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Jake was lying on his bed with a grin on his face, thinking about the past few days. Ever since that night at the beach, he couldn't stop smiling. His family was starting to think there was something wrong with him and nearly called a doctor for fear of him being delusional. He only laughed and reassured them there was nothing wrong before hopping up the steps like a buffoon. He chuckled when he heard a small "Freak!" come from his young sister.

He still couldn't believe Miley actually liked him back and that they were now a steady couple. But then he'd think back on that special kiss and knew it was all real. He could still feel the tingle and couldn't wait to see her again. She had some family reunion out of state that she had to go to for the weekend or something, and said she'd be back for school this week. And what a painful few days it had been. Sure, they talked on the phone every day, but it wasn't as good as talking to his girlfriend in person.

His girlfriend.

He smiled at the thought. Miley was now his girlfriend. He still had yet to believe it.

Jake glanced over at the clock and saw that it was nearly two o'clock. Miley was supposed to call him around five. What was he to do for three hours? Jake sighed and thought of the possibilities.

'Well, Miley and I haven't gone on a date yet…so maybe I can plan that now. But what should we do? She's not like every other girl, so I want to make our first date really special…'

Jake racked his brains for ideas but came up empty handed. Everything he thought of seemed so cliché, and that's not what he wanted – at least not for their first date. First dates are the make it or break it in relationships and he wanted to make a good impression.

"Christ, now I'm starting to sound like a girl…" he muttered to himself.

Jake sighed again. There was only one person that knew girls inside and out, and he was a bit reluctant to go to them. Should he risk it? Sure, he could get great ideas, but the consequences could be dire. Was it really worth it?

'Of course it is, you idiot. Miley is worth anything, even going to…them... for advice.'

As Jake was going over the pros and cons of asking for advice, there was a small knock at his door. After a "Come in!" from Jake, the door opened a bit.

'Well, speak of the devil!'

Mrs. Ryan entered the room with a basket of laundry and started bustling around, putting clothes away in the drawers and picking up dirty clothes that were strewn about on the floor. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell radiating from one of Jake's socks and dumped it into her new pile of dirty laundry. She glanced over at Jake on her way out and paused, noticing her son staring at the ceiling in deep thought. She gently put the basket down on a nearby chair and sat on the edge of his bed.

"What's got you thinking so hard? The last time I saw you with this much concentration, you were in the middle of your potty-training!" she chuckled merrily, remembering the days when her baby boy was an innocent little tot and not a famous actor. Jake groaned in embarrassment.

"Mom, you can't go around saying things like that! If the paparazzi ever got wind of that, I'd be ruined!" he cried overdramatically. His mother only rolled her eyes. She stood, picked up the laundry basket, and headed toward the door.

"Well, if you want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, I'll be downstairs"

Jake followed her with his eyes, thinking about whether to ask her or not. He sighed, coming to his decision. Just as she was reaching for the door, he stopped her.

"Mom, I…," Come on, man, where is that zombie-slaying courage? "I need your advice. On girls."

He cringed as his mother's high-pitched squeal permeated throughout the room. She dropped the basket and quickly ran over to his bed. He was already starting to think this was a bad idea.

"My baby boy is coming to me about girls! I never thought this day would come! Now, when you say 'girls', do you really mean how to get their attention? Or are you asking me about sex, because it is perfectly ok to ask about sex…"

"MOTHER!" Jake screamed, turning a violent shade of red. God knows he was not going to talk to his mother about that. "I just wanted some ideas for a date. A d-a-t-e!"

"Oh! And who's the lucky lady, hm? Anyone I know? Goodness, I hope it isn't that Hilary Duff girl – I always thought she was too old for you…"

This is what he was afraid of. At this rate, he'd never get any ideas.

"Ok, that was one small crush I had! Geez, mom, if you're not going to help me, just say so," he whined. Mrs. Ryan smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry. You know how I am. Alright, dates change according to the type of person. If they're a casual, laid back kind of person, then a day at the boardwalk is perfect for them. If they're a bit more formal, maybe dining at a nice restaurant is a good choice. Before I can help you, I need to know what she's like," she looked at him patiently, waiting for him to start. Jake sighed.

"Gosh, where do I start? She's smart, beautiful – really beautiful, down to earth, cool, funny, amazing smile…it's hard to describe her, mom," he replied wistfully. He remembered her face and he smiled lightly. Seeing that she was losing her son to la-la land, Mrs. Ryan quickly took action.

"Jake, I'm going to need a bit more information if you want me to help you."

Jake snapped back to reality at his mother's voice. He glanced over at her and blushed at being caught daydreaming. He hesitated a bit before replying.

"Ok, you know all those girls I've dated in the past?" his mother wrinkled her nose and nodded, "She's the complete opposite. She doesn't like me for popularity; she likes me for me. Hell, before, she hated me for being me!"

His mother smiled. She was glad to see that her son finally found someone with substance and that wasn't using him like all those other glitzy girls. She couldn't wait to meet this girl.

"Well, then you don't need to do much to impress the girl. She doesn't need an expensive dinner to make her happy. I'm sure that something sweet and simple will do," she glanced over at the clock and gasped when she saw the time. "Damn, I still need to finish this laundry before tomorrow! Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to run. I hope I helped a bit."

Mrs. Ryan scrambled to the door, picked up the basket, and winked at Jake before heading out the door. Jake just laughed at his mother's antics and was secretly glad he asked her for advice. He smiled and laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling wistfully. He finally had an idea for his date with Miley; now all he had to do was ask her.

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Miley was running around backstage, trying to find her clothes for her costume change. She had to be on stage in five minutes and she had no idea where her other costume ran off to. Suddenly, Lily skidded to a stop in front of Miley clutching a bunch of clothes – one of them being her costume.

"Quick, Hannah, you gotta be on stage in," she checked her watch, "three minutes!"

They worked together and Miley was fitted in her costume with a few seconds to spare. The stage hand motioned for her to get ready and steadily counted down with his hands. As his fingers reached one, Miley bounded up the stairs on the side of the stage and ran out screaming.

"You ready for more, San Francisco?!"

The crowd cheered and Hannah started belting out her lyrics.

After the concert, Miley was sprawled out on the couch, catching her breath in her dressing room. The crowd was wild tonight and she used up nearly all her energy keeping up with them. She felt like she couldn't move a muscle and even twitching a finger was a chore. Her eyes drooped as a wave of sleep came over her and she saw Jake's sparkling eyes in her mind. She smiled as she thought about that day at the beach when they got together and it grew even wider when she remembered the kiss they shared.

Hannah's dressing room door burst open and Lily flew in, her blue wig nearly falling off. Lights were flashing in all directions behind her, trying to get a glimpse of the famous Hannah Montana.

"Get the hell out of here before we call security! We don't want to talk to you, so get over it!" Lily screamed at them before shutting the door in their faces.

Paparazzi.

God how Miley hated the paparazzi. They constantly followed her everywhere and harassed her until the cows came home. Luckily, they hadn't found her house yet, so her secret identity was still safe. But now that she was dating Jake, the paparazzi would probably be following her around too.

Jake.

Her heart melted when she thought about him. They had only been dating for a few days and already he was in her thoughts 24/7. She smiled unknowingly, dreaming about his handsome face. Lily noticed the far-off look in her eyes.

"Hannah, what's got you so dreamy-eyed? You hate the paparazzi."

Crap. Lily didn't know about her and Jake yet. She didn't really have the time to tell her yet, with the whole concert in San Francisco thing taking up most of her weekend. And now wouldn't be the best time to tell her either; with paparazzi lurking around, no secrets were safe.

"Oh, uh, I'm just thinking about the bubble bath that has my name all over it," Miley lied. Miley hated lying, but technically her entire life was a lie. What would one more do?

"Wait, you have a Hannah Montana bubble bath coming out? Since when!? Can I get the first bottle?" Leave it to Lily to be a complete dunder-head. And they say Oliver's the donut in the group. Miley chuckled.

"No, Lola. I meant that I want to go home and take a bubble bath. Though a line of Hannah Montana bath products would be pretty sweet…"

Lily's mouth silently formed an 'o' and Miley laughed at the expression. Soon, Lily joined her and the two girls were rolling around on the floor laughing. A knock on the door caused them stop, reducing their laughter to silent giggles, and Miley went to answer the door. Her dad, in disguise of course, told them that the limo was ready outside and they had to leave now if they wanted to catch the plane.

After dropping Lily off at her house, Miley ran up to her bathroom to take her bubble bath. It had been a long, tiring weekend and she had school tomorrow. She was ready to just collapse in bed from exhaustion. She glanced over at her clock and had to do a double take. It was already ten pm! She was supposed to call Jake five hours ago! Miley quickly flipped open her phone and noticed that Jake had called her twice – both during her concert. She quickly dialed his number and waited until he picked up.

"Jake! Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't call! We had the big reunion today, so I couldn't really talk, and I just got home from the airport and it was really hectic and my dad wouldn't let me call an-" she heard Jake chuckle on the other end. She hated lying to him, but she couldn't let him in on her secret – at least not yet.

"Miley, it's ok. I understand that you were busy, and I'm happy that you're a family-oriented girl. It only makes me like you more. By the way, I think it's absolutely adorable when you ramble," she blushed scarlet at his comment and awed at how sweet he was.

"Hey, Miley, I was wondering if," Jake paused, trying to perfect his words, "if you wanted to go out on Saturday night. You know, on a date?"

She couldn't help but laugh. Wasn't she already dating the boy?

"Jake, we're already going out, I know that we'll be going on a date," she heard Jake chuckle again.

"Oh, right. I still can't believe that you're my girlfriend. It takes some time to get used to, you know? Sometimes, I feel like I'm going to wake up one morning and realize that this is all a dream and that things will be back to the way they were before," he paused, and then whispered softly, "I don't think I'd be able to live if you hated me again."

Her heart melted when she heard his words. Tears brimmed her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

"I'll never be able to hate you," she whispered back. She could feel the smile radiating from Jake.

Suddenly, a crack of thunder echoed in the sky and Miley looked over at the window. It was starting to drizzle lightly outside and she couldn't help but think of that night at the beach when she kissed Jake in the rain. She smiled and turned back to the phone.

"Hey, did you hear that?" she said softly into the receiver, "it's storming outside." She heard a bit of shuffling on the other end.

"Yeah, it is. The thunder is soothing – it makes me think of you and the night we kissed at the beach. Whenever I hear thunder, I will always think of you, Miley Stewart."

That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her in her entire life, and she swore that she'd keep this memory till her dying day.

"I'll always think of you, too, Jake Ryan."

They talked for about an hour until Mr. Stewart told Miley to go to bed. The couple said their goodbyes and hung up, promising to see each other the next day. Miley flicked off her light and snuggled into her comforter, sighing contently. As she closed her eyes, images of sea-green eyes swam into her dreams, and she drifted off to sleep listening to the pitter-patter of the raindrops and the low rumble of the thunder.