Chapter Three – Miley's Date

The doorbell rang. Miley's heart pounded. Showtime.

"Coming!" she yelled, putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

She bolted down the stairs. Ohmigosh, I cannot believe I'm gonna see Jake in five, four, three, two….

She opened the door.

"Jake!" Miley screamed and threw her arms around the young actor's neck. "It's been so long…."

"I know, Miley," he said in that voice he always spoke to her in. Miley couldn't believe she was hugging the "Zombie Slayer"….

They walked out to the car. Miley noticed that the magic she imagined she would feel at this moment wasn't there. Oh well, she thought. There's definitely going to be magic later….

A half hour later, Miley still didn't feel a thing. So far, the two had gone to get hot dogs (as it wasn't evening yet), took a walk in the local park, and went to drive-in movie theater, only to find out the movie was extremely dull.

Jake was currently taking her to a movie theater. He walked up to the counter.

"Two tickets to, uh, Slashes. Sound good, Miley?" he asked her without waiting for a reply.

"Jake! I thought you knew that my dad says I can't see "R" rated movies!" Miley exclaimed, alarmed.

"Yeah, so?" he murmured. They were now walked into the theater.

"So?! Slashes is "R" rated!" Miley stared at him in disbelief. "I can clearly remember telling you I'm not allowed to see "R" rated movies!"

"Miley, Miley, Miley, chill out. You'll survive," he said, handing the tickets to the person who was taking the tickets.

"No, Jake. You heard me clearly." She turned on her heel and stormed off.

"Miley! Wait!" She could hear Jake running after her, but Miley kept going. "I'll make it up to you!"

She turned around cautiously. "Really?"

"Yes," he panted. "I will."

"Well, okay." Miley said, hoping she could trust Jake.

The rest of the evening had been a disaster. Jake had later taken Miley out to diner at some fancy steak restaurant. They had just gotten settled in their chairs when the waitress came to take their order.

"What may I get you two?" the waitress asked politely. Miley noticed the waitress' lips were, well, very overdone. They were bright red and had a ton of liner circling them.

"That delicious lookin' steak smothered in tarter sauce," Jake said.

"A small salad with the Basic Steak, please," Miley said quickly when the waitress looked at her.

The waitress left. Jake started to make some comment on her lips but, just then, at least ten girls, looking like they were about thirteen years of age, ran over to their table. Cries of, "Ohmigosh, it's, like, Jake Ryan!" and "Jake, please give me an autograph!" filled the table.

Jake, a pro at this, stood up and started signing autographs and giving pictures. Miley slumped in her seat, upset. She too had done things like this, being Hannah Montana and all, but this was different. She was supposed to have Jake all to herself. It was a date, after all.

"Jake," she said helplessly. Of course he couldn't hear her, with all the screams from his fans. Miley could feel tears coming to her eyes. She willed herself not to cry. Don't cry, be strong, be strong….

She couldn't take it anymore. Miley grabbed a napkin and a hot sauce bottle and squirted, "We're over!" on the napkin. Without looking at Jake, she ran out of there right as the tears started to fall.