Gaah. I feel so bad for not updating. Sorry guys. My life's been a little hectic lately. This is the first day I've been home since Friday afternoon. :O

So here's a chappie for ya. They look so much longer when I write them out in M.Word. But don't worry. Eventually the story'll get to a part where the chapters are a lot longer.

I have a link to a 'movie poster...book cover...w/e' I made for this story(and one for The Inevitable. I'm quite proud of them) up on my photobucket if you want to see it.

:) Enjoy the psychotic ramblings of a our resident TV star...

JAKES'S THOUGHTS

You know, as nice as Romania was, I'm glad to be back in Malibu. My school is here, my friends are here, the girl I like is here…

I know, I know. I'm supposed to be with Miley now. It has been four months since I kissed her, after all. We even have a date for Friday. She's so excited about it, which is why I didn't say anything about it before. I don't want to hurt her, but…

So, before I left from Romania, I liked Miley, right? Well, while I was gone, I had a chance to think about things. I mean, it's totally obvious that Miley and Oliver are in love. Why interfere with destiny? I might as well move on to someone who won't end up leaving me for ol' 'Smokin' Okin', right?

There was this one girl. One girl that would call me almost every day, and email me on the days she didn't, just to see how I was doing. She never pressed for details about my movie. She was just checking up on me. Making sure that the stress of acting wasn't getting to me too much. She'd tell me stupid jokes that she'd heard at school, or fill me in about funny things our friends did. She kept me up on what was going on at home. She talked to me like a normal person that was taking a vacation, rather then a famous actor off shooting a movie.

That's how Miley talks to me too, sort of. But Miley's kind of…clingy. When Miley talks to me, there's always this awe in her voice. Like 'oh my gosh, I'm dating a famous person,' is what's going through her head. But she talks to me like a friend. And just a friend. And that's kinda nice, you know? I don't get that often.

So to get to the point, you know that Lilly Truscott? Miley's bestie? Yeah. She's pretty hott. And funny, and sweet, and cute, and she definitely won't leave me for Oliver.

So yes, I admit it. I like Lilly. A lot. I'm pretty sure she likes me too. She did when I left for Romania, at least. I might actually have a chance with her. I'll see how things go Saturday. And I guess everything will just go from there.