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Chapter 2: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
Hannah stumbled through the door. After seeing Jake and Mikayla in the hall all wrapped around each other she made a run for it. She let go of Lola's hand and ran to the make-up room. She ignored her friend's cries as she made her way through the halls. Tears were threatening to fall, but she wouldn't let them. Hannah had no right to be upset. If anything, Hannah was supposed to be happy. She and Jake had only ever been friends. Jake dated Miley. Jake said he loved Miley, not Hannah.
After going through wardrobe and make-up, Hannah made her way back to her dressing room. She was thankful to find it empty. As much as she loved Lola and Standley, she needed to be alone. The last thing she needed was them asking her all sorts of question. Oliver didn't know anything about what happened with Jake and Miley before he left for Antarctica. For all he knew, it was that Jake and Miley were friends--As in neither of them having no feelings for one another. Lola must have told him though. He had to be wondering why she had ran out like that. Not Miley or Hannah could take their sympathy right now, she didn't need it. Miley hated sympathy, ever since her mother died. She always got it, and she hated it. It made her feel small, and she couldn't stand it.
She ignored the bangs on the door, her friend's pleas to let her in. When the time for the concert drew near, she stood up and walked out the door; brushing past her two friends who were scrambling after her, desperate to get her to slow down. She quickly got her microphone on and stepped onto the stage, to be welcome by her loving, screaming fans. She put on a big, fake smile and started the show.
How she managed to get through the concert without breaking down she had no idea. But, she was thankful she did. The last thing she need was the paparazzi getting onto her back about it. Hannah tried to keep her eyes off the front row; the front row where Jake and Mikayla were seated. When she first noticed them, she was sure she would start to cry, seriously though, who wouldn't? When he said just a few hours ago that he was still in love with her, yet he had the nerve to show up at her concert with her sworn enemy.
The concert seemed to have dragged on. But, 2 hours and 14 songs later, she was free. The minute she stepped off the stage and had her microphone put down, she ran back into her dressing room and locked the door.
She hadn't been there for more than a few minutes, when Lola and Standley began went back to knocking on the door. Miley tried to ignore them, but she was finding it more difficult now. What had they done to her? It was Jake she should be upset with, and right now she could use some people who cared about her.
She silently stood up and slowly made her way to the door, and opened it wide. Lola and Oliver must have thought she wasn't going to open it because they had their backs up against the door; Miley opening the door caused them to fall in. Miley couldn't hold in her laugh, the sight of Lola and Standley sprawled all over the floor was much to funny.
Lola's wig was falling off and Stanley's hat got thrown across the floor. The two of them struggled to get up as Miley leaned against the door laughing. The two eventually got up, wigs and hat askew stood there glaring at a laughing Miley.
"Hannah!" Lola yelled grabbing the door and slamming it shut. "That was not funny!"
"Yeah, dude. Not cool." Standley added as he tried to fix himself up.
Hannah shrugged innocently. "How so? You guys knocked on the door and when someone knocks you usually open it."
Lola continued to glare at Hannah, hands placed firmly on her hips. "We thought you weren't going to open the door. I mean, you didn't before."
Hannah smirked. "And whose fault is that? You guys should have thought better than to lean on the door. Try avoiding that from now on, okay?" She asked as she made her way across the room and towards the table filled with food.
The room was silent for a while as Lola and Standley tried to make themselves look presentable in case anyone walked in. After a few minutes, Lola jumped up and raced towards her friend who was skimming through a magazine.
"Hannah!" She exclaimed hugging her friend tight, "Oh, Hannah you poor, poor thing. I am so sorry."
"Don't." Hannah responded curtly, pulling out of Lola's warm embrace. "I don't need your sympathy or pity. He was obviously lying when he said what he said at the park and I'm sorry that I actually believed it."
Standley shook his head as he made his way towards the two. "Why would he lie like that, Hannah? I mean, I know Jake and he isn't one to go and pour his heart out to people. He's usually more reserved unless it's something big."
Lola nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, you don't really mean that, right Hannah? I mean, why would Jake lie about something like that?"
Hannah looked at her friends in disbelief. She couldn't believe they were defending Jake! They were supposed to be her best friends! "To say the truth, no I don't think Jake would lie about something like that, but he obviously did. What do you want me to do about it?"
Hannah didn't know why she had bothered to say that, since she knew what their answer was going to me. And they hadn't proved her thoughts wrong.
"Talk to him." They replied in unison.
Hannah shook her head. "No, I am not going to talk to him. He can go out with whom ever he pleases. Were no longer going out, we've been broken up for a long time now. He has every right to move on."
She had no idea what had possessed her to say that; probably the same thing that possessed her when she broke up with Jake. She was lying through her teeth. She did care. She really did. It was killing her to know that Jake had decided to move on. As selfish as it might sound, she didn't want him too. She wanted him to come to her and tell her he still loved her. She wanted him to kiss her like he used too, hold her like he used too. But no, he's got Mikayla to do that with. And why should she ruin their fun?
The thought of Jake kissing Mikayla alone, was causing her dinner to rise in her throat. But she couldn't let anyone know about that.
"No, Hannah, he doesn't. Not when he still loves you. I know he loves you Hannah!" Lola threw her hands up in the air, weary of her friend's stubbornness.
"No he doesn't. And him being here with Mikayla proves it." Hannah stated firmly as she moved away from Lola and Standley. "Frankly, I don't want to sit here and discuss it either. Okay?"
They nodded silently and the three of them sat down on the couch in an awkward silence. The three of them glancing around the room, waiting for something to happen.
"It was an awesome concert you did, Miles." Standley finally spoke up. "I mean, it seemed sort of different. Good different though," he added quickly. "The performance seemed deep, like it had a meaning."
Hannah smiled. "Thanks, Standley. But, you should be praising Hannah not Miley." She laughed.
Standley rolled his eyes and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, you know what I mean!"
Just then, for the second time, the door flew open, only this time to reveal Jake Ryan. He scanned the room and broke into a smile as his eyes landed on Miley. "Hannah, wow, that concert was…amazing!" he exclaimed as he walked towards her, arms wide open.
Hannah stood up and walked to the door, to where Jake was standing, but instead of walking in his arms she brushed by him and grabbed the door. She look back at Lola and Standley who were watching her in shock and said; "Guys, I think I saw the Jonas Brothers here. I'm going to go and say hi. It's been ages since I've last seen them." With that she swept out of the room, leaving a hurt Jake and a shocked Lola and Standley behind.
--HMHMHM—
"Hannah! How have you been?" Nick Jonas smiled as he saw her approaching. His brothers came rushing forward when they saw who had dropped by.
"Hannah! Great to see you!" They cried as they reached her. Hannah laughed at the sight of the two older Jonases grinning at her with a moth full of food.
"Hey boys. It's been a while." She said as she hugged each of them.
Kevin nodded. "Yeah, it has. To long, actually."
"So, how have you been holding up? I mean, with out the three gorgeous Jonas Brothers there with you?" Joe asked, as she struggled to swallow what was in his mouth.
"It's been…alright I suppose." Hannah answered, hesitantly. Nick looked over at her in concern, "Are you sure?" He questioned.
Hannah nodded firmly, they didn't know about her being Miley so she couldn't exactly tell them what was really bothering her.
"It was a wicked concert you put on today! You seriously "rocked out the show"!" Joe exclaimed as he pretend to be playing the electric guitar. "You had the crowd on their feet the whole time!" Hannah I don't know how you do it."
Hannah chuckled as she shook her head. "The same way you three do every time…"
"30 luck and 70 talent," They chorused, laughing. It had been an inside joke between he four, something they did after every concert they did.
"You know what, Hannah; we should go on another tour together." Kevin mused randomly. "We've just talk to Robbie Ray and he agreed to write another-soon-to-be Hannah Montana and Jonas Brother hit! With both our albums being released near the beginning of summer, it was be great."
"Yeah" Joe cheered as he pumped his fist in the air. "Remember how much fun we had the last time! It'd be great to have it all over again."
Hannah grinned as she pretend to look thoughtful, as if pondering the idea. "Hmm, Hannah is thinking…and Hannah liking! We should so totally do it!" She agreed.
"Good." Nick smiled again. "Now, all we need to do is convince Mom, Dad, and Robbie Ray that it's a great idea."
"It won't be that tough." Hannah put in. "I mean, my dad adores you guys—"
"—and our parent's adore you—" Joe continued.
"—so, you can convince our parent's and we'll convince yours—" Kevin grinned.
"—then, we'll be well on our way across America in our tour bus!" Nick finished.
Hannah nodded, "Exactly, boys."
Joe laughed. "Ms. Hannah Montana you have an evil mind, and I'm liking the way it works."
"Why thank you," Hannah bowed down in mock courtesy. "Glad to hear it."
--HMHMHM—
"So, let me get this straight: You want to go on a summer tour with the Jonas Brothers again?" Lilly asked as they sat out near Rico's sipping their smoothies.
Miley nodded. "Yep. Joe asked Dad if he could write another song for us to sing and Dad said he would. We both have new albums coming out too, it would make sense."
"And this all happened when?" Lilly looked up at Miley. "I mean, when was this all planned out?"
Miley sighed. "It's hardly been planned out Lilly. We still have to ask out parents and stuff."
"Okay, whatever, but you never answered my question. When did this happen?"
"Last night, after the concert," Miley answered nonchalantly.
Lilly nodded again, and asked just as innocently. "Was this before or after you blew Jake off?"
Miley's eyes snapped up and glared at Lilly. "If you're here to bother me about Jake, you might as well leave. I don't want to talk about him."
Lilly glared right back at Miley. "Miles, you said so yourself, Jake has every right to move on. Why are you so upset over it? Why did you blow him off over it?"
Miley rose quickly, knocking her chair over in the process. She continued to glare down at Lilly, hands placed on her hips. "You have no idea how it felt, Lilly Truscott. Not one bit, so don't sit here and act like you do. You don't know how it feels to lose the love of your life, and have him walk back into your life, totally unexpected, say he's still in love with you; then show up at your concert with someone he knows you don't like. You don't know how it feels Lilly, you have no clue how I felt. So drop it."
"Fine," Lilly muttered. "But, Miley, I just want to let you know that you should seriously talk to him. You don't know how much you hurt him."
"Well, he doesn't know how much he hurt me Lilly. So, then I guess we're even."
--HMHMHM—
"Cause it starts in my toes makes me crinkle my nose, wherever it goes I always know. You make me smile, please stay for a while now…"Miley sung as she went about tidying up her room. Her Dad had scolded her about it earlier, saying she'd better clean her room if she planned on leaving the house at all that day.
The room was just about clean, Miley cleaned out the Hannah and Miley closet, placing clothes she out-grew in bags near the door to her bed-room to give to her father. She always donated her extra clothes to charity, just the thought of her helping someone as Miley was spirit-lifting; since Hannah worked with several charity-benefits year-round.
She made her bed and picked up all the dirty clothes thrown around the room and placed them in her laundry hamper. She organized her book-shelf, cleaned under her bed, and vacuumed. Miley was proud of herself. She spent the whole morning cleaning up and her room was starting to look much better.
She made her way over to her dresser and picked up all the picture frames that were cluttered on the top. She had more than needed, but Miley liked it like that. She enjoyed having the faces of people she loved and cared about surrounding her. She had one of her, Lilly, and Oliver at the beach; one of her, Jackson, and Luanne from the previous Christmas, which Luanne's family spent with her. There was one of her Aunt Dolly and Maw-Maw and Gramps; and one of her mother and father with her and Jackson. She had one of Standley, Hannah and Lola; and one with Hannah and the Jonas Brothers.
The last one though, was one of Miley's favourite; it was a picture of her and Jake. Back when they were going out, it was taken on Miley's birthday. Her father had formed a little gathering for her, just close friends and family. It was out in her backyard, after the cake and ice-cream, right before Jake gave her her "birthday kiss". They both had their arms wrapped around each other, Miley was laughing and Jake was grinning into the camera. They looked so happy and care-free. Her blue eyes shining and Jakes green ones sparkling, his hair shining in the sun light.
Miley set it back on the dresser and sighed. She knew that after break-up, people usually throw away anything and everything that had to do with their ex, but Miley couldn't. Believe me she tried, but she could never bring herself to do it. People threw those things away as a sign o show that they were over their significant other, but Miley wasn't. She wasn't over Jake; she was no where near over him, so why should she throw it away?
Just then, her cell-phone went off. Miley walked towards it, and glanced down at the caller. Mikayla, it read. Miley groaned, as she turned away from it. She walked across the room and towards her balcony. She slid the door open and slipped outside. She took a deep breath as the cool air gently hit her face. Her curls flew loosely in the breeze. She flopped down into the chair near the corner that over looked the beach. Mikayla might have been Hannah's enemy, but she was a friend to Miley. And she was probably calling to brag about how Jake and taken her to the Hannah Montana concert and go on and on about how much she hated Hannah and how horrible she thought Hannah was last night. Miley, for one, was in no need to hear it. The last thing she needed was Mikayla telling her how much fun she and Jake had last night.
Of course Miley knew that Mikayla wasn't intentionally hurting her. She did, after all, tell Mikayla that she was so over Jake when Mikayla was leaving to Antarctica. Frankly, she lied, and boy did she regret it. But, then again, Miley did regret a lot of things she's done. Letting Jake go, though, was probably one of her biggest regrets yet.
Speaking of which, Jake hadn't called at all. Miley suspected that he was to shy or hurt to call. She wouldn't have called if someone had done that to her, but Jake did deserve it. She knew he knew that Mikayla hated Hannah and Hannah hated Mikayla. What was she saying, of course he knew, everyone knew! Yet, he still chose to bring her there. As his date, posing with her, his arms wrapped all over her scrawny little body.
Miley shook her head. Gazing out onto the beach she felt herself relax, the cool hair gently whipped her face and hair, as she felt her eyes flutter shut. She could hear the waved crashing onto the shore, laughter ringing out beneath her. She laid her head down and felt herself drift off into a peaceful slumber.
--HMHMHM—
"Hey Miles," Jake called as he approached her .He was wearing a black Lacoste shirt and a pair of dark washed jeans, his hands stuffed in his pocket…He looked amazing. The black shirt made his eyes look brighter, and his shaggy golden hair feel into his eyes. But, something was different. He looked…older. More sophisticated. She liked it.
He wrapped his strong arms around her when he reached her and pulled her to him. Miley fell into him; she wrapped her arms around him as well as she buried her face in his chest and inhale his sweet sent. He might have looked different but he felt and smelt the same. He pulled back slightly after a bit and kissed her. Miley lost herself into the kiss; she couldn't help herself as she moved her arms up so that they were around her neck. She moved herself forward so that she was pressed up against him. She quickly deepened the kiss, running her tongue across his lower lip. Like she expected he granted her access. Their tongues met half-way through battles for dominance.
She ran her arms through his silky hair, as his hands moved up and rested on her small back. After a while the two broke part for air, Jake grinned down at Miley.
"Well, Miles, that was some greeting." He smirked as he kissed her softly once more.
Miley blushed. "I've missed you, Jake."
Jake gave her a puzzled loo. "But you saw me earlier."
Miley shrugged. "Okay then," Jake smiled down at her. "Are you ready for our date madam?"
Miley giggles and nodded as she took Jakes hand. She had expected Jake to walk her to his car, but he surprised her when the he led to her down the sidewalk.
"We're going to walk there since its real close. Are you okay with that?" Jake asked. Miley nodded as she tightened her grip on his hand. Jake smiled down at her as he led her through the street.
Truthfully, Miley was glad Jake had decided to walk. She needed to time to think, the cool air swept past them as the sun set behind them. Jake started humming softly as they strolled through town. Miley glanced at Jake, he had definantly grown. He looked about 20, which meant that she was around 19. For the first time since she met with Jake, Miley looked down at herself. There was no doubt that she'd grown too. She was wearing a mild green coloured skirt that reached her knees, it looked sort of like those cow-girl skirts, and she also had on a min green short-sleeved top. Her free hand reached up, she ran it through her hair. It was curled and let down, she felt that she had on a head-band as well. Probably the same colour as her top. She was wearing green flats and had a green Prada hand-bag with her.
She looked ahead of her, to see that Jake had led her to the park. The same one that he had taken her too before he left for Antarctica, the one she had been at when he confessed his love for her. Miley was staring to wonder what Jake had up his sleeve. He quietly led her through the park and down the pathway, to the stream.
"Just a bit further," he muttered as they went around the stream. Jake suddenly stopped and turned to Miley smirking. Just as she was about to ask what he was doing, she felt his hands clasp over her eyes.
"Jake!" She squealed. "What are you doing?"
Jake chuckled. "Don't worry, Miles. It's a surprise, just trust me."
He left one hand over her eyes and placed another on her lower back leading her ahead. After a few short minutes they stopped once again, she felt Jake lean down next to her ear. "Surprise," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear.
He removed his hand from her eyes only to reveal a picnic set. There was the classical red and white checker blanket spread out on the grass, and a picnic basket placed neatly upon it. Miley glanced at her surroundings trying to figure out where they were. Her eyes landed on a tree, a big tree that towered above her. She looked ahead and noticed the stream was still flowing in front of them.
Then, it hit her; this was the tree she was next to when she had been spying on Jake! The sun had set on their way here and the moon was now looming above them. The stars had come out that night; they filled the sky tonight, glistening in the moonlight. Miley turned around to look at Jake. He had this uncertain look on his face, as if he was waiting for her to response on all this. Miley felt tears fill her eyes, "Oh Jake," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
Jake surprised at her sudden display of affection didn't argue as he wrapped his arms around her burying his face in her hair like he always did. "So…you like it?" he asked, hesitantly.
Miley pulled away from him and slowly shook her head. She saw Jakes face fall as she did so, "I don't like it," she whispered softly, looking up at him. "I love it. Thank you Jake."
"No problem." Jake answered just as quietly as he wiped away he stray tears that had leaked out her eyes. "Come on, lets eat." He gently grabbed her hand and led her to the blanket. They both sat down and Jake lifted the flap to the picnic basket and lifted the food out one by one,
Almost 2 hours later, as the couple was walking around the stream. Dinner had been filled with chatter and laughter as they made there way through all of Miley's favourite foods. She couldn't believe that Jake had done it all for her. The food was amazing; this was more than she could ever ask for. Growing up, she'd always wanted to have a picnic under the stars.
As they made their way around the flowing stream, Miley felt complete. She loved it, she felt whole again. She loved the feeling, Jakes arms were wrapped around here waist. She could still smell his sweet scent as the continued to walk, neither of them saying a word. They walked for a while before coming across a rose bush; Jake moved forward and gently plucked a rose from the bush, checked to make sure it had no thorns before handing it to Miley.
Miley smiled and took it graciously. Jake had always been a hopeless romantic, but he was her hopeless romantic and she loved him like that. He had taken her hand again and continued to lead her across the park, following the river. It was before long that they came across a bench. Jake guided her towards it. They both sat down and watch the stars, still in complete silence. There was something about this silence though. It wasn't an awkward one, not one bit. It was a comfortable slice. It was that nobody had nothing to say, it was that there was nothing to be said. The moment was perfect, why ruin it by talking?
Jake slowly tuned to Miley. "Miley," he started his voice husky. "You are an amazing girl and I love you. I know I don't say it as often as I like to but, Miles, I really truly do love you. Everyday, I ask myself, what I have ever done to deserve you. What have I done to deserve such a intelligent, kind, beautiful, loving women. And everyday, I expect you to leave. Not that I want you too, but because I feel that this is to good to be true. I feel as thought his sis all a dream, that I'm going to wake up any second and see that it none of it had been true.
"Miley, I had been an idiot to let you go before. I don't know what I was thinking but I'm glad that I have realized what I had missing in my life and went back fro you. I'm glad that you took me back too. Miley, I can't imagine my life without you. You're constantly on my mind; you're all I've ever wanted." Jake dropped to the floor and propped himself up on his knee. He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and looked at Miley straight in the eye. "You're my other half, Miles. You're all I need to survive, so would you please help make me the luckiest ma on earth? Miley Stewart will you marry me?"
By the time Jake had asked the final question, Miley had tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe it, Jake Ryan, the man of her dreams had proposed to her. Miley glanced down at the ring that sat in the box. It was gorgeous. On the white gold band laid a rock the size of her thumb, right in the centre was a big diamond. And surrounding it were two smaller stones. On either side of it, one emerald and one perido. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Miley at last nodded. "Yes, yes, a million times yes," she whispered. Jakes scared look broke into a wide smile. He took the ring and slipped it onto her left hand, it felt cool against Miley's skin. It felt right, it looked right, as if it were meant to be there. And it was. Jake wrapped his arms around Miley and lifted her up spinning her around. Miley's squealed, arms around his neck.
He gently placed her onto the floor and grinned down at her. Miley smiled back. "You're amazing," he said. "I love you Miley. I always will, for all of eternity."
"I love you too," Miley answered tears making their way down her face. Jake reached up and lightly wiped them away. "You're more than I could have ever asked for Jake. I love you more than anything."
With that, Jake leaned in and pressed his lips against her. That was how it was supposed to be. Jake and Miley. Together. Forever.
--HMHMHM—
"Miles. Miley, wake up. Come on," Miley felt herself being shook. She opened one eye to find Jackson's face above hers rather than Jakes. Miley jumped up and scanned her surrounding, instead of being in the park under the moon and star covered night sky, she was standing on her balcony under the golden rays of the heated sun. She glanced down at her left hand only to find her ring finger empty, where had her ring gone?
"Miles," Jackson called, she looked p at him. "You'd better come down. It's time for luck, and don't forget, you have an interview on Oprah later on." With that he swept out off the balcony and into the house.
Miley looked back at her finger again. Where had her ring gone? Where was Jake? What just happened?
Miley the realized her worst nightmare came true—it had all been a dream.
--HMHMHM—
AN: There you have it. My second chapter. Updated. For you guys. I'd like to thankLaura0505, and Nazgurl92 for reviewing my first chapter. I hope you guys like this one. Hopefully, Miley and Jake'll talk in he next chapter…and maybe work things out. Well, you're going to have to tell me if they should in your reviews. Good night everyone!