Author's Note: After a little sweet talking, and 50, Michael was able to successfully con Jackson into dating Melody. Michael won't hear the end of this, I tell you. Also, Miley is going to be referred to as Hannah in this chapter.
Chapter 11
SATURDAY 5:50 PM
Michael was upstairs ironing his clothes for his now double date with Hannah/Miley and Jackson. Melody was already there. Her hair in a ponytail, and she was wearing a dress. Michael could tell she was uncomfortable.
"Ugh. Why do I have to wear a dress?" Melody complained.
"It's a formal affair. No jeans allowed." Michael said, still ironing his clothes.
"These shoes are uncomfortable," Melody said, tugging at her heels.
"Look, they are going to be here in at least 10 minutes. Can you not complain until then?" Michael asked.
"Whatever." Melody said.
"Look, I'm going to get dressed. Stay here." Michael said.
"Were are we going, anyway?" Melody asked.
"To eat at a fancy restaurant in Hollywood." Michael said from the bathroom.
"What about those detectives that were harassing you?" Melody asked.
"Out of sight, out of mind." Michael responded.
A horn honked as they were talking. The moment was upon them.
Michael stepped out the bathroom and asked, "How do I look?"
"Like you're dating a pop singer." Melody said.
"Thank you. I try to do my best." Michael said.
He opened the door to see Charles talking to the limo driver and one of Hannah's bodyguards.
"They are waiting outside for you," Charles said to Michael.
Michael stepped outside, hopping, praying this date would go well.
"Wow! Swanky!" Jackson said as they pulled up to the restaurant.
"I'm going to get you for this." Melody hissed at Michael said.
"Yes, sir." Michael said jokingly.
"Man, paparazzi is out in force." Hannah said.
"All right, watch yourselves. Paparazzi can be really fierce when they want to." One of Hannah's bodyguard's said.
"Ready?" Hannah said.
Everyone nodded. As soon as they stepped out of the limo, they were met with flashing cameras from the paparazzi and a barrage of questions. Most were directed at Michael and Hannah.
"Inside!" Michael yelled.
They all rushed in the restaurant, and of course, the paparazzi was stuck outside.
"That was something." Melody said.
"Yeah. Jackson, Michael. Find our table while Melody and I go to the ladies room." Hannah said.
"Okay, sure." Michael said.
"Look, what are your intentions with Michael?" Melody asked.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.
"Let me tell you something. He might look like he has it together, but really, he has a lot of demons." Melody said.
"He's already told me what happened to his mom." Hannah said.
"He has?" Melody asked.
"Yeah, he did. I'm amazed he was able to put it out of his mind this long." Hannah said.
"Let me tell you something," Melody began, "he's a really good guy, just messed up in his mind. Seeing your mom killed before your very eyes would mess up any guy. Let alone a 3 year old."
"Do you really think he likes me, Melody?" Hannah asked.
"Yeah, I do. He and I are thick as thieves." Melody said.
"What do you think of Jackson?" Hannah asked.
"He's alright." Melody said. "What do you think of Michael?"
"It's nice to know that I can have a relationship when he knows both sides of me, Miley and Hannah Montana." Hannah said.
"Good, cause I'll hurt you if you break his heart." Melody joked, kind of serious.
"Alright." Hannah laughed.
Jackson and Michael sat at the table in utter silence. Michael just starred at Jackson while Jackson was unsure of Michael's actions.
"Look, man, I acted like a jerk to you. If you want to kick my butt, I understand." Jackson said.
"I hold no hostilities towards you. I know that you had your sister's best intentions in mind." Michael said. "I really like her, and I'm not going to hurt her."
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you go running to the beach a few days ago?" Jackson asked.
Michael, feeling painful memories coming back, rose from the table and walked out onto the restaurant balcony.
Smooth move, Jackson, he thought. He looked up to see Melody and Hannah come back.
"Where's Michael?" Hannah asked.
Jackson pointed to the balcony where Michael went.
"What did you do?" Melody asked.
"Nothing! I just asked why he ran out of our house a few days ago!" Jackson said.
"Jackson." Hannah said shaking her head. She walked out to the balcony to join them.
"What did I do?" Jackson asked.
"You hit a nerve. That's what." Melody said.
Michael just stood at the balcony, looking at the sea. Mom would have loved this, he thought. He fought back tears because he heard someone behind him.
"Hey," Hannah said. "I'm sorry about Jackson. He can be an idiot sometimes."
"Don't be." Michael said as Hannah stood next to him.
"My mom told me that 'True love can stand to even the most dangerous obstacles.'" Michael said.
"Your mom would be proud of you." Hannah said.
"As would yours." Michael said.
"We better get back to our table." Hannah said.
"Yeah, but there is something I have to do first." Michael said.
"What would that be?" Hannah asked.
"This." Michael said as he pulled Hannah in for a deep kiss.
Hannah pulled away breathless and said. "Wow."
"Ready? Ms. Montana?" Michael asked.
"Y-Yeah." Hannah said as she composed herself.
Taking her arm, Michael escorted Hannah back into the restaurant, and to the table where a curious Melody and Jackson waited.
Author's Note: Man, was that something. Trust me. Chapter 12 is going to be something else too. As always read and review.