Chapter Two- Annoying Reports and Subs

Lily and Jake hung out at Miley's house the rest of the day. Oliver arrived right after school, grumbling about his irritating mom. Miley turned on the radio and tuned it in to her favorite station. After a few minutes they heard a familiar song.

So what you see is only half the story,

There's another side of me,

I'm the girl you know but I'm someone else to,

If you only knew,

It's a crazy life,

But I'm alright.

Jake almost laughed at his ignorance. This song practically told the story of Miley's life. The fact that he never realized that Miley was Hannah made him feel pretty stupid.

I got everything I've always wanted,

I'm living the dream,

So yeah, everything I've always wanted,

Is it always what it seems,

I'm a lucky girl who's dreams came true,

But underneath it all I'm just like you.

The song was suddenly cut off and the DJ began speaking. "Man do I have some interesting news for you! It has just been reported that a secret identity of Hannah Montana has been revealed. The fourteen year old pop-sensation has been literally getting "the best of both worlds", living half of her life as Hannah Montana, and the other half as mild mannered Miley. Miley Stewart goes to Sea View Middle school-"

Jake leaned over and cut the radio off. He looked back at Miley worriedly. Her eyes sparkled with tears as they silently slipped down her cheeks. Jake gently wiped the tears from her face and was startled when Miley laid her head on his shoulder. Startled, yes, irritated, no. He smiled and stroked her hair and Miley soon feel asleep on his shoulder. It had been a tiring day for her, he was surprised she hadn't passed out from exhaustion sooner. He saw the remote to the TV beside him and picked it up, turned it on and turned it down before it could wake Miley up. He turned it to the media news channel, seeing a clip from a Hannah Montana concert.

If we were a movie,

You'd be the right guy,

And I'd be the best friend,

That you'd fall in love with,

In the end we'd be laughing,

Watching the sunset fade to black,

Show the names,

Play that happy song.

He chuckled slightly and looked down at Hannah's alter ego, sleeping on his shoulder. How had he not noticed it before? As he looked at Miley now he could easily see Hannah in her, but it seemed almost to bizarre to comprehend. Lily and Oliver had gone home shortly after Miley had fallen asleep. Her dad still wasn't back from picking up Jackson, so Jake turned off the TV and simply enjoyed the quiet. He was relishing in the peaceful moment when he heard the slight 'click' of a camera going off. He gently laid Miley's head on a pillow and stood up, walking towards the window. Peeking outside he saw dozens of reporters in various places, bushes, cars, a few were trying to sneak into the backyard. He sighed in annoyance and pulled all the curtains closed and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. You never know what a reporter might do to get a story.

He walked silently into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "You won't mind, will you Miley?" He waited for a reply, knowing none would come. "Okay dokey then, I'll just help myself." He pulled out various sandwich meats and condiments, the proceeded to make a huge sub. After his 'masterpiece' was completed, he put everything back and sat down at the table. Just as he was about to bite into his glorious work he heard the door to his right, the back door, unlock. He jumped up, ready to fight off any crazed fan or reporter, both of which can be frightening at times. Instead, Miley's dad and Jackson walked in, staring at Jake like he was crazy. It was then Jake realized he was holding his sandwich like a weapon, as if it could really do any harm. He laughed nervously and put it back on the plate. "I hope you don't mind, I never got a chance to eat lunch, and Miley was asleep."

Jackson looked at the sub hungrily, "As long as you can make me one, we don't mind at all, right dad?"

The man chuckled, "You're fine, Jake. And just so you know I really appreciate you looking after Miley for me."

Jake nodded, "No problem. There were some reporters here earlier, I'm not sure if they've all left or not."

Mr. Stewart nodded and walked to the front door. Jake stopped eating to see what he would do. "Can I help you?" A few reporters began throwing out questions, but the man simply raised his hands. "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong house."

One reporter spoke up, "Isn't this the house of Miley Stewart?"

The man laughed, "No, they just moved. I think they said there was some big secret everyone found out. Why, what's so special about this Miley girl?" Jake looked over as Miley sat up, hearing her name had woken her up. She looked over at him in confusion and Jake motioned to be quiet.

"Haven't you heard the news!? She's Hannah Montana! Do you know where they went?"

He shrugged, "I think they were heading for Tennessee." The reporters asked a few more questions before driving off, in search of Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana. He closed the door and walked back inside.

"Nice work, Mr. Stewart."

The man smiled and looked at Miley, realizing she was awake. "How's your ankle feeling, bud?"

She shrugged, "It's sore, but the swelling has gone down." Her dad picked up the ice off her ankle and carried it into the kitchen. Jake came and sat down by Miley. "Jake, I don't know what to say. Thank you, for everything." He smiled and nodded.

"Oh, I called Hannah's doctor, she'll be over in a few minutes to check out your ankle."

Miley looked over at her dad, "Why did you call Hannah's doctor? When I'm not in my 'Hannah mode' will she still see me?"

Her dad chuckled, "Honey, she's known from the beginning who you were really were. I wasn't allowed to put fake names on our medical insurance."

Miley stared, "You mean she knew who I was all along and didn't tell anyone?"

He nodded, "Yep. She's used to patient confidentiality."

Miley laughed, "Even when she's dealing with celebrities?"

He laughed as well, "Especially when she's dealing with celebrities." There a knock on the door and Miley nearly stood up to go answer it.

"You sit down. I'll get the door." Jake stood up and walked over to the door. He glanced through the window before opening it.

"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong house Mr. Ryan. Do you happen to know where Miley Stewart lives?"

He motioned her inside. "You have the right house, doctor. She's right over there."

The lady spotted Miley and walked over to her. "Hello Miley, I don't believe we've met. You look different with brown hair."

Miley smiled and shook the doctor's hand. "Hi Dr. Melrose. Thanks for coming."

The older woman smiled and sat down beside the girl. "No problem. Let's take a look at that ankle." She had Miley turn towards her and prop her ankle on a pillow next to her. After poking and prodding her ankle a bit the doctor stood up and put on her coat. "It's nothing more than a small sprain, just keep off it for the next week and if it ever starts to hurt sit down, prop your foot up, and ice it. Do I make myself clear?"

Miley smiled, "Crystal."

Melrose nodded, "Alright, my work here is done. And don't worry about paying me Robbie, it's on the house."

The man smiled and shook her hand, "Thank you Melrose." The lady nodded and walked out. Miley stood up and began walking to her room, well, limping.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She turned to Jake. "What do you mean?"

He pointed to her ankle, and mimicked Melrose's voice, "Keep off it(it being your ankle!) for the next week."

Miley laughed, he had begun in a high pitched girly voice, changed to his own to add commentary, then switched back to the girly one. "I need to get some stuff ready for tonight, I still have a premier to go to."

He sighed, she wasn't going to change her mind, "Fine, but please let me help you, or you'll end up face down at the premier, in front of all the paparazzi."

She nodded regrettably, knowing he was right. "Okay, follow me." He stood up and trailed behind Miley as she walked to her room and lead him into her closet.

"Uh...Miley, I don't think this closet is meant for two people. At least not comfortably." She sighed and pushed some shirts aside, then pulled open the big HM doors. Jake followed her inside the closet inside he other closet(confused yet?). "Wow."

Miley laughed and walked over to a certain outfit, "Is that all you can say?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "What do you expect me to say? Gee whiz?"

Miley shook her head, still laughing, "Oh gosh, please no! 'Wow' will do for now." Miley spent a few minutes searching through her wardrobe to find the 'perfect' outfit. After gathering all her accessories, Miley led Jake back out of the closet and into her room. "Well, Jake, I need to get ready. And I do believe you should do the same."

He nodded, glancing at his watch. "Alright, I'll see you at the premier." She smiled as he waved and walked out.

A/N: Wow, I can't believe how many people are being supportive of my writing! I hope this style works better for all of you, if I need to change anything else, please, let me know! I'll update soon!