me."

"And I never thought it was possible." This comment obviously uttered from Lilly's mouth.

Later that night, Lilly slept over. Robby Ray was up in his room, taking care of bills and leaving the girls to a Zombie High marathon in the living room, unfortunately for Miley. But she decided to watch it anyway. The current episode was about a girl named Whitney (who ended up being Zerronda's half sister) put Drew (Jake), under a spell and he starts harassing humans instead of zombies.

Miley found this plot to be interesting, unlike most of his episodes. And this episode did spark an inspiration for her new song. She pulled out her pink notebook and started working.

Four weeks later… (Miley's POV)

I pulled up to the JV and D 109.6 Las Angeles studio and fixed my blonde wig in my rearview mirror before stepping out and walking inside. Once I stepped inside I was introduced to the staff and the DJ, Jim Valedario. Jim and I went over our lines (there wasn't many) before the show. It started at 3:00, so I got to leave school after lunch to get ready.

Finally, after much boredom, the show started. "Hello LA, it's me, Jimmy V, here for our nonstop hour of new hit songs! To start us off, we have a special guest who will be introducing her new song. Everyone, you know her, you love her, here's Hannah Montana!"

"Hey Jimmy, it's great to see you again!" Miley read aloud from the paper in her hands. So all these things they say on the radio is fake!

"Hey Hannah! So tell us about this song of yours."

"Well, it's called Teardrops On My Guitar and it's actually Country which was something a little new for me, but it reminded me of Tennessee. I had a great time making it and I hope you guys enjoy listening to it." 'Oh please, I had about as much fun making it as Uncle Earl when he was forced to do yoga with Aunt Pearl," Miley inwardly grumbled.

"Well then, without further ado here's the world premiere of Hannah Montana's new song, Teardrops On My Guitar."

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

But want, and I need him

Everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful

That girl he talks about

And she's got everything

That I have to live without

Drew talks to me

I laugh cause it's just so funny

But I can't even see

I stopped listening after this. I felt some hot tears prickling my eyes. I got up, said goodbye, and walked to my car. I didn't have to stay. My job was to introduce the song.

When I turned the car on, the song was still playing, though it was almost done.

So I drive home alone

As I turn off the lights

I'll put his picture down

And maybe get some sleep tonight

Cause he's the reason for the

Teardrops on my guitar

The only one who's got enough of me

To break my heart

He's the time taking up

But there's never enough

And he's all that I need to fall in to

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

--

Aha! In your face Brad! I told you she was over me! I shouted victoriously in my head as I drove home from school. Of course I couldn't say that to his face… he didn't know that Miley and Hannah are the same people.

I pulled up to my drive way and saw my sister waiting there.

"Hey Nick, what's up?" I asked as I pulled my keys out of the ignition and got out of my car. She walked over to me.

"That's the welcome I get after three months away at college?!" she asks, pretending to be hurt. Acting runs in my family.

"Come here," I ordered, opening my arms wide for my big sister. She walks over and nearly squeezes the life out of me.

"Hey, so who's Miley?" she asked curiously, though I could tell by her tone that she was being suggestive.

"My friend," I answered in a tone that enforced my statement.

"Oh, well she's coming over tonight after your date with Tiffany. Who's Tiffany?" she asked after repeating Miley's message.

"My girlfriend," I answered in annoyed way. Well this upcoming Christmas vacation was looking fun!

"Ooh, is she pretty?"

"You'll see tonight. She's coming here and then we're going to eat."

"So, wanna go play Gin?"

"Bring it!"

--

"And then she made this joke about some nerd that sits next to her in math. It was so funny. He sounds like Danny," Jake told me at his house that night. We were supposed to be working on homework (and the play) but all he could talk about was Bitchany- I-I mean, Tiffany.

I smiled and barely managed a nod as he went on about their dinner. I had no idea what he was saying. I was too busy trying to figure out how many colors were in his eyes. So far I'd gotten six shades of green and two shades of blue. Oh, I found another green!

"Jake, we're home!" Mrs. Ryan announced, coming in the front door. "Oh, hello Miley! How's the play coming?" I like her. She's a lot more pleasant than most movie star's moms.

"Pretty good Mrs. Ryan."

"Oh, I told you dear, call me Debbie," she instructed for probably the umpteenth time.

His father was quick to follow, and I couldn't help but notice that he had multiple colors in his eyes too. Then, a pretty girl came in that bared a striking resemblance to Jake. Except she had more of Deb's face.

"Hey Jake, can I have one of your diaries. Mine got filled up and I need a new- Oh, hello," she said tentatively, her gaze landing on me. I smiled politely and nodded. Jake's face was turning red. Diaries, Jake?!

"I told you, they're journals. And why were you in my room?!" he demanded in a hushed tone hoping I wouldn't hear. Oops!

"I was trying to make sure you're still a virgin," she answered innocently. Then she turned to me and added, "He is."

His mouth was agape and I bit my lip to stop a laugh. "So, who's this?" she asked, attention back on Jake.

A little resignedly, he answered, "Nicole, this is my friend Miley. Miley, this is my sister, Nicole." We shook hands.

"Jake," she started, "I don't get why you're not dating her. She's much prettier than that Tiffany girl. And she seems ten times nicer." And with that, she turned on her heel and started up the stairs, completely unaware her brother's 'what the hell?!' look. This time a giggle managed to escape. I think I'm gonna like his sister.

His face was a darker shade of crimson as we sat back down on his couch.

"Sisters!" he grumped finally opening the script.

"Yeah, well brothers aint much better."

"I'd trade my sister's nosiness for your brother's stupidity any day."

"Ok!" I eagerly agreed. He laughed. All of a sudden, without turning around, he shouted, "Nick, go away!" And sure enough, standing on the bottom step was his nosy sister.

After about a half hour of rehearsing, we got bored.

"Hey, ya wanna go outside?" he asked and you could hear the boredom in his voice.

"Sure." We headed out onto his porch. I noticed a shiny acoustic guitar sitting on a stand near the bench. He saw me pondering this.

"I play," he explained, gesturing to the instrument.

"Really? You?" I asked, not willing to believe it.

"Yeah, ya wanna hear something?" I nodded. He started playing Wonderwall by Oasis. For an actor, he was pretty good.

"I've never told anyone before." I cocked an eyebrow.

"Not even Tiffany?" I asked using all my will not spit out her name like a drug. He shook his head.

"And no one's gonna find out, right?" he asked in a false threatening tone.

"Find out what?" I asked ignorantly. He chuckled and I smiled.

--

It was about a week later. Mr. Correlli was having us all work on being passionate. No, not our characters being passionate for eachother. (I wish!) No, he means being passionate about something.

So Jake and I were up there, pretending to argue over my script. But then he took it a notch too far.

"Well, I think your story would be much better if the kiss came before the argument!" he griped, his face starting to redden with anger. I wonder if it's real or fake. Cause let's face it; that boy could argue.

I gasped. That made no sense! "Na ah! The kiss works way better after the argument dummy!" Now if only that could really happen…

"Don't bring my English grade into this!" he demanded and the rest of the class busted out laughing. Well, the two of us were definitely getting an A on this assignment.

"Well maybe if you knew the way a romance scene goes you wouldn't have a D in that class!" I hate it when he argues. It really eats me up inside. Dang I need to get a grip.

"D+! And besides, I'm an actor! I think I've done enough of these scenes to know that the kiss comes before the argument!"

"Ok, I think you two are done," Mr. Correlli remarked looking a little scared. Jake and I were inches apart. Close enough to…

I heard Lilly say, "They haven't even started." I sent an ice-cold glare in her direction.

Ok, so Teardrops On My Guitar was the first song. But there's still another one for you guys to guess on!

Luv Wendy! :)(: (Remember, you can now PM me your answer. IDK if I let you before.)