Hey everyone. I promise this chapter will be longer. Hope you liked the previous chapters. I had to delete chapter 2 then repost it because it didn't work. Please review.

Jackson's POV

I had just gotten back from my date with Sienna. It was 12:00. Crap. My curfew was 10:00, and I was almost guaranteed to get in trouble. I noticed no one was home. I looked around for some sing of human life. I'm hungry. I walked over to the refrigerator. A note was taped to the door

Jackson-

Miley's missing. She never came from her date with Jake. No one can find Jake either. Stay home. I'll be back later tonight.

Dad

Miley is missing? I bet Jake kidnapped her or something. Don't jump to conclusion, Jackson. They're probably out past curfew, just like me. Yeah that's it. I better get some sleep.

Miley's POV

I woke up in Jake's car. The memories from earlier rushed into my head.

"Hey sleepy head," Jake whispered.

"Hey. Aren't you tired? It's midnight. We should stop at a hotel or something Jake," I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Nah, I'm fine. I've stayed up later. Plus I drank a couple Red Bulls while you were sleeping," Jake said.

I looked around, noticing the empty cans. Jake really cares about me. I can tell. I think I might be in love with him.

"I'm hungry," I whined. I haven't eaten since lunch, which was 12 hours ago.

"I bet I'm hungrier," Jake joked, "Your puny little girl appetite is nothing compared to mine."

"Shut up Jake," I said bluntly. I was getting a little cranky due to lack of food.

"You're lucky I lo- never mind," Jake said. Was he about to say he loved me? He was totally about to say that. Without even thinking, I replied to what he was saying.

"I love you too Jake."

A grin spread across his face. I guess he wanted me to say it first, but still, I didn't want to say that yet. Or did I? Yes. Yes I did.

"So, where are we going to eat?" Jake said. I could tell he was trying to change the subject.

Aren't we going to get caught?," I said nervously. Jake was famous. If we went anywhere we would get caught.

"Well, I guess if I dropped you off in front of a McDonald's or something, then you could walk in and get the food, and no one would see me," Jake said. Wow. He was smarter than I thought. Maybe too smart.

"Have you run away before?" I said jokingly.

"Haha, very funny. Ok, here's where I drop you off." Jake handed me a twenty dollar bill. "Get me..." I had a feeling Jake was going to order a lot of food.

"Get me 2 Big Macs, a large thing of fries, and a large coke." Dang, that was a lot of food.

"Ok, I'll be right out."

I walked into the McDonald's and ordered our food. When I grabbed the bag, the exact person I didn't want to see walked in the door. Kernan. I put the bag in front of my face and ran out the door. He was following us. I had to tell Jake.

I opened the door to the car and jumped in as fast as I could.

"Go!" I yelled at Jake.

"What's wrong?!" Jake yelled back in confusion.

"He's following us! Go!"

Jake drove away from the restaurant as fast as he legally could.

" I think you should dye your hair," Jake nervously said to me.

"Dye it blond or something."

I hadn't told me my secret. What was I supposed to tell him? I hate blond hair'? He would be offended. I'm allergic to blond hair dye'? Now that's just stupid. I think I should tell him.

"Jake? Can I tell you something?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Of course. What's wrong? Besides being chased by a crazy ex-boyfriend of yours."

"I've been keeping a secret from you. I'm... I'm Hannah Montana. You may not believe me, but it's true. The wigs in my bag."

Jake just stared at me in awe.

"Jake? Jake? Are you ok?" I asked. He was probably right about to get angry at me for keeping this kind of secret from him.

"Wow," Jake said.

"That's it? Wow'? Thank God. I thought you were gonna hate me. Don't tell anyone, ok?" I asked him nervously.

"Not a soul. So that's why you didn't want to dye your hair blond?" he asked. He was definitely smarter than I thought.

"That's exactly it. Plus, if I dye my hair, you're gonna dye your's too."

"How about..." Jake thought out loud.

"How about I dye my hair brown, and you dye your hair black?" Jake asked.

"That would be good, I guess."

At that exact moment, my cell phone rang. I looked and the caller I.D. It was Dad. I could answer. They would probably be able to trace the call, so I turned it off.

"Who was that?" Jake asked.

"It was my Dad. I completely forgot about him. He probably thinks I'm dead and you did it."

"Well, we have to go back sometime, right?"

"Yeah but, Kernan will still be out there," I stated.

"I've always wanted to use a gun," Jake said.

"WHAT?!?!" Was he crazy? He would get arrested!

"I'm kidding, Miles, don't freak out. We'll just have to get him arrested, some way or another."

"Ok. We better get that dye. Not the permanent kind. The kind that comes out after you wash your hair a few times. I should get a few boxes of each though. We're gonna want to wash our hair regularly."

We drove to a Target store and I walked inside and bought the hair dye. We drove to our hotel, not saying much on the way there. The second we got to our room, we noticed there was only 1 bed.

"Looks like we're gonna have to share a bed," Jake said. I could tell by the way he said it that he didn't want me to freak out.

"Yeah. We should go dye our hair now," I said trying to steer away from the conversation.

We dyed our hair. Jake looks better as a blond, but this is what we have to do. Kernan will probably be after him too, just because he's with me. I changed into my PJ's in the bathroom, while Jake changed in the main room. I climbed into the bed. Jake laid down next to me.

"Goodnight Miley." He kissed me on the lips quickly and I fell asleep instantly.