Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

AN: Okay, I know that I mentioned at the end of the last chapter in my author's note that Miley and Jake were 16, when I was writing out this chapter, I figured that 17 would be more appropriate. I am sorry for any inconvenience.

Chapter 9: Everything's Gonna Be Alright

Today was the day. The day Miley had been dreading since she agreed to go out with Jake again. The day any girl would be dreading if she were going out with Jake Ryan or any famous superstar for that matter—she was going to meet the parents and the family.

Now, it wasn't like Miley hasn't met Jake's family before, she had, but as Hannah of course. When she did, they were more than warm and welcome. She was greeted with open arms and bright smiles. She only hoped they would do the same for Miley; but she had a feeling they wouldn't. This time, she wasn't a close friend; she wasn't a famous pop-star. She was his girlfriend, whom he was very much serious about and this time she wasn't famous. This time she wasn't America's Sweetheart Hannah Montana; she was Ordinary Unusual Miley Stewart.

It wasn't like Jake had a small family like herself, but luckily it wasn't a huge family either. Jake's family consisted of his mother, father, older sister, younger brother and baby sister. On top of all that he had a brother-in-law and a younger nephew. Seven people who Miley would be required to have dinner with tonight, seven people she needed to impress. Jake had gotten lucky; all he had to do was impress 2 people, since he already had her Aunt Dolly and Maw-maws vote ever since he starred on Zombie High. He had it much easier than she did.

Now here she was standing in front of her mirror in her room, thinking about an excuse she could use that would successfully get her out of meeting the Ryan's. But she couldn't think of any, maybe it was because she was nervous. She ran her fingers through her hair, which was let down just like how Jake liked it. She had on a white knee-length skirt, and a light pink short sleeved shirt. She had on a pair of glittery pink flats and a white head band on her head. Her pink butterfly necklace, which she received from Lilly on her 15th birthday hung from her neck. Soft pink eye shadow was brushed against her eye lids and bubble gum shaded lip gloss covered her perfect lips. For the most part, Miley was feeling alright with her outfit, she had had Lilly over earlier to help pick something out.

She sighed as she thought of her best friend; it felt weird not having Lilly there with her to coax her not to drop out. Unfortunately, she wasn't there, so Miley was feeling a lot less confident than she normally would have. Miley ran her fingers over the soft fabric of her shirt as she glanced into the mirror again; she hoped Jake's family would approve of her. She needed Jake in her life, they needed to understand that.

A sudden blare of music startled Miley, she jumped slightly as her eyes searched the room for her phone. She finally spotted it near her white Guess purse she was planning on taking to Jakes house. She walked across the room and grabbed it. She didn't even need to look down at the Caller ID to know who it was; the personalized ring tone said it all:

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything's going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all I know is everything's going to be alright

She flipped the phone opened and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she said.

"Hey," the voice replied. "You're still up for tonight, right?"

"Yes, Jake. I am," she answered him. No matter how much she was dreading this Jake wasn't. He was looking forward to it. This would make him happy. Miley loved him, she had to do it. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Miles, I know you don't want to do this, but you honestly have nothing to worry about. My family will love you." Jake said, trying to lighten her gloomy mood.

"I'm sure, because they'll be so excited to meet their famous son's newest girlfriend." Miley replied sarcastically.

"Hey, that's not fair! Sure, I've went out with a lot of girls but my parents haven't ever met any of them." Jake cried, getting defensive.

Miley snorted. "I'm sure Jake. Haven't they ever walked in on you making out?"

"No," Jake snapped. "They haven't, because I don't usually make out with girls. I don't know what you've read about me in those magazines Miley, but half of it isn't true most of the time. You of all people should know that."

Miley blinked, she was only kidding around with Jake but he thought she was serious. "Jake, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I know you're not like that." Miley apologized, the last thing she needed was for Jake to be upset with her while she did this.

"It's fine," he replied tightly. "If you're ready, you can come by now."

"I'm ready," she told him. She took a deep breath, "Jake, you know I didn't mean what I just said. I was nervous and I let my big mouth get the best of me."

"Yeah, whatever. See you soon?" Jake asked it seemed like he was trying to get off the phone as soon as he could.

"Yeah, I'll see you soon. I'll be over in a bit." Miley sighed. "Hold tight while I come."

"I'll manage," Jake replied, not answering her usual joke with his normal playful banter.

Without even giving her a chance to respond, Jake hung up. Miley sighed again as she closed her phone. Why did she feel like her evening had gone from bad to worse within a matter of seconds? She should have kept her mouth shut; now she had Jake mad at her. She picked up her purse and stuffed her phone into it. She checked herself in the mirror on last time before heading downstairs.

When she bounced off the last step, she found her father sitting there, crumbs of chocolate scattered across his chest as a plate lied on his stomach. He had chocolate icing smeared over his mouth as he lied on the couch in his grey Puma track suit. Miley shook her head and slowly crept past her father and into the kitchen. She grabbed the pad of paper and a pen and quickly jotted down a note explaining that she going to Jake's house for dinner and would be back before 11.

She had told her father about dinner with the Ryan's last night when she was getting ready for bed, but decided to leave a note behind in case he forgot. She didn't want to wake him since he looked so peaceful lying there. She smiled to herself as she tiptoed past him again and made her way to the front door. She slipped out and closed the door behind her, before making her way down the drive way.

She had decided to walk since the weather was nice. There was a short distance between her and Jake's house, so she seemed fine with it. Besides, the longer it took the better. Miley wandered the streets she knew so well. Nears Jake's house was the ice cream parlour that Lilly and Oliver always took her too. She let her thoughts wander as the light breeze blew through her hair. She felt at peace here as she walked down the streets of Malibu.

Without even knowing it she found herself standing outside Jake's front door. She glanced down at her watch and realized it had been 10 minutes since she left the house. It had taken her longer than usual to get there, and she didn't even remember half of the walk. She slowly moved up the front porch. Jake's house was pretty big, it wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't a condo either. The front doors were French doors that had flower pots on either side of them. The lawn was neatly kept with hedges that looked like they had been trimmed to perfection.

She stopped in front of the door. She took a deep breath trying desperately to calm her nerves; she looked down at her shoes. "Come on Miley. Get a hold of yourself. You're doing this because you love Jake. Oh, you're freaking Hannah Montana, for god sake. If you can stand in front of millions of people and sing your heart out then you can sure do this." She said quietly prepping herself.

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity?" a deep voice asked from in front of her. Miley's head snapped up and she felt color rise to her cheeks. Jake stood there in front of her, wearing a pair of Diesel jeans and a Ralph Lauren green Polo shirt that bought out his eyes. He was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a smirk plastered on his face.

"How long were you there?" Miley asked meekly as she silently begged for her face to go back to normal, but as usual her body ignored her as she flushed a deeper shade of red.

Jake shrugged casually, "Enough to realize how big of a jerk I was on the phone with you before. I am sorry Miles, for acting so cold. I just…I didn't like hearing those things from my girlfriend. Even if you were joking…" he trailed off, looking away clearly embarrassed.

Miley stepped forward and tilted his chin up, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things at all; it was completely out of line. Forgive me?"

Jake nodded, he moved forward cupped her face in his hands and gently placed a kiss on her lips before pulling her into a hug. "I'm really glad you love me, you know, enough to go through with this." He whispered in her ear.

Miley shivered as she felt Jakes hot breath on her neck. "No problem. I love you enough to go through anything. Besides, this means a lot to you."

"I love you too," he answered dropping a kiss on her head. "But we need to get inside. Everyone's waiting. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Miley nodded as she followed Jake inside. He laced her fingers with his as he led her into a large room filled with sofas and a large big screen TV. Four people were scattered across the room, all eyes moved to watch her as she and Jake entered the room. Miley could feel herself blush at the sudden attention. No one said anything for a while, she and Jake just stood there, awkwardly at the door of the room.

Finally, Jake cleared his throat. "Um, everyone, this is my girlfriend Miley Stewart." He gently pushed her forward. Jake's mom jumped up and walked up to Miley. Miley stuck out her hand, but Jake's mom surprised her by pulling her into a hug.

"Oh, Miley! I have heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already." She said as she pulled Miley back, holding her at arms length. She watched her for a while before turning to Jake. "Jake, honey, you never told me she looked this beautiful!"

Jake flushed bright pink as he nervously scratched the back of his head. "I thought I did, Mom."

"I'm Claire Ryan. How are you?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Ryan. I'm fine, and you?" Miley replied smiling back.

"Just fine, dear. I have waited so long to finally meet you, and Jake wasn't exaggerating one a bit about you." She laughed slightly as Jake cried, "Mom!" from behind them.

Miley giggled slightly, but stopped when Jake's father came up. "Ben Ryan," he said offering his hand. Miley took it and shook it firmly.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Ryan," Miley smiled tentatively as he released her hand.

"Likewise," he answered. He watched her for a minute longer before breaking out into a large grin that reminded Miley so much of Jake's. "Claire's right, Miley. You're much prettier than Jake tried to explain. Trust me; we've heard a lot about you too." He threw a wink in her direction.

Miley blushed again as she glanced back at Jake who was flushed as well. "Well, I hope it's all been good stuff." She replied smiling as Jake flushed deeper red.

Ben laughed loudly, "Don't worry, Miley. It's all good, from how Jake says it; he makes it sound like there couldn't be possibly be anything bad about you. But I'm sure that's true."

"Thanks, Mr. Ryan," Miley muttered casting her eyes down. Even after being Hannah Montana for such a while she wasn't used to taking compliments all that well.

"Kids, come and say hello to Miley," Mrs. Ryan scolded her children as they lazily stood up and approached Miley. Mr. Ryan stepped out of view to reveal a 15 year old boy with dark brown hair and Jake's sea-green eyes. His hair was shaggier and he had light freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose, but he wore no smile as he came up to Miley. He stuck his hands in his pocket. "I'm Tyler, Jake's brother."

Miley nodded and gave him a small smile; he moved aside to expose a smaller girl who looked about 4 or 5. She had dirty blond hair and shining hazel eyes, which were mostly green with flecks of gold. She had her hair in a ponytail, a small smile on her face. There was a spring in her step as she stopped in front of Miley. She looked up at her, "I am Isabella. I'm four years old now!" she cried as she held up four fingers.

Miley grinned at her enthusiasm, "Wow! Four years old? You're a big girl now."

Isabelle nodded, her ponytail bouncing. "Yeah, I am! I am big girl! Tyler doesn't think so, nope. He says I'm still small, but I am not."

Miley shook her head. "No you're not. You're a big girl." Miley agreed. "I remember when I was four; my older brother told me I was small. But I kept telling him I wasn't. I mean, I even had my own bike!"

Isabelle's eyes grew wide. "I have a bike too!" She exclaimed. "I do! Its nice and purple, it has ribbons and a white basket. I have a bike too! Mommy and Daddy bought it for me on my birthday!"

Miley smiled back just as brightly. "I got mine on my fourth birthday too! But mine was red, and it had gold ribbons and a gold basket."

"Ooh. Red is a pretty colour. My friend, Lindsey had red hair. It's real pretty. But she thinks my hair is pretty." Isabelle explained. "It is, isn't it? I got Mommy's hair. Tyler and Sammy have Daddy's hair. Me and Jakey got Mommy's. Aren't we lucky?"

"Yes you are," Miley nodded. "I like your hair."

"Do you want to go and see my pretty bike? Do you, Miley? Come on," she grabbed Miley hand as she jumped up and down. "I want to show it to you! Please will you come and see it."

"Hold on, now," Mr. Ryan cut in. "It's almost time to eat now, Bella, how about after we eat you show Miley your bike?"

"Okay. But you will come to see it won't you?" Isabelle looked up at Miley and pouted.

"Oh no," Miley shielded her eyes and looked away from Isabelle. "Jake always uses that face on me. I'll come with you."

Mr. and Mrs. Ryan laughed. "They got it from her," Mr. Ryan said as he wrapped his arms around Mrs. Ryan's waist. "Don't worry, Miley. Even after 25 years, I still can't say no."

Jake grinned, mimicking his fathers movements wrapped his arms around Miley from behind. "Don't bother trying to learn how to say no. It's impossible. Besides, Miley you're one to talk, you always pull that one on me!"

"Well, maybe that's a sign that you shouldn't say no," Miley said as she turned around so she was facing Jake. "If you always agreed with me, I wouldn't have to do it mister." Miley poked him in the chest.

"Miley you know how much I hate hotdogs, yet you still ask me to eat them." Jake complained.

Miley mock glared at him. "Liar! You ate hotdogs at the fair!"

Jake looked at her and blushed lightly. "It was the only thing there to eat!"

Miley shook her head. "Jake, Oliver and I had a hamburger then."

"Oh," Jake replied looking at everyone but Miley. His parents laughed lightly.

"Jakey was never a very good liar." Isabella stated simply as she walked to the door. She stopped at the door when she turned around, "Daddy!" she called. "Come on, I'm hungry!"

"Come on people, to the backyard." Mr. Ryan called as he followed his daughter out of the room. Tyler walked out behind his father and Mrs. Ryan grabbed a magazine and walked out as well, neither of them looking back too see if Miley and Jake were behind them.

"So? How are they?" Jake asked a worried look on his face.

"You're parents are great. Isabelle is…something." Miley said slowly.

"Oh no," Jake shook his head. "I knew I should have locked her in her room. Or sent her to her friend's house."

"Relax," Miley whispered as she placed her arms around his neck. "I think she's adorable."

"Really?" Jake asked holding his breath.

Miley laughed. She tapped his nose and nodded, "Really. Now I thought your older sister was coming?"

"She is, but she has to come a little later. Her and her husband took Zack, her son, to the park because there was this thing for kids. They said they'd be here a bit later."

"Oh, okay." She nodded then bit her lip nervously. "I hope she likes me."

Jake smiled softly. "She will," he assured her. He then leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "She'll love you."

"Well, come on. The last thing I need is for your parents to walk in on us in this position." Miley said after she pulled out of the kiss.

"Fine." Jake grumbled as he removed his arms from around her and turned to the door. Miley giggled at his childish behaviour, she reached up and intertwined her fingers with his. Jake glanced down at their hands and smiled. "Come on then."

--HMHMHM—

"Look who's decided to finally show up!" Tyler yelled suddenly as Miley was setting the salad bowl down on the patio table. Mr. Ryan and Jake were standing over the grill cooking up hamburgers and hotdogs for everyone. Miley had helped Mrs. Ryan with making the salad and stuff. They were setting the table when Tyler's words rang out though the air. Miley looked up and saw an older women carrying a small boy in her arms walk in though the gate with a man following her.

"Sammy!" Isabelle cried as she ran forward and flung her arms around the other women's waist. "I missed you!"

The women laughed as she handed the boy to the man behind her before reaching down and hugging Isabelle close. "I missed you too Bella!"

Tyler then approached the two; he smiled up at 'Sammy' as she pulled him into a hug. "Ty, guess who I saw at the park!" she cried smiling brightly.

Tyler eyed her suspiciously, "Who?" he said hesitantly as if he were afraid to ask.

"Miranda Patterson!" she smiled. "She asked about you too."

"No way!" Tyler shook his head in disbelief, "The one from seventh grade?"

She nodded. Tyler groaned, "Of all people she had to run into you?"

The women laughed loudly. She had a nice laugh, Miley noted. It sounded like music. "Mom! Dad!" she smiled as Mr. and Mrs. Ryan walked up to them.

Miley suddenly realized that the woman was Jake's older sister. She was much prettier than she expected, she had read about Jake's family in a magazine once and the stated that Jake's older sister had super model looks. They weren't kidding. She had the shiniest and straightest brown hair she had ever seen, her eyes were bright green. Her eyes were big and her smile was wide. She was very thin and looked like a model, no doubt. She had light wash jeans and a white tank-top. Her hair was let down and it glowed in the sunlight, just like she did.

The man behind her was just as good looking. He had sparking clear blue eyes and jet black hair. He was tall and built. His had on a black polo shirt and dark jeans which bought out his eyes. The small boy in his arms was adorable. He had dark brown hair and his mother's bright green eyes. He was chubby and his face was flushed. He was squirming around in his father's arms as he reached for Tyler, who was talking to the man.

"Aren't you going to come and say hi?" Jake asked from behind her.

Miley jumped, she hadn't heard Jake come up. She turned to him and glared. "Don't do that, you scared the heck out of me. And yes, I'm going to say hello."

Jake grinned. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He reached down and took hold of her hand.

Miley scowled. "You did not scare me. I was nervous and just surprised, that's all."

Jake looked at her from the corner of his eye, he knew better than to argue with Miley now. "I'm sure. Now come on, we should say hi." He gently tugged on her hand. Miley nodded and grudgingly began to follow Jake across the yard.

"Jake!" the older women squealed as she saw her brother approach. She pulled him into a hug, "I haven't seen you in a while."

Jake shrugged as she pulled away, "I've been busy. But, I'm here now and there's someone I want you to meet. Sam, this is my girlfriend Miley. Miley this is my older sister Samantha McDonald."

Miley smiled and held out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Samantha."

"Likewise," she replied coolly before turning away. Miley blinked in surprise, why did she have a feeling that Tyler and Samantha didn't like her? She shrugged it off as Jake led her back to the patio.

"Something wrong?" Jake whispered into her ear as they walked across the yard.

"No, not at all," Miley answered. She knew she couldn't talk to Jake about it. He would tell her that same thing: My family loves you, you're perfect. They have no reason not too.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit tense." Jake said concern etched across his handsome face. He gently pushed her forward with his hand that was placed on her lower back.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." Miley replied. Jake turned to her, "Miles don't be nervous. Really, my parents love you. And Bella does too."

Miley wasn't surprised he knew what she was hiding. He always knew what she was thinking. "I know, but your brother and older sister seem to hate me."

Jake shrugged. "They don't hate you. Besides, even if they did I wouldn't leave you Miles. I love you, and no one can change that." He leaned in and gently kissed her cheek. Miley felt her face warm up as she smiled brightly at Jake.

"I love you too." She answered. She felt someone glaring at her, so Miley turned around to see Samantha glowering at her. Their eyes locked and Samantha's glare intensified, Miley tried to look away but she couldn't. Finally Samantha shot her one last dirty look before turning to her husband and son. Miley tried to suppress a shudder. Why did she seem to hate her? Miley hadn't done anything to her at all.

"Okay. Dinner time everyone!" Mr. Ryan called out as he rubbed his hands together. The food was piled onto the table and everyone was watching it with needy eyes. Jake moved his hands off Miley's back and pulled out her chair. Miley smiled graciously at him as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the table.

"Everything smells delicious Mr. and Mrs. Ryan." Miley smiled at them as Jake passed the plate of burgers towards her.

Mrs. Ryan smiled back warmly. "Thank you Miley. It's nice to her a thanks after cooking for these ones for so long." She motioned at her kids who were digging in already.

Miley laughed and Mr. Ryan winked at her. "For you Miley, it's no problem."

Everyone helped themselves to more and silence filled the air. Miley could feel Tyler and Samantha watching her as she ate but Miley refused to look at them and concentrated on what was in front of her.

"So," Samantha asked evenly breaking the silence. "How many months along are you Miley?

Miley nearly chocked on the water she was drinking. Jake turned to glare at his sister, "Samantha!"

"Um, what does that mean?" Miley asked weakly.

"She means how long have you been pregnant." Tyler replied.

"Tyler!" Mrs. Ryan exclaimed. "Behave yourself."

Miley shook her head. "It's alright, Mrs. Ryan. I understand that their curious." She turned to face Samantha and Tyler who were glaring at her. "Actually, I'll have you know that I'm not pregnant."

"How long until you are?" Samantha shot back.

Miley heard Jake growl from the seat next to her. Miley reached under the table and grabbed his hand and gently squeezed it. "Well, depends, when do you think Jake and I will get married?"

"Seriously Miley, who are you trying you kid? The reason you're here to break the news; you're pregnant! Just spit it out."

Miley felt Jake jump slightly at what Tyler said she squeezed his hand to let him know she could handle this. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then but Jake and I aren't pregnant. I am a firm believer of no sex until marriage."

"You could have fooled me." Samantha hissed. "Admit it; you're only in this for the money and fame. All Jake's girlfriends are. If not the money, it's the fame, for publicity. I've seen Jake's heart broken to many times."

Miley closed her eyes, pressed her lips together in a tight line and counted to ten. Slowly she opened her eyes, "Again, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't need the money. My dad is Robbie Ray Stewart and my god mother is Dolly Parton. And that fame, seriously, do I look like I need fame? I don't suppose Jake told you why we broke up the first time."

Tyler seemed taken back by her response. But Samantha wouldn't let Miley win so easily. "Exactly, you've left Jake so many times before! You're probably still in this to hurt him again!"

Miley rolled her eyes; she was ready to reply when Jake cut her off. "Actually, Sam, I was the one who left Miley all those times. I kissed her and told her how I felt then left to Romania. I came back and we got back together, she didn't like the sudden fame and I walked out on her. I was lucky enough to have her take me back this time."

Samantha looked shocked. "But—you seem—" She stuttered. She took a deep breath and started again, "He is my baby brother Miley, and I don't want him to get hurt."

Miley nodded calmly. "I understand that perfectly. I won't hurt him, I really love Jake. More than I've loved anyone else in my life. I won't ever hurt him purposely. Don't worry; I know where you're coming from. I give my older brothers dates speeches a lot of times, you know."

Samantha watched her with steady eyes. "Just…Just don't hurt him please." She pleaded. "I trust you Miley. You seem like a great girl. Jake told me a lot about you, but I have to worry. Please, don't hurt him."

"I won't." She promised. "You have my word."

Samantha nodded. "You know, Sam, I appreciate you're worry. But I'm hardly a baby anymore." Everyone laughed at Jake's thought.

"Sorry Jakey." Samantha apologized as she took a bite out of her salad.

Silence filled the air again as everyone thought about what both Samantha and Miley said. Suddenly Tyler spoke up, "Jake, you never told me Dolly Parton was Miley's god mother!"

--HMHMHM—

"The apple pie was great thanks Miley." Samantha smiled at her from across the blazing fire. They had just finished eating dinner and were scattered around the fire that Mr. Ryan started. Miley was curled up comfortably in a lawn chair next to Jake. He had his arms wrapped around her and her head was resting in the crook of his neck.

"No problem." Miley answered returning the smile. It was surprising how fast everything changed in Samantha and Tyler's demeanour. After Miley promised to not hurt Jake they seemed to have accepted her as fast as Isabella and the parents had.

"Yeah, it was great." Tyler agreed from the chair next to her patting his stomach lightly. "Sam was never that great at making pie."

"You have no idea," Samantha's husband muttered from where he was seated, arms draped around Samantha.

Miley laughed slightly as she saw Samantha glare at her husband but not move. "I'm sure it's not that bad." She said.

"Again, you have no idea." Eric, Samantha's husband, repeated. Everyone laughed. Miley glanced around the fire at Tyler who was making faces at Samantha as she returned them, and at Eric who was had Samantha on his lap. She sighed in contentment realizing how lucky she was to meet someone like Jake who had an amazingly nice family. She snuggled deeper into Jake's arms, and he tightened his grip on her.

"Having fun?" He whispered lightly in her ear.

Miley nodded weakly as she shivered, "Loads of fun."

"See I told you, you had nothing to worry about." Jake breathed on her neck.

"I know. I'm sorry." She smiled as she felt Jake bury his face in her neck.

"You should listen to me more often," Jake teased as he lightly kissed her neck.

"I know," she exhaled, trying hard not to let Jake know he was getting to her. Her head was spinning at the close proximity. She wondered if she would ever get used to him being so close to her.

"Would you listen to me now if I said you should kiss me?" Jake asked.

Miley turned to face him. "I don't know," she stroked her chin, trying to look thoughtful. "Should I?"

"Most definitely," Jake nodded as he leaned in and covered her lips with his. Like always, Miley's senses gave away as soon as Jake's lips touched hers. She completely forgot where she was, all that mattered were Jake's sweet lips on hers. He moved his hand from her waist and placed it gently on the side of her face. She tangled her hands in his hair and pressed herself against him.

Jake's tongue brushed lightly against Miley's lower lip and she immediately opened her mouth. His tongue slid into her mouth exploring her mouth before intertwining with her own tongue. She tried to suppress a moan as Jake caressed the side of her face.

"Hey! Can you two not swap spit in front of us? Especially after we just ate?" Tyler called out suddenly. Miley jumped as she quickly pulled away from Jake. She was still dizzy from the intense kiss and her lips were still tingling. Her surroundings finally came into clear view and she realized she still in Jake's backyard bordered by his family.

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she looked around her. Tyler was watching them with a disgusted expression but his eyes were twinkling brightly. Miley looked away from him and at Jake's older sister who was smiling at them. Eric winked at Miley and she looked away again.

"Sorry," she muttered quietly, eyes still on the floor. She could feel Jake mumbling next to her, upset about his brother breaking the kiss. Miley tried not to show it, but she was equally frustrated, the kiss was so great. The butterflies were still fluttering in her stomach but she decided it was because Jake was so close to her. She could smell his sweet breath as she tried to avoid everyone eyes.

"I'll let it go this time, but it'd better not happen again. I'd rather not end the night by seeing my younger brother molest his girlfriend." Samantha replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes even though a smile was dancing on her lips.

"It's not like you and Eric are any better." Jake shot back, glaring at his sister as he smirked slightly.

Samantha gasped dramatically and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Jake, I have never done such a thing!"

Jake rolled his green eyes. "Oh yeah, I'm sure. I have enough of those images in my mind to last a life time. I remember the first time it happened. I still have nightmares." Jake cried.

Tyler shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes like Jake's. "Seriously Jake, try to remember there are younger innocent ears here."

Miley laughed. "Tyler, you're fifteen. I'd hardly consider you innocent. You've taken those health classes right?"

Tyler glared at her, before grimacing slightly. He places his hands over his ears, "Don't bring back the painful memories."

Samantha and Eric laughed and started discussing what they remembered from their health classes back in high school. Tyler's eyes widened at what he was hearing as he clamped his hands over his ears again, shaking his head wildly.

Miley smiled as she moved closer to Jake. She liked Jake's family and they liked her. Right now, as she sat in Jake's arms watching Samantha and Eric scar Tyler for life, she knew that everything was going to be alright.

--HMHMHM—

AN: Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I couldn't make anything work and I wanted to get this chapter up fast. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to update. Really I am so sorry! Mid-Terms are coming up and I being piled with homework. I'll try to update as soon as I can, but it might take a while. This chapter is long, long enough hopefully.

I thought I'd change things up by having Jake's sibling fire off the questions. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

-Caramel161