Mm, so this is the last chapter. Not much else to say, except I'm most likely not doing the epilogue. The more I think about it the more I don't like it. Oh, and if anyone knows what chapter the cast list is on (if I even had one) could you let me know? I was searching for it and I couldn't find it, and now it's bothering me.

The entire cast was out on stage for the final scene. Lilly stood gaping incredulously at Miley who was moving closer to Jake who was staring at her with a befuddled expression. The others stood around them in various places, each with their own shocked looks turned on the two leads.

Miley gripped the collar of Jake's blazer and pulled her face up to his. Only Jake caught her look of apprehension, and a light smirk took its place on his mouth at the thought of what her face would like after this was over.

He wasn't supposed to meet her for the kiss, but he couldn't help himself. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was only a few centimeters, nothing that Mr. Correlli would see.

His hands were also a few seconds early to her waist, but again, the audience didn't know what was actually written. Minor last-minute changes weren't a big deal.

Miley's eyes squeezed shut as she prepared to meet Jake's lips; something that hadn't happened since well before Tiffany. She started counting to eight as her lips greeted Jake's.

1, 2…

The struggle to remain focused on her surroundings was proving to be difficult, a task only made more demanding as Jake's mouth pressed harder into hers. Confusion claimed her brain. What is he doing?! He has a girlfriend!

3, 4…

Her sense of reality was lost by his next action. He had been pulling her tighter into him, her nose becoming evermore clouded by the intoxicating mix of his cologne, shampoo, and aftershave. He shaves? Then, before she could prevent it, her bottom lip was between his teeth, tugging at it with as much force as he dared.

5, 6…

The hands that had once been content to sitting at the back of his neck had begun to roam over his shoulders. Her right hand bunched into a small fist, from which her index finger popped back out and began to trailer down the white shirt of his tux. This seemed to please Jake since the sucking on her lip increased.

7…Mmm

"Mmm," the sound that had been building in the back of her throat pulled them apart, wide eyes meeting as they once again became aware of the time and place. Miley turned her gaze to Lilly who was staring back at her with wide eyes, looking like she was ready to burst into laughter and-slash-or a fit of excited squealing. Miley's face burned a deep, dark shade of crimson.

The audience roared with applause, and Jake and Miley turned and bowed. The rest of the cast followed their lead, moving to the front of the stage and joining hands. After one final, group bow, the curtains fell shut and people went to the dressing rooms to get changed.

That's where Lilly cornered Miley.

"So, what was going on out there?" Lilly asked in a suggestive tone. Miley's face again took the color of a tomato, and she turned her whole self away from her best friend to hide it.

"The kiss that was in the script," she replied as if the blonde wasn't making sense.

"Oh, and was that moan in the script too?" she asked, stepping in front of Miley. She didn't fail to notice the blush.

"It's called reading between the lines Lilly!" She sat down on a chair and began strapping up her heels and noticed her friend was still standing there. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "He was biting my lip!" she whisper-yelled just loud enough for her already dressed friend to hear. Lilly's jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"Don't make me repeat myself," Miley whined, standing up and grabbing her backpack.

"Wow, so much for Tiffany." Miley groaned at the thought of the star's girlfriend. "Did you see the way she stormed out during the kiss?!" Lilly realized what she said. "Well, probably not seeing as you were a little busy." She nudged Miley with her elbow.

"Oh God, you don't think she heard, um, anything," she made sure Lilly understood what she meant before continuing, "do you?"

"Nah, I don't think anyone in the audience did." A small sigh of relief escaped Miley. However, that breath was sucked right back in as she caught Jake's eye, and a deep blush consumed her face. Jake half smiled at her before turning his attention back to Mr. Correlli.

--

"But tomorrow, how bout you don't use as much force in the kiss, right?" Mr. Correlli asked Jake. The movie star looked away from Miley's retreating figure and turned his eyes back to his teacher.

"Yeah, sure." What did he just say? Jake walked away with a shrug. He went out into the parking lot and saw Oliver's black Toyota was missing from the parking lot. Miley's left. Jake sighed. He had hoped to talk to her, but things weren't looking that way. Well, there's always tomorrow. He hopped into his car and drove off in the direction of his house.

Ok, he lived in a mansion, but so did every other celebrity he knew! It was a secluded beach house a few miles outside of LA. The outside was off-white and the shingles on the roof a rusty red. The two rooms that faced the ocean each had their own balcony. One was his and one was the guest room. His dad didn't like the sun shining in on him when he was working in his room in the evening. He preferred to work under the bill-raising electric lamp, so his parents took a room on the first floor connecting to the bathroom down there.

Jake's sister wasn't home often enough for them to allow her the other balcony room. She usually lived with a friend in an apartment near her school in Santa Monica, but had been staying with the family for the holidays.

Jake pulled in to the long winding driveway but stopped short of the garage. In front of him were two really nice cars. One was a light metallic silver Boxter S Porsche. It was a convertible, and the interior of the car was a terracotta red with two seats.

Next to it sat a red Jaguar with a dark brown, walnut-patterned interior and a black steering wheel. The seats were off white and quite comfy looking. It was also a convertible, but the black top was up for reasons Jake did not yet know.

Nikki had beaten him home from the play, but she was too mesmerized by the cars to tease Jake about the passionate onstage kiss he'd shared with Miley. Jake got out to have a closer look at the vehicles.

Just after he was done walking the perimeter of both vehicles the front door opened. When Jake turned to look he saw his mother, father, father's mother, and father's father walking toward him.

"Hey guys. Uh, what's with the cars?" he asked, brow furrowed, pointing his thumb behind him to the Porsche and the Jag. "Grandma, grandpa, did you two get new cars or something?"

"Sure did," his grandfather proclaimed proudly. That explains the top up. Grandpa hates too much wind rushing over his gray head.

"Ok, then why did you two drive separate?"

"To show off both cars, duh," Nikki stated as if it were obvious. This made the adults laugh.

"Well, your grandma and I are going on a cruise for the holidays and decided to give you your Christmas presents early." This was not uncommon. Growing up, Jake's grandparents on his dad's side were often traveling to some relaxing place for Christmas and New Years, and they would drop by to give the kids their presents before hand. Jake wasn't the only Ryan with money.

Grandpa Ryan opened the back door of the Jag and pulled out a tiny box, handing it to Jake. Grandma Ryan did the same, only Nikki's box came from the Porsche. The grandkid's eagerly tore off the paper. Each held a jewelry box in their hand.

Jake was more confused than Nikki, and there for she opened it first. Her shriek caught the movie star's attention. Nikki was holding up a car key attached to a car-unlocking button. Catching on, Jake opened his as well. And sure enough, he pulled out a small key that was also attached to a button.

"No way! Grandpa, you got me a Jag?!" He pulled the older man into a hug, then did the same to his grandma.

"Yup. Now the next time you take a girl on a date you can impress her with this snazzy car."

Jake chuckled slightly. "Yeah." Then a thought crossed his mind. "Yeah," he replied again, this time with the tone of a secret plan building in the back of his mind. He got into the front seat of the car and rolled down the window. "Hey uh, thanks again for the car. And have fun on your cruise! I've got somewhere to be." And with that said he sped out of the driveway and into the street, gunning the engine.

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"Thanks Oliver!" Miley called to the black Toyota Sequoia that was pulling out of her driveway. She walked up to the door and stopped short. There sat an old, blue convertible with a black interior. It was parked behind her much prettier blue convertible, which only worsened its looks. But Miley couldn't have been more excited by its appearance. She bolted into the house.

There, sitting on the couch, talking to their dad sat Miley's big brother, Jackson.

"Jackson!" she cried, running over to him. He stood up, grinning, just in time for her to squeeze the air from his lungs.

"Miley. Can't. Breathe."

She pulled back, face red. "Sorry. What are you doing here?!"

"I'm on break." Then Miley thought about it. Christmas is in less than a week. I'm on winter break! The play had been so time-consuming over the past few weeks that she hadn't even realized the date. That would explain the scanty amount of homework they received.

The three of them sat and talked for a while before her dad suddenly shot up from the couch and walked over to the counter. "Oh Mile, I forgot to tell ya. The producers of Zombie High sent ya this." He tossed her a thick, golden-yellow envelope. She opened it curiously and pulled out a thick book-like object.

"Oh, the script for the next episode." She flipped through it, not really looking at anything, before returning to the front page. It was entitled 'Fearless'. "Huh."

Peeking back inside the envelope she noticed a small white not. She pulled it out and read it.

Dear Hannah,

Happy Holidays. Hope you like the way the script turned out. We were hoping that, after you read through it, you could maybe write a song that we could play at some point during the episode. Let us know when you get the chance.

Sincerely, Roger

Jackson yawned from his spot next to her. "Well, I think I'm gonna hit the sack. A three hour car drive can really wear ya out. Night!"

"Yeah, I think I'll go upstairs and read over this. See ya daddy." Miley jogged up the steps to her bedroom where the little bundle of white and tan fur was waiting. She let him outside and watched him do his business. Once he was done she let him back in and walked into her closet. She changed out of her dress and heels and into a pair of red, pink, and white plaid boxers from Abercrombie. She still wore her strapless bra, and over that she put on a pink tank. Then she went over to her desk.

Just as she flipped open the script her cell phone started blasting,

Just dance

Gonna be ok

Gotta do-do

And just dance

She walked over to her bed and flipped open her phone. It was a text from Jake.

What kinda subway do u like?

She stared blankly at her phone's screen before typing a reply.

Cold cut trio w/ American cheese

The response was almost instant.

That's it?

Yeah, y?

No reason

Giving her phone one last questioning glance, she walked back to her desk and began reading.

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How can there be so many damn people at one restaurant at ten thirty at night?! Jake griped in his head. He'd made his big entrance at Subway with his shiny new car, screeching to a halt in one of the farthest parking spaces. He'd been standing in line for over ten minutes.

He'd left his phone out since he'd texted Miley over four minutes ago and had been checking its clock incessantly. What was worse was that most of the customers had been attending the play, and they kept trying to talk to him about it. And if it wasn't that, they were just fans of his show or one of his movies.

Finally, after another three and a half minutes it was his turn. He placed and order for a foot long cold cut with extra meat-it looked too flimsy otherwise-and white American cheese.

They gave him strange looks when he said that's it while the crowd behind him sighed with relief. After ordering a large drink, he paid and went to fill it up with Diet Coke.

He got out as quickly as his fans would let him pressed the button to unlock the Jag. Once he managed to open the door while balancing his drink and the sandwich bag in one arm (he didn't think to put one of these things on top of the vehicle) he got in. Carefully he set the soda in the cupholder and tossed the sandwich into the back seat. Then he sped dangerously towards Miley's house.

When he arrived he was disheartened to not see any lights on. He'd have to go around back. Right as he was about to get out he had a thought. Reaching into the backpack that he'd carelessly thrown in the back, he dug around for his iPod. He plugged it into the car using his car charger and changed the radio station to the right channel.

He pressed shuffle and was confused when a strange beat began playing. He waited for the lyrics and groaned when he heard them.

Superstar, where ya from, how's it goin?

I know you

He switched it before it could continue. Nikki! The next song made him blush, and he considered it for a moment. But finally he decided against it. Not right for a first date.

MC, uh, uh, uh, in the place to be

Oh yeah (X9)

I know that you've been waiting for me

And I'm waiting too

In my imagination

I'll be all up on you

I know you got that fever for me

Hundred and two

And boy I know I feel the same

My temperature's through the roof

After skipping a few more songs Jake landed on the perfect one. After he fast forwarded it to the beginning and fixed his hair with the product in his backpack, Jake got out of the car. He locked it twice, just to be safe.

--

Miley was about half way through the script when Blaze started barking. He ran over to the door, jumping up and down.

"Shh, you'll wake dad and Jackson!" But the little beagle continued on baying. "I just let you out a half hour ago! Ugh, fine!" She opened the deck door and stopped in her tracks.

Jake, still in his 'dress up' clothes, had one leg over the railing of her deck. The other was still dangling off the side.

"Hey, could you help me?"

With a befuddled expression, Miley walked over to him, shooing her dog out of the way, and pulled Jake onto the deck.

As he straightened out his clothes and tweaked his hair, Miley asked, "What are you doing?!" in a whisper-yell.

"I wanna show you something." He looked around for a way to get down, and Miley gestured with an amused smile to the stairs on the other side of the deck. Jake's face flushed. "Oh."

After putting Blaze back in her room and being instructed to grab a towel or a blanket, Miley and Jake snuck off her deck and around to the front of the house. As they reached his house, Miley stopped short once again. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Jake, is that a, a-"

"A Jaguar? Why yes, yes it is." When she still didn't say anything, he continued, "My grandparents gave it to me as an early Christmas present."

"The rich ones?" she asked, momentarily breaking her gawking to address him.

"Mm-hmm. I thought you might appreciate a ride in it."

"Seriously?!"

"No, I'm lying," he joked, then offered his hand. She hesitated, remembering the script and the song she had started form from it. "What? I won't bite. Unless that's what you want." He wiggled his eyebrows and a blush rose to her cheeks; remembering the kiss they had shared earlier. "Miley come on. You won't be gone long."

"Well, alright!" Jake walked her over to the car and opened her door.

"Madam."

She laughed at him. "You're so weird sometimes." He grinned at her, then walked around to the drivers side. They drove in silence, allowing Miley to admire the inside of the car. After about ten minutes, they stopped.

Looking around, Miley noticed they were at Ridge Point. It was a little parking lot on the side of the road with a railing to prevent anyone from falling. It was usually a fifteen to twenty minute drive, and her awe with the Jag only increased. "Wow."

"Yeah. So, hungry?"

"What?"

"Are you hungry?" he asked again, only slower. As if answering his question Miley's stomach let out a loud, grumbling sound.

"A little." Jake reached into the backseat and pulled out the subway bag and the large beach towel Miley had grabbed out of her pile of clean laundry. That's when it clicked. "A picnic?" He grinned again.

The two of them got out, Miley grabbing the pop, and Jake spread the towel over the hood of his car. Jake hopped up and, after a moment of apprehension, Miley followed. Jake pulled out the sandwich, handing Miley half of it.

After taking a bite, Jake said, "Hmm, not bad."

They ate and talked about random stuff, like who messed up their lines in the play. Miley carefully avoided the kiss, and Jake made no move to bring it up either. Once the sandwiches were gone, Miley leaned back against the windshield, enjoying how much more numerous the stars were at Ridge Point as opposed to the city.

Jake stared at her for a while and she pretended not to notice.

"So," she finally started after she couldn't stand the feeling of 'organism under a microscope' any longer. She turned and propped herself up onto her left elbow to face Jake. "Why'd you bring me all the way out here?"

"Well I know how big of a car freak you are, and I thought you should be the first passenger in the Jaguar."

"But that doesn't explain why you brought me here," she pointed out.

He sighed. "Alright, well I have something to tell you." Her eyebrows rose, but she made no indication of interrupting. "I broke up with Tiffany last week."

A big wave of excitement rushed over Miley, something she tried to hide from her face. She failed. "Why are you telling me?" she asked.

"Because about two weeks ago I heard you singing on your deck."

She looked down for a moment, trying to remember which song that was. Two weeks ago she'd only sang on her deck once. Her eyes went wide as she looked back at Jake. "Oh God!" she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands. Jake feared that she would start sobbing but she didn't. She only shook her head back and fourth.

"It's ok." He reached out and rubbed her right arm. She removed her hands.

"That was never spose to be heard by anyone else." He half smiled and continued to rub her arm. After she had calmed down and come to terms with this news she stated, "that was two things." He laughed. "So, why'd you two breakup?"

"Because everyone else was right about her. She was just using me for her own personal gain."

"It took you two months to realize that?!" He sighed.

"Well it took your real song for me to get that you like me," he pointed out. She looked away. I thought we'd gotten off that topic! "But, that wasn't the entire reason I broke up with her." Miley's face snapped back to his, eager for details. "I only started going out with her to get over someone else," he explained, moving the hand that had been resting contently on her arm up to her face, tucking a cluster of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail back behind her ear. But she didn't seem to get it.

Great, another girl! "Oh." Her tone was low and said. He's telling me this why?

"Yeah, a really pretty brunette with the most amazing blue eyes." He stared directly into said eyes as he spoke, and swelled with joy as he watched them grow wide with realization. "It didn't work."

"Oh," she replied in a more dazed tone than before. He smiled down at her and she bit her lip.

After about ten minutes of more random babbling they decided to head back. Jake had a photoshoot in the morning and the Stewarts were preparing for their family that was coming in from Tennessee. Plus, there was Christmas with the Truscotts that all three of them were attending in the early afternoon. Robby was Heather's date.

When they reentered the car, Jake remembered the iPod. After they were at a nice driving speed he pressed play. Miley stared questionably at the speakers, and then at him. He just smiled, but didn't take his eyes off the road.

Yeah, yeah, oh-oh, oh girl, yeah, yeah, oh-oh

Your face, your hair, your attitude

Your eyes, your smile, your body too

"You listen to NLT?"

"Yeah, do you?"

"They opened for me once."

"Cool." They listened to the lyrics in silence, and Miley began to understand that it wasn't coincidence that this song happened to be playing. Her face warmed slightly with that realization.

Baby that's why I choose you

You're not that everyday girl

But still around the way girl

Baby that's why I choose you

Cuz you know what I'm thinkin

Before I even speak it

Just so they don't get it confused

It's Y-O-U

And everything I do

Is for Y-O-U

Oh, I'm convinced baby

You're the one for me, girl

I know, for sure

Baby that's why I choose you

The song repeated until they got back to her house, and by then Miley was overwhelmed with emotion. The biggest feeling though was drowsiness. She almost fell asleep in the car drove over gravel without a sound.

When the car came to a stop she let out a big yawn and Jake laughed slightly to himself. "I think we stayed out past your bedtime."

"Your so funny," she stated dryly, opening the car door. They walked quickly around her house, then quietly up the stairs so as not to arouse Blaze. When they got to the door, Miley turned to face him.

"So, thanks. I had fun."

"Same here. We should do it again some time."

She smiled shyly at him, knowing exactly what he was planning to do next. She leaned towards him, her eyes falling shut when his lips greeted hers. They were so warm and gentle, and she couldn't think of a better feeling than the one they gave her.

Since it was a goodnight kiss, though, gentlemen etiquette prevented Jake from deepening it. He pulled back after a brief five seconds. Her face was already smiling when he did.

"Night, Miley."

"Well now how'm I spose to sleep?!" she demanded jokingly. He took a few steps back so he wouldn't be as tempted to kiss her again. He'd get the chance again during their second show tomorrow, er, tonight. He laughed and grinned.

"I'm sure you'll figure out a way.

And sure enough, a big yawn escaped her mouth and she rubbed one of her eyes. "G'night," she mumbled as he prodded over to the steps. She opened the door just as Blaze began to bark. Finally things are how they're supposed to be.

The End

Wow, that's the second story I've finished today! And if you didn't know, Holiday Tales is over too. I posted the links to stuff from both last chapter and this chapter on my other account, so check them out (after you review of course)! Hasta!

Luv Wendy! :)(:

Oh, and this chapter was ten and a half pages, or 4,841 words. Just in case you wanted to know how hard I worked!