A/N: Yay… I'm back with another chapter in which nothing big happens but shows Miley's side of things…I hope you like it. Please review afterwards, any suggestion is highly welcome.

Disclaimer: Hannah Montana isn't mine nor am I making money in making this story.

The Other Side

Life with Miley Stewart

-Miley's POV-

Tit. Tit. Tit.

Sweet niblets! It's morning already! I haven't even slept for even two hours. Damn that English Paper to hell for keeping me up all night!

I banged my hand on the alarm clock, causing the little critter to shut up. At last, peace and quiet!

"Miley!" oh no, it's Dad! "Breakfast's ready!" well, breakfast could wait! I need sleep!

I flipped over on my tummy and clamped my pillow over my head so it would block any noise. Just then, when I thought I'd be sleeping in peace for just even a moment, I heard someone enter the room.

Jackson!

"Ooh, what's this? A diary – perhaps?" I heard him mutter in a sing-song voice, sounding very hopeful. I turned around to see him going through my binder. I just rolled my eyes. Nope – better luck next time, brother dear.

"Get outta here, Jackson, you little – monster!" I yelled and threw my pillow at him. He just rolled his eyes and threw it back at me.

"Sheesh, you're as sweet as a fairy princess in the morning, dear Miley," he said sarcastically as he strode out of the room to get stared on that breakfast. Our dad cooks the best breakfast ever – well, not just breakfast – every meal there is!

"I'm eating your pancakes, Miley!" Jackson hollered childishly. I just rolled my eyes and sat up and ran a hand through my long dark brown hair. Then I turned to look at my bedside table where a framed picture of a very beautiful brunette lady stood. She's my Mom.

"Good morning, Mommy," I mutter softly.

My Mom died when I was twelve. I think it was Cancer that killed her or something. All I remember is that she's always in pain and she started to lose her cheery bouncy attitude after she was diagnosed. I miss her a lot. I mean, why wouldn't I? She's my mother. She's my ultimate best friend.

We all lived in Tennessee before my Mom died and moved in Malibu just after she died. My Dad couldn't stand a place that holds too much memories shared with my Mom, says it'll drive him crazy with loneliness. I'd have to agree with that.

I love my family. We aren't broken like most families are now and we don't hate each other to the guts. Sure we have petty arguments here and there, but that's all. My Aunt Dolly even said we could be a sitcom. I mean, if you have my Dad for a dad and Jackson for a brother, life would always be interesting.

My Dad, Robbie Ray, used to be a country singer, but left the limelight to raise a family with my Mom. When my Mom died, he was devastated, I mean, they love each other very much, but he didn't become a drunk or a drug addict or a psycho who beat children or a fat guy with no job and no goals. He vowed he's going to be the best for us. I have to hand it to him. He's really the best. I mean, the man's a dad, a mum, a friend, a cool dude, a mentor, and an advertising agent – with really good looks. Really, if it was me, I'd be so – not together.

Then there's my one and only older brother, Jackson. Most of the time, he's annoying. I mean, that's what brothers do, right? Annoy the hell out of their younger sisters? But when he's not being obnoxious, he's being a great brother. When Mom died, he's really strong for my Dad and me. I mean, when I wake up crying in the night, he'd be comforting me. He and my Dad are like best friends… the comic duo.

Then there are my two best friends, Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken. I met them when we moved to Malibu five years ago. They're absolutely the best! I mean, I'd never been bored when they're around. And they're always there for me… through thick and thin. There's just one teeny tiny problem: they refused to see that they're both hopelessly in love with each other!

Lilly said she was glad I joined the group since she didn't like to be mistaken as Oliver's girlfriend. Really, even when I joined the group, they still look like they're together. Oliver, on the other hand, is just so – oblivious – of the whole thing. Sheesh, he's such a – guy.

Our house here at Malibu is great! Not too spacious, not too small, not too bare, or not too cluttered – just perfect. It's right in front of the beach so I really love it. I love the ocean – it's so beautiful and peaceful but exciting and bursting with energy at the same time. Aunt Dolly offered to decorate the house for us once. I'm glad my dad refused or else she'd have decorated it in bright pink. I don't actually hate pink, but I'm more of an orange person.

So, all in all, my life's not really rotten. I guess it's just – normal. I mean, who doesn't have problems or failures or time when you're feeling lower than the floor? It's part of life. I mean, if we didn't have them, we'll all be living in some sort of fairy tale with absolutely no scary dragons and ugly hags for evil witches and just so much happy endings to go around.

Where's the fun in that? No drama, no angst, no irritation, no failing, no learning, and most especially, no improvement! Our lives would be flat, blunt, and boring.

I don't really have a problem with the way my life runs right now – I'm not saying it's perfect or anything – I just go with it… uphill, downhill, sitcom-like, romantic (though that's on very, VERY rare occasions only), dramatic, devastating. I just go with the flow.

I may not be the most popular girl in school (I'm just the average kind) and I may have lost my mother but I wouldn't want my life to be in any other way!

I walked to school today with Lilly and Oliver, just like I do everyday. Well, okay, it's just for today and for the rest of our lives because Oliver crashed his car last week. His parents were so mad that they took away his car without repairing it and vowed never to replace it again… ever! Maybe that's because it was the third car Oliver wrecked. That's what you get when you drive while trying to charm some uninterested girl on the road. Oliver just got a broken arm. (How sad, he should have had a broken spine and a cracked scull, being in a coma isn't bad too, that's what Lilly says all the time)

So there we are, walking to school this morning. Lilly was talking about Zombie High again. If you lived here and didn't know what Zombie High is, you're an alien from some planet that's so very far away. Zombie High is this suspense TV series that's very popular right now. Guys like it so much because of all the slaying and blood and gruesome creatures involved in the show. Girls like it because of its 'hot' star, the Zombie Slayer, Jake Ryan. I think they don't mind the whole Saw-like plot because Jake Ryan's smile makes up for every horrific hair-raising scene.

Don't even get me started on the popular line that show introduced: "Dude, I slayed you once, don't make me slay you again!" Gah! Can you say lame! Apparently, I'm the only one who thinks so.

But don't get me wrong, I like the show and all, but as for Jake Ryan, I think he's too much of a pretty boy to play the part anyway. I mean he's cute and all and girls swoon whenever he slays zombies and ends up sweating and bloody and smirking. And if the fight gets really, really dirty… most of the time he ends up shirtless. And did I mention he still looks good? There's nobody in this planet that could be that good-looking when you're rolling around beating the crap out of some horrible creature from six feet below! That's just so fake!

"The show's writers are talking about introducing a love interest for Jake, I think not! It'll lose focus on the entire suspense/thriller theme they had going. It'll be sappy!" Lilly said outraged. I just rolled my eyes. Hide it if she wants but Lilly is just about as hung up on him as every other girl is. She has posters of him in her room, insists that I have one too for when she's sleeping over and gave me a shirt with Jake Ryan's picture for my birthday!

We entered the school a little earlier than usual. If I had known that I would be earlier when I'm walking than driving with Oliver, I would have walked ages ago. After all, Oliver was the slowest driver in the planet. It was like driving in those kiddie shows where the cars go excruciatingly slow, "Hello, Kiddos! Do you see what color is Oliver's car? pause Do you see it now?" Jeez!

"Where's Oliver?" Lilly asked suddenly. I looked around and saw him rushing up to us.

"Hey guess what I've heard?" he asked. We just stared at him. He just stared back.

"Aren't you going to guess?" he asked.

"No,"

"Aww… you guys suck! Anyway, your Zombie Slayer-Abercrombie model is going to study here, all the others saw him enter school today… Amber and Ashley say that he's all over them," Oliver divulged, rolling his eyes. Lilly squealed and jumped in excitement.

"I hate Amber and Ashley, they're such liars," I muttered. Lilly kept making squealing sounds.

"I want to see him!" she chirped happily. Oliver just rolled his eyes at her.

"Well, I'm gonna have to jet… that English Paper isn't going to finish itself," Oliver said, patting our shoulders and giving an extra pinch on Lilly's nose. Aww. Cute subtle Lilly-Oliver moment! Sweet niblets! I forgot my camera!

We were nearing my locker but then I noticed Tim the janitor fiddling with it. I also noticed that a brown box was beside him full of junk. I gasped, that's my fluffy-ended pen and that's my Nemo phone holder!

That's my junk!

I rushed towards him and glared indignantly at him.

"That's my locker!" I said, stating the obvious.

Okay, so that was my locker since my locker and the locker next to it, which was vacant, was now made into one. I'm not going to try and understand how Tim did it. I just stared at the new more spacious locker. It had hooks for coats ad stuff and more shelves and there were even drawers, a mirror, and an outlet. It would be neat if I hadn't lost my locker in the process.

"Sorry, kiddo, you just have to share one with someone else. This new one is for Jake Ryan!" He said with so much flourish it made me want to kick his shins. Tim left me and Lilly to stare openly at my old locker. Note the bitterness here. I started to fume and babble, just like I do when I'm really, REALLY pissed.

I should have guessed! It was pretty-faced good-for-nothing-but-flashing-a-smile-for-the-camera Jake Ryan! It's so not fair! Just because he's famous doesn't mean that he instantly owns the place! I'm so gonna slay him for this! Lemme at him!! LEMME AT HIIIM!!!

"Er – excuse me, is this locker 109?" Jake the Zombie-looking (okay so that's a lie but so what!) Zombie Slayer said, pointing at my old locker. My eyes widened and I know so did Lilly's. I felt Lilly beside me go into swooning mode and I felt my temper flare up more.

""No, this was locker 109 and 110. Just because you're a celebrity doesn't give you a right to hog other people's locker! What, can't your make-up fit in just one?" I blurted out, my anger spilling out of my words. If I were a cartoon, I would have smoke billowing out of my nose and ears.

Jake-Almighty-Ryan just stared at me. His mouth dropped open and he started to sputter. Ha, I rendered him speechless! I may have even embarrassed him! Don't ever underestimate me, you little locker-stealing people-manipulating celebrity scoundrel!

"S-sorry, I didn't know," he said. Didn't know? Didn't know! Do I look like I was born yesterday! Don't use that sincere face on me, it's never gonna work! That's the problem with guys like him. Taking advantage on people they think are below them just because they worship him.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed, I picked up my things. I may have looked quite pathetic right then, being kicked out of my locker and all, but I'm leaving with my head held up high.

"Come on, Lilly," I muttered and quickly dashed away. Lilly caught up with me a little while later and fell into step beside me.

"Your locker got hogged by the Jake Ryan… wow… you're so lucky, I wish that happened to me instead, I wouldn't be mad – I'd be honored!" Lilly said dreamily. I rolled my eyes. Trust Lilly Truscott to say something like that.

"Can I be locker-buddies with you?" I asked, stopping since I've got nowhere to go. I feel so – nomadic! Lilly looked down.

"I would love to Miley but Oliver's my buddy and we're already experiencing spacing troubles. I'm sorry, Miles," Lilly said earnestly. I sighed.

"It's okay," I muttered.

How could I forget? Oliver and Lilly are both very keen on bringing things that have actually no relevance to school but insists on having them anyway since they might need them or something, thus, they both occupy so much space. I mean who needs a handcuff in school, or a feather duster, or even a blanket? It's like they're trying to build a home at school. My two best friends are so odd.

I mean, I don't even get the part why they agreed to be locker-buddies in the first place if all they're ever going to do is fight and fight about it. I think it's because they want more time to spend together. Gosh, those two are just dying to get together… they just don't realize it yet.

"Now where am I going to go?" I asked her. She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by someone.

"Why don't you just share it me. I mean, it's a little too big for just one person to use, trust me, there's a lot of space for both of us. And since it was your locker, and I caused you to lose it so I feel really awful – even if it isn't my fault," Jake Ryan said, scratching the back of his neck. He didn't just follow us but also eavesdropped on our conversation!

"I don't need your pity peace offering," I said though gritted teeth. He just raised his arms defensively.

"Hey, it's just a suggestion, no need to go crazy. And besides, you said so yourself that you have no one to go to. So it's me or nothing," he said with a flourishing smile, you know, the one he uses when he defeats zombies or something. I'd give anything just to knock that smile out of his face.

I just gnashed my teeth and my brows furrowed deeper. I feel like I'm trapped into doing something really sinister.

So five minutes later, my things are back in my locker – oh and Jake Ryan's locker. How could I forget? Silly me!

I looked around. Girls were looking at me while I'm dumping my books on the shelves of 'Jake Ryan's locker'. I frowned; it would be kind of them to remember that I lost the privacy of my own locker just because Jake Ryan decided to move here. So stop sneering at me people!

They'd give anything for the position I'm in right now – I'd give everything just to get out.

TBC

I hope you do review and I really hope you liked this chapter… personally, I liked Jake's better. LOL. Well anyway, TTFN!