Miley's POV:

I was awaken by an annoying sound. My first thought was, "What the hell is that? Turn that damn thing off!" I groaned and turned over to see the alarm clock making this annoying sound. That's when I remember. Photo shoot. Joy. Sometimes Hannah really gets in my way. As I walked over to my Hannah closet I smiled as I remembered the previous night. Jake had walked me home the long way and we talked the whole way. He has a way of making me tell him anything. Its like I trust him completely. With all my heart? With all my love? Maybe. It takes a while to earn that trust. I sighed and picked out a teal tank top and a denim mini skirt and some leggings. So what I wore the same thing to that stupid party, I was Miley not Hannah then.

Just as I threw on some hoop earrings and slipped on my shoes, my Dads voice screamed up at me, "BUD! ITS TIME TO GO!" I grabbed my I-pod (which still had all sad songs on there) and my cell phone and purse before running downstairs. I grabbed a piece of toast and bottled water on my way out and jumped in the back of my limo. I relaxed against the cool black leather and turned on my I-pod. I sang along to 'Confessions of a Broken Heart' and played games on my Hannah phone the whole way. As we pulled into the photo shoot parking lot, I was surprised to see a very fare amount of limos in the parking lot.

"Who else is here Daddy?" I asked. All the sudden a shadow came over us and I heard the most annoying voice,

"Hannah! Long time no see! Now where is that hott cowboy Father of yours?" Liza looked eagerly behind me and I said,

"Um...don't know...but who all is here?" She stuck up her nose and said,

"They told me not to tell." I sighed and said,

"They, whoever they is, told you not to tell the press you stupi-" I stopped there. I couldn't risk my reputation on this freak. She just laughed and said,

"Same thing." She turned over to the people with clipboards and said,

"Hey Maria, bring Miss Montana over to the makeup and clothes pronto! And tell the makeup artist to remember how I want her to look!" The woman to the right with bright pink hair dropped her clipboard in surprise and said,

"M-me?"

"Yes you! Now GO!" Liza said. Maria came over to me and said,

"This way Miss Montana." I followed her into the building. As she was leading me past various famous people getting makeup on I asked,

"So...Maria do you know Liza has up her sleeve?" She laughed and said,

"Probably the same thing stuck up her ass-

"Hannah! This way dear!" The makeup lady said. I sat down in the large spinny chair and turned on my I-pod while she was doing my makeup. I noticed she kept adding a lot of eyeliner. She would put foundation, eyeliner, powder, eyeliner, eye shadow, more eyeliner, glitter, more eyeliner, mascara, more eyeliner, and lipstick. As she went in to put more eyeliner on I jerked away.

"Um...no offense ma'am...but if you add anymore eyeliner I'm going to look like a two cent hoe." She laughed and said,

"You're so funny Miss Montana! A two cent hoe? Your worth at least 200,000,000 dollars!" I frowned and said,

"But, I don't want to look like a hoe!" She just laughed an annoying laugh again and said,

"I'm just doing what I was told to do." I sighed and let her continue applying the makeup. After that I was rushed to wardrobe. After getting forced to try on various clothes that looked as though they belonged to Fergie, I finally said,

"Okay, can I please see Liza?" The wardrobe lady rolled her eyes and came back a minute later with Liza.

"What now?" She asked. I explained to her that my fans liked me because of my inspiring songs and modest and not sluttish ways. She just snorted and said,

"But this way you will get so many more male fans." I just rolled my eyes and said,

"I refuse to wear this." She stuck up her nose and scoffed,

"Fine. Meg, get little miss can't-show-one-ounce-of-skin no matter how many awards I'd win if she did, something she would like to wear." With that Liza left. I rolled my eyes and accepted the cute outfit Meg held out for me. After getting ready, I was pushed onto the photo area. That was when I noticed someone. A very hott someone. And no, it wasn't my zombie slaying boyfriend.

"Hello Hannah." Jesse McCartney said. He was looking H-O-T-T today. His hair was re-styled back to the way it was before the 'Right Where You Want Me' album came out, he had a tiny but of mascara on which made his blue eyes stand out really good, and he was wearing an ocean blue Abercrombie shirt and American Eagle jeans. I smiled and said, "Hi Jesse." before shaking his hand. And when Liza told him to put his arms around me, I knew what this was about. Rumors of us going out had hit every magazine and Hannah was having a lot of trouble convincing people we were just friends. And having pictures of us together was going to make it extra hard for me. And Hannah. He smiled and did so. This felt wrong to me. Like I was cheating on Jake. I shook away the thought, I was Hannah right now so it was okay...at least that's what I want to believe. But I gritted my teeth and got through with half of the photo shoot. But technically, I wasn't cheating...and besides...it may have been Jesse's hand on my cheek, but I pictured and thought about Jake the whole time. But I was cruelly ripped away from my daydream in which I was skipping through a field with Jake by no other than Liza herself. Normally I would ignore her but what she said pulled at my heart, jerking me away from my alternate reality.

"Okay now lean in and kiss him Hannah." Whoa...What?

"Whoa...what?" I asked.

"I said to lean in and kiss him. Come on I'm sure Hannah Montana has kissed a lot of people. Now hurry! I've got Kelly Clarkson coming in for a photo shoot in one hour!" As I turned to Jesse, I thought to myself, 'this is wrong...so, so wrong! I can't do this to Jake!' but then the devil on my right shoulder said, 'Oh sure you can! Jake doesn't know about Hannah so you're safe! Plus, Jesse looks hott today!' I waited for my angel to talk. Nothing. I waited some more. Still nothing. Finally the angel on my left shoulder said in a bored and monotone voice, 'No...Don't do it its wrong...oh blah, blah, blah...who cares! Go ahead!' Wait...what the hell? Even my good side wanted me to! But I wasn't going to...oh no...He turned to look at me and I was falling into his eyes. Damn. He got me. I leaned in and just as our lips touched, my eyes snapped open in shock and shame. I jumped back just as the camera took the picture. I stared in a daze around. What had I almost done? Oh my gosh, I almost cheated on Jake. I turn and ran. I heard Liza saying, 'Hey! Come back I didn't get the picture!' I ignored her and kept going. When I got to the limo, my Dad was hiding in it. I opened the door and jumped in.

"Whoa, Miles what's the rush? And why are you dressed like that? And did someone draw on the outside of your eye with a black marker or is that supposed to be that eyeliner stuff??" My Dad asked.

"The rush is I almost cheated on my boyfriend!" I screamed in hysterics. This was bothering me more than I thought it was.

"What? Why?" He asked. I took a deep breath and told him about everything. He nodded when I was done and put the limo in drive. I leaned against the seat and tried to calm myself down. I could here those words echoing in my mind, 'Oh sure you can! Jake doesn't know about Hannah so you're safe!' I put my head in my hands. It was a while before I looked up and noticed the neighborhood we were in. Three guesses whose neighborhood. As we got near Jake's house, I didn't think twice before throwing open the door and jumping out. My dad slammed on the brakes and screamed at me. I ran up to his door and rang the doorbell. When he opened the door I could feel all the guilt rising in my stomach. And without thinking, I kissed him. It was the best kiss I ever had. And like I had gotten punched in the stomach, I brought my hand to my head slowly to feel the fake blond hair.

It was one of the best kisses ever. And he gave it to Hannah Montana.

A/n: Sorry the update took so long. The wait was due to reasons out of my control.