Chapter 2: Crazy Waitress

After having a not-so-great day at school, Jackson drove me home. We went inside and got greet by dad, who was in the kitchen.

"Hey kids."

"Hey dad," Jackson and I replied. We both headed toward our rooms, but dad called me back.

"Wait a sec Miles."

"Yeah dad?" I ask.

"The directors of Zombie High called this morning, since Jacob's back from Romania, they're starting to do taping again. They said that they need you- Hannah on set tomorrow. So after school, tell Jackson to take you straight home so you can change, then we'll leave to the studio."

"All right dad," I said before heading upstairs.

The next day at school, Tuesday, things weren't much better than yesterday. Jake wasn't talking much to anyone. In some ways, it's a good thing that we really didn't get to date here in Malibu. Jake and I never officially were a couple at school. If we had been, then right now, there would probably be hundreds of girls hunting me down, claiming that I broke their poor Jakey's heart.

Trust me, I feel bad about this, but I have to listen to my dad. He just wants what's best for me. Plus, I rather not wake up one morning, to come downstairs and get yelled at by him because I'm on the front page of the newspaper.

After the last bell rang, Jackson and I met up. I told him that I needed to go straight home. So, we went to his car and drove home. When we got there, I went straight to my room and put on a Hannah outfit and my wig. Once I was downstairs, dad was waiting for me with his caterpillar mustache.

"Ready bud?"

"Ready daddy."

We left in his silver convertible and went to the studios were Zombie High is filmed. Dad went to a meeting with the producers and went and changed into my purple dress. Then I went to the make up department. When I was ready, I still had time because my scenes weren't film until later, so I read through my script again.

"All right everyone, take five," I hear Roger the director shout faintly from my temporary dressing room. I heard the sound of people shuffling around. I turned around as I heard the door open. It was Jake, he didn't notice me until he had closed the door and walked over to the couch.

"Oh Hannah, sorry. I forgot you were using this room," Jake said in a flat tone.

"It's okay Jaco-ke," I said, quickly covering from saying Jacob. "What's wrong?" I ask, knowing the answer. He's been depressed since I, Miley, broke up with him.

"It just…" Jake said before falling back onto the couch next to me. "That girl I told you about, Miley, she broke up with me when I got back from Romania. We never even got the chance to go on a date."

"Why? What happened?" I ask.

"She said she can't have any publicity," Jake replies.

"That sucks."

An intercom, which I just noticed was hooked up in the room, went on.

"We need the cast of scene 23 on the set," it said. Scene 23, that was us.

"I guess we should get out there," I said.

"Yeah," Jake agreed.

It took a while, but we got to the kissing scene. I had only had a kiss like that with Jake a handful of times, considering that in the sixth grade we didn't kiss too much. What do you expect? It was sixth grade. And also consider that we were only together a few days in Malibu. The kiss might have been a stage kiss, and I might be Hannah at the moment, but it still had its magic.

After we finished all the scenes that I was going to be in on that episode, we took another break. Jake and I walked back to my dressing room. Jake was acting less depressed than before.

"Hey Hannah, they're not going to be filming any scenes for the rest of the day, and it's… six o clock. Do you wanna go somewhere to eat?"

"Uhh… hold on a sec, I'll be right back," I said. I walked around a bit until a found dad talking to someone.

"Hold on a minute," dad said to who ever he was talking to.

"Hey Hannah," dad greeted me.

"Hey dad," I reply. "Can I go to dinner with get dinner with," I check to make sure no one was in hearing distance. "Jacob," I whisper.

"Sure," dad said. He also made sure no one had come in hearing distance but whispering, "Make sure to call the house afterwards so Jackson can pick you up."

"Kay dad, bye," I said and walked back into my dressing room.

"All right Jake, I can come," I said as I walked back into my dressing room.

"Cool," Jake replies.

"Let me just change outta this dress," I said, getting my clothes and going to the bathroom. Jake was okay because he was wearing causal clothes.

After I got out of the bathroom, I walked towards the mirror and carefully braided my wig so I was less likely to be spotted. I grabbed my sunglasses off the counter and put them so they covered my eyes. Jake came up behind me and put a hat on top of my head.

"Thanks," I said.

"No prob," he replied. He himself already had a hat and sunglasses on. I put my cell phone in my pocket and we left.

We walked down to a Steak n' Shake that was a couple blocks away. We were seated to a table; so far, unnoticed. Then, we were served our drinks, a minute later; a waitress came to take our orders.

"Hi, I'm Cheyanne, and I'll be your waitress this evening," she said to us. "What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a steak burger with french fries," I told her.

"And I'll have a Steak n' Shake dinner with a side of fries," Jake said.

"What milkshake would u like with that?" Cheyanne asked Jake.

"Uhh, cookies n' cream," Jake replied.

Cheyanne tries to write that down, but it looked like her pen was out of ink buy the way she was scribbling on the pad. The pen flew out of her hand and on to Jake's hat. She tried to get her pen, but she pushed Jake's hat off in the process. As soon as the hat touched the table, I grabbed it and help Jake put it back on before Cheyanne recognized him.

"Sorry about that," she says.

"It's okay," Jake said.

"Your orders will be out shortly," and with that, she left.

"That was close," I said.

"You're telling me," Jake said. "You know, don't tell anyone this, but… sometimes I wish I could be a normal person, ya know?"

"Yeah," I said softly. " I know what ya mean."

Cheyanne came back a few minutes later with a large tray of food. I guess she didn't see the wet floor sign, but before I knew, she was on the floor, and we were covered in food. The eyes of the people in the restaurant were on us.

"I am so sorry!!!" Cheyanne said.

She jumped up and went to Jake first. She pulled out a bottle of Windex and squirted Jake's sunglasses. Then, she pulled out a wag and tried to get rid of the sauce. I could tell Jake was uncomfortable with this. When this wasn't working for Cheyanne, she swiped away the glasses and wiped them furiously.

When she was done, she handed them back to Jake without even looking at him. Jake quickly put them back as she walked over to me. She took my glasses and started cleaning them. I could tell that Jake wanted to get away from this crazy waitress when he got up and attempted to get away. Note how I said 'attempted.' He slipped on the wet-food covered floor, and his hat and sunglasses came off.

Cheyanne turned back to him and screamed, "IT'S JAKE RYAN!!!"

I forgot about my sunglasses and jumped out of my seat. I almost fell as I helped Jake up. We were running out of the restaurant when one of the Steak n' Shake advertisement posters knocked my hat off.

"IT'S HANNAH MONTANA!!!" girls in the restaurant shriek.

"HEY, YOU DIDN'T PAY!" Cheyanne says, but then finds fifteen dollars on the table. "NEVER MIND!"

We ran out of the restaurant with a crowd chasing us.

Reeeeally fun. Note the sarcasm.