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The Bet
-Chapter 13-
Miley, Lilly, and Oliver were all down at the beach together on a saturday afternoon. Lilly and Oliver were being oddly flirtatious with each other.
"Hey Lils, ready to go in?" Oliver said, dripping wet from being in the water. He was standing over Miley and Lilly's towels, dripping onto them.
"Noo. I hate going in. The water is like, below zero." Lilly said, then turned her attention back to the magazine she was reading.
"Alrighty then. I guess I'll just have to take care of this myself..." Oliver fake sighed then picked Lilly up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down!! OLIVER!" Lilly yelled, while punching him in the back. Oliver was tough though and he could barely feel Lilly's punches. Once they got deeper in the water Oliver threw Lilly into the water.
"Oh. My. God. YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW!" Lilly yelled, then dunked Oliver's head underneath the water. He pulled her down with him.
Miley was watching from the sand, rolling her eyes. She was jealous. Not because she wanted to be with Oliver or liked him, but because she wished she could be flirting with Jake, and spending time with him just like Lilly and Oliver were.
"Hey! Guys!" Miley called out to them, trying to get their attention. Finally when she did she said, "Um, I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys later...Bye!"
Lilly waded out of the water to meet Miley in the sand. "Why are you going so soon?"
"Eh, I'm tired. I'm just going to go home. Bye Lils." Miley said, then quickly hugged her friend. Miley waved good-bye to Oliver who was still in the water. He waved back, then Miley walked away back toward her house.
"Hey Bud," Her dad said, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a piece of cake.
"Hi daddy." She said, sounding a tad sad.
"What's wrong?" He asked, sounding concerned. She sighed.
"Nothing. I'm just going to go upstairs." Miley told him, then started up the stairs for her room. Missing Jake put her in a depressing mood. Bobby Ray hated seeing her daughter like this, all because of a boy. He wished he could fix it, but there was not solution.
Up in her room, Miley shut the door then flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Thiiiisss is sooo boriiing. Hmm, what should I do? Goddddd I miss him." Miley sighed. "Wow. Now I talk to myself? Okayyy." Miley grabbed her cell of the bedside table and flipped it open, about to buy a new ringtone when something popped onto the screen. It was one of her calendar reminders...
Reminder:
Jakey's Birthday's in four days!!
'Oh my gosh! FOUR DAYS?' Miley thought. She wanted to make Jake's birthday special. He probably wouldn't be having a party, seeing as he didn't have any real friends there. He'd probably spend his sixteenth birthday alone, and Miley didn't want that.
"Ugh. I wish I could be there!" Miley groaned in frustration, not caring that she was once again taking to herself. Then a light bulb went off in her head. Maybe she COULD be there! Would her dad let her though?
Miley pranced down the steps, her mood lighter than before.
"Heyy, Daddy." Miley smiled her sweetest smile, trying to butter him up.
"Hey Miles, what's up?" Miley pulled the chair out and sat down next to her dad, who was now done with his cake and reading a newspaper.
"Well...uhh...IwaswonderingifIcouldgoseeJakeforhisbirthday?! 'Kay?" She asked, smiling.
"I didn't understand a word you said, Honey. What now?" He asked
"Well Jake's sixteenth birthday is coming up in four days. He's been really sad lately, and he doesn't really have friends in New York. I was wondering if I could go see him?" Miley asked. Before her dad could even answer, she talked again. "Please, Daddy?? I'd use my old Hannah money! You wouldn't have to do ANYTHING!...well except maybe drive me to the airport..."
"I don't know...your a little young to be traveling to see your boyfriend." When he said this Miley's face fell. She gave him the puppy dog pout, hoping he would cave. Her father began to soften as he saw this face. Who could turn it down?
"What if I said maybe?" He said.
"Well, is the maybe going to turn into a yes??" Miley asked, getting excited.
"Maybe," Robby declared.
"Okay then." Miley said, then headed back upstairs. Right as she got to the bottom of the stair case, she turned around and gave one more puppy pout. Robby Ray chucked before turning his head back to his news paper, and Miley ran back to her room.
Downstairs, Robby Ray was thinking about how he could make Miley happy, and make the trip work but have her be safe. Miley had been on her laptop for about thirty minutes when her dad walked in and sat on her bed.
"Hey bud." He greeted his daughter.
"Hey daddy, what's up?" She asked.
"Well, I've made a decision about you visiting Jake. You can go-" Her dad was cut off.
"Ahh!!!" She squealed and threw her arms around her father's neck. "YES! Daddy I LOVE YOU!" He chuckled.
"Miles, I wasn't done. We have to make a deal if you want to go. I'll find a hotel that you will be staying in; I don't want you having sleep overs with that boy. Also, when you get back, no more sulking. When you get back form this trip I want the Mopey Miley to be gone. Alright?" He finished his deal.
"Yep. Fiiine with me." Miley smiled, then hugged her dad. Has he left the room, she picked up her cell phone to call Jake.
Ring, Ring, Ring. "Jake! Pick up!!!" Miley groaned.
"Hello?" He answered after the fourth ring.
"Jake!" She said happily. He laughed.
"Hey, Miles. What's up?"
"Well nothing really. But you know what's in FOUR short days?" Miley asked.
"Hmm, nope. Sorry, I'm drawing a blank here," Jake joked.
"Very funny Jake. Your birthday! Guess what I'm going to get you for your birthday??" Miley said excitedly.
"What's that?" He questioned.
"Me!" She said.
"Hmm, you?"
"Yeah. I'm coming up for your birthday!!! Well ya know...if its okay with you." Miley said the second part a little quieter.
"That's awesome! And of course its okay with me. Why wouldn't I want to see you??" Jake answered, matching Miley's excited tone. He wasn't that thrilled though. Of course he wanted to see Miley, but he didn't want Miley to see him. Currently he was sporting a black eye. Not a good thing for Miley to see. Maybe he could be good until then. Well, perfect. That way he wouldn't have black eyes or busted lips, and Miley hopefully wouldn't suspect anything. Maybe it could work out? He really did want to see Miley.
"I'm sooo excited! I miss you!" She told him.
"I miss you too, Miles. Look, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later."
"You mean SEE you later." Miley said, emphasizing the 'see'.
"Corny." Jake replied.
"Whatever!" They both laughed, then hung up.
That monday, Lilly and Oliver were waiting for Miley by her locker, just to say hi. Miley squealed when she say them.
"Haha, what's up with you?!" Lilly asked. Oliver was leaning on the locker obviously tired.
"I'M GOING TO SEE JAKE IN TWO DAYS!" She told her.
"Oh my gosh that's awesome Miles!" Lilly said. "But I'M gonna miss youuu." Lilly made a sad face. "Just joking."
"Ohhh so your not gonna miss me? Thanks, so much for BFF." They both laughed.
"But any ways, I'm going for his birthday, and hopefully it'll cheer him up." Miley said.
"Yeah well, it better not cheer you up. Your a little to chipper for me this morning Miles." Oliver groaned, then walked to his own locker. Lilly and Miley laughed at him.
"Well, I gotta get to my locker to, I'll see ya later." Lilly walked away, then grabbed her books from her locker.
The rest of the day was pretty boring, nothing to eventful happened. Then, tuesday while Miley was getting her backpack and getting ready to go home by her locker, someone shoved a letter in her face from behind her. She took the letter then turned around.
"What do YOU want?" Miley said snarly, when she noticed the person was John. He sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry. Okay?" He said, trying to gain forgiveness for everything he'd done.
"Uh, no. Not really ok." She said back. He sighed again.
"Um, well, can you at least give this to Jake, please...?" He asked.
"Fine." She agreed, still talking rudely.
"Okay, thanks." He started to walk away, but turned around before he got to far away. "Miley...amazingly, your not the only one that misses him, you know?" John smiled weakly, then continued on walking away. Those words hit Miley hard. She didn't realize that just because they weren't currently friends didn't mean that John wouldn't still care. She looked at the letter while finger its in her hands, but then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Miley grabbed her backpack, then slammed her locker shut and walked home.
"Hey Miles," Her dad greeted her as she walked through the french doors of their home.
"Hi daddy."
"Your ready for your trip? Your flights at 3:00 pm tomorrow afternoon. We're leaving for the airport at 1:00."
"Uh yeah, I'm ready." Miley lied, she still had to pack. She had just been to happy and excited to previously pack. She went upstairs, and got all her clothes together then threw it into a bag. She finished preparing everything, packing, then she had a going-away-for-3-days-trip.
At about 1:00 the next day, Miley's dad drove her to the airport.
"I love you Daddy. See you in three days!" She said, hugging her dad good-bye.
"Oh sweetie, I love you so much. You know the hotel address? Your room number? You have the itinerary? The money-" He listed off EVERYTHING he'd been saying for the last few days.
"Dad, Dad. I got it, don't worry." She smiled, then turned around and left.
"Bye." He watched her leave, then he left too.
On the plane, Miley listened to her i-Pod, but couldn't fall asleep like she normally could on airplanes. She was way to antsy.
"Please prepare for departure, we will be landing shortly." The captain said through the loudspeaker on the plane. They landed, unloaded the plane, then Miley went down to baggage claim and got her bags. Jake was there waiting for her once she had her bags. She set them down and ran into his arms. She hugged him so tight, it made Jake wince. His ribs were still a little bit bruised from about a week ago, but face was healed, with no new injuries. He pulled away from her after a minute, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I'm so glad your here!" He told her.
"Ahh, me too! I've missed you!!" Miley said in her happiest voice, then hugged him again. Jake was happy for the first time in awhile; it felt good to have Miley back in his life, even if it was only for a few days. She took her arms away from his neck, and he kissed her on the cheek. Miley couldn't stop smiling.
"What?" He asked, her smiling too.
"Nothing, I'm just happy to see you." She told him.
"Me too." Jake said. Then asked, "You ready?" Miley nodded her head, so he grabbed her bags and put them in his car which was sitting outside.
Once they got in the car, Miley started talking.
"I don't think I told you this, but I'm staying at a hotel; my dads making me. But, do you know where the Hamilton Inn is?" She asked.
"Yep. Should we go there now?" Jake said.
"Well, yeah, I guess. I have to put my bags and stuff there so it'd make sense." Once they got to the hotel, Miley checked in. She got her room key, and Jake carried her bags up. He sat down on her bed, while she was digging threw her carryon looking for something.
"Got it." She said, pulling the letter out. "Here, he wanted me to give this to you," She handed him the letter. Jake didn't ask any questions, he just laid back with his head resting on a pillow, and opened the letter to read it. By the writing that Jake's name was scribbled on the front in, he already could tell who this letter was from. Miley went into the bathroom.
Jake.
Alright man, I would like to start off by saying I'm sorry. I know I've been the biggest asshole ever! If I knew this whole bet thing would ruin our friendship, I never would of started it...then again, you didn't have to go along. But whatever, you were a good friend. I know your going to laugh when you read this (in less your still really really mad at me), but as gay as it may sound, I miss you. I really hope we can still be friends, or at the least that you won't hate me. If you don't, please write back and give it to Miley. Or you still can IM me...if I'm not blocked. Okay, talk to ya later. (If you want). -John.
P.S. A bets still a bet, so I'm guessing I'll be the one wearing a dress to graduation, seeing as Sarah didn't want to see me again after the first time we kissed. Haha. Bye. -John. (again).
Amazingly, Jake smiled. He wasn't angry hearing from John. He was sick of fighting with people, including John. Plus, John had made a good point, Jake had agreed to the bet when he didn't have to, so it wasn't entirely John's fault. Miley washed her hands, then walked out of the bathroom and climbed on the bed next to Jake.
"Are you mad?" She asked, not sure what Jake would think of the letter.
"No, its fine." He kissed her on the lips lightly. Miley smiled, then kissed him back harder, running her hands through his silky, thick, blonde hair. After a couple minutes, he broke the kisses, both of them breathing hard.
"I think you should know, I'm DYING without being able to see you everyday." Jake said, looking straight into Miley's eyes.
"Well I think you should know that I've missed you like crazy!" She told him in response. Jake smiled.
"I love you," He said.
"I know, and I love you too." Miley laid her head on his chest, as he put his arm around her. With the hotel remote, they bought a pay per view movie to watch. Before it was over, both of them had fallen asleep. To bad Jake didn't know there was someone at home waiting for him...
Hey Guys! So, I tried to make this more connected with John and the whole bet thing, 'cas it was kinda drifting away from that. (thanks to the reviewer who told me!!) I was like looking through all the chapters on my computer and couldn't find two of them, so sorry if its seems like there's still things missing, I tried. Sorry not updating faster! I think this is my longest chapter and I tried to get it up fast!--er than I usually do. haha.
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