A/N: Hey guys! I'm sooo happy with all the reviews I got! Wow! lol. Well, I decided to take the advice of a few of you and came up with this next chapter. Don't worry, the story's not going to stay fluffy the whole time - there will be some other stuff going on. I just want to set the scene and make this story realistic, which means that they're not going to fall totally and completely in love in three days - that just doesn't happen in real life. But make sure you pay attention in this chapter - something important is happening!

This is going to be a two-part chapter because in order for me to get all of the stuff I originally wanted in one chapter, it would end up being 12 pages long! I know you don't want to remember 12 pages worth of stuff, so i broke it in half. Hope thats ok! And remember, the more reviews, the more motivated I am to update! (aka, I'll update faster)

Wednesdays were always brutal for Jake; he had filming on Tuesdays, which left no study time, and he always had a pop-quiz in Biology on Thursdays. That, of course, meant he had to cram on Wednesday and finish all the homework he had due the next day, causing him to stay up into the wee hours of the morning. He wasn't stupid or anything, but he always had trouble studying and understanding the material. Unfortunately, his parents didn't come home until late, so even if he did ask for help, they were either too busy or too tired to help.

Jake sighed and put his books away before shutting his locker, jumping when he saw Miley behind it. She just giggled, causing him to smile. She noticed the Biology book and study guide in his hand.

"Are you studying for the quiz tomorrow? You know, you really shouldn't procrastinate like that," he sighed and nodded.

"I know, but today's the only time I have. I had filming yesterday, so I couldn't do it then. I'm going to be up all night trying to figure this stuff out," he glanced at her and a light went off in his head. "Hey, you're decent at Biology, and I've heard that you come up with great study techniques. Do you think you could help me study after school? Please?"

Miley looked into his pleading eyes and knew she couldn't turn him down. She agreed to help and they made plans to meet at his locker after the last bell. He leaned in to kiss her, but she softly pushed him away and motioned with her head that there were people around. At his disappointed frown, she gave him an apologetic smile and a squeeze of his hand. He smiled softly at her, telling her he understood, and they separated, making their way to their classes.

After the last bell of the day, students poured out of the classrooms, excited about going home. Miley saw Jake waiting for her at his locker and smiled as she made her way over to him. He grinned and held out his arm for her to take, which she did, before leading her out of the building.

They made their way through the parking lot toward Jake's limo; Jake waving at some of his fans on the way and Miley rolling her eyes at the pathetic girls who threw themselves at his feet. They reached the limo and Jake opened the door for her, letting her get comfortable before stepping inside himself. Once seated, he turned to her.

"Hey, I've been to your house before, but you haven't been to mine. Can we study there? I want to show you something."

Miley looked at him uneasily, a bit nervous about being in an empty house with her boyfriend. She'd never done anything past kissing and hoped that Jake wasn't expecting more at his house. Jake saw the uneasiness in her eyes and immediately understood.

"We're not going to do anything but study, Miley, maybe watch a movie if we have time, but nothing like that. I promise, ok? I only want to show you something, I swear," she saw the honesty in his eyes and nodded, agreeing to go to his house. He smiled and kissed her softly, glad to finally be alone with her.

They reached his house and Miley looked out the window, incredibly surprised. She had expected to see an enormous mansion surrounded by acres and acres of land. Instead, what she saw was an ordinary house, not much bigger than hers. There were flowers all over the front lawn, making the house look like it came out of a garden magazine.

The limo pulled up to the front of the house and Jake opened the door for Miley. They waved at the driver before entering the empty home. He dropped his backpack on the living room couch and went into the kitchen to grab some snacks. She looked around, observing the little trinkets scattered around the room, when she noticed some pictures on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.

Taking a closer look, a small smile appeared on her face when she saw a picture of a young Jake riding his father's shoulders. He was covering the man's eyes with his tiny hands and giggling happily at the camera. She could see the happiness radiating from his bright green eyes and remembered seeing the same look at the amusement park. This was the Jake she liked the best – the crazy, unbelievably happy, childlike Jake Ryan.

She was startled by the small clinking of glasses, signaling Jake's return. She put down the picture and sat on the couch, pulling their books for studying. Jake entered the room with a handful of cookies and some lemonade, putting them on the table before taking a seat next to her.

"Shall we get started, then?"

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"That makes 206, I found a way that clicks!" Jake finished, excited about the song Miley taught him in order to remember the bones in his body.

She smiled and applauded, proud that he had memorized the whole song without a mistake, and more importantly, that he understood the material. Jake hugged her tightly, trying to tell her how grateful he was for her help. Miley squeezed him back, accepting the thanks. They pulled apart and he beamed at her, still excited about his new study technique.

"Ok, I think we've had enough studying. I know I'm going to ace that quiz tomorrow, so now we can relax. Do you want to watch a movie?" she smiled and nodded.

"That sounds great; what do you have?"

"Too many to name. They're all in my room, want to come pick one with me?" At her uneasy look, he hastily added, "I promise, we're not going to do anything – we're just going to pick a movie."

Miley hesitated a bit before finally nodding. Jake took her by the hand and pulled her up the stairs to his room. It was a typical boy's room – clothes strewn about, rock posters on the wall, girls in bikinis plastered on his closet door. At the last one, Miley raised her eyebrow at Jake, who only grinned innocently. He led her to his collection of DVDs and they spent a few minutes trying to find one they liked.

After a while, Miley asked to use the bathroom and left with the directions Jake gave her. He continued browsing through the DVDs, until he heard the front door open. Panicking, he looked at the clock and saw it was 6:15 – right around the time his mom normally came home. He swore under his breath when he heard his mom call his name.

He hadn't planned on having Miley stay so long and especially didn't want her to meet his parents yet. He'd never brought a girl home before, so his family didn't know the dos and don'ts of meeting the girlfriend, and he sure as hell didn't have time to teach them now. He racked his brain for a way to get Miley out of the house without running into his mom, but he came up empty handed. Maybe if she was in the room with him, the two of them could come up with a plan.

"Miley," he whispered harshly, trying to call her without alerting his mom.

"Miley!" he tried again, but Miley couldn't hear him from the bathroom down the hall.

Jake began pacing back and forth, trying to calm his nerves, when a knock on the door and a small "Jake" made him stop short. He swore again when he realized that his mother was outside the door, waiting for him to open it. Now he was really panicking – what if his mom got mad that he was alone in the house with a girl? He'd be in so much trouble, it wouldn't even be funny.

Mrs. Ryan stood outside Jake's bedroom and called his name again, this time a bit more forcefully. When he didn't respond, she began counting to three, threatening to open the door if he didn't open it himself. As she reached one, the door opened, revealing a disheveled head of blonde hair and nervous green eyes.

"Hey, mom. What's up?" Mrs. Ryan looked at her son suspiciously.

"Jake, why didn't you answer when I called you? And who were you talking to?" she pushed through the door and entered the room, closing the door behind her slightly.

Miley was fixing her makeup in the bathroom when she heard Jake's mom calling him. Curious, she cracked open the door and peaked outside, watching as Jake finally opened the door. She saw Mrs. Ryan step inside the bedroom, so she slowly inched down toward his room to hear the conversation. She leaned into the door, straining to hear through the small crack.

Jake visibly gulped and looked at his mom nervously.

"I wasn't talking to anyone, mom. I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered nervously, trying to get his mom to buy his act. She didn't.

"Jake, I know I heard you talking to someone. I know I'm getting older, but I'm not deaf yet," she scolded lightly. Suddenly, a look of understanding crossed her face. "Were you having some 'Jakey Time'?" Jake looked at her, completely confused.

" 'Jakey Time'? What the hell is tha-" his eyes widened in horror as he realized what she meant. "Oh my go– MOM! I was not doing that! Nor do I ever do that! Jesus, mom!"

Miley realized what it was they were talking about and covered her mouth when she burst out into laughter. She swore she heard a snort escape, causing her laughter to double.

Mrs. Ryan looked at her son sympathetically, understanding how embarrassed he must be at getting caught in the middle of his 'alone time'. She shook her head sadly at him.

"Sweetheart, it's ok! It's a natural thing for teenage boys to do – they have certain urges and they need to complete them somehow. Would you rather talk to your father about this? I know how you boys always like having your 'manly' talks." With every word she said, Jake turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Mom, I don't have any…urges," he struggled to get the word out, "and even if I did, I wouldn't need to talk to dad about them!" he really didn't want to be having this conversation right now, least of all with his mother. She only looked at him caringly.

"Of course you don't, sweetheart. Well, I'm going to start with dinner; I'll be downstairs if you need me," she turned and opened the door, only to be faced with a giggling girl.

Miley was laughing uncontrollably by this time. Poor Jake! She knew that having this kind of conversation with any parent must be tough, but she couldn't help laughing at how comical this one was. Her laughter was reduced to giggles, however, when she heard Mrs. Ryan open the door. The older woman jumped back in surprise before looking at her curiously. Miley smiled and looked at Jake, waiting for him to introduce her to his mother. He got the hint and, reluctantly, stepped forward.

"Miley, this is my mom. Mom, this is Miley Stewart," Mrs. Ryan's eyes lit up at hearing Miley's name.

"So you're Miley! I've heard so much about you – it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" She turned to Jake. "You told me she was beautiful, but I didn't expect her to be this stunning!" Miley blushed, not used to such compliments.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ryan, but I'm really not much to look at," Mrs. Ryan whipped around, both surprised and impressed.

"And modest, too! But really, sweetheart, you are a beautiful girl – don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You know, Miley, we'd love it if you'd stay for dinner; Mr. Ryan and I would love to know more about you," Miley smiled, but shook her head in response.

"I'd hate to impose…" Mrs. Ryan looked taken aback.

"Nonsense, dear. I'll go call your father and make the arrangements," Miley's smile faded and her eyes widened in horror.

"Dad! I completely forgot to call him and tell him where I am! He's going to kill me when I get home!" Mrs. Ryan smiled sympathetically at the girl.

"Don't worry, I'll explain everything. Which reminds me," she turned to Jake, a stern look on her face, "what exactly were the two of you doing? Alone?" Jake squirmed under his mother's harsh gaze.

"I asked Miley to help me study for the Biology quiz tomorrow, but we finished early and decided to watch a movie. Since all the DVDs are in my room, I brought her up here to pick one we both liked. Then she went to the bathroom, you came home, and here we are," at his mother's narrowed gaze, he quickly added, "That's all, I swear! Miley even taught me a song as a study technique and I can sing it to you later to prove it!"

Mrs. Ryan looked at him skeptically before excusing herself to cook dinner and call Mr. Stewart. Jake let out a sigh of relief and plopped down into a chair, gently massaging his forehead. Miley sat down on his lap and gave him a soft kiss.

"Oh come on, it wasn't so bad. Your mom seems like a really nice person," she giggled a bit and Jake looked at her with a straight face.

"Ok, how much did you hear?" she tried to contain her laughter, but failed miserably.

"All of it!" she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.

Jake grinned and began laughing along with her, thinking back on the hilarious, but embarrassing, conversation moments before. They soon stopped and Miley smirked at him.

"Jakey Time, huh?" he smirked back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, I'll show you 'Jakey Time' alright!"

He proceeded to tickle Miley, causing her to shriek lightly and laugh so hard that tears leaked from her eyes. Jake smiled as he watched her laugh, loving the sound almost as much as when she sang. But it wasn't the peppy, uplifting songs Hannah Montana sung that caused his heart to swell; it was the soulful, acoustic songs Miley sung that he loved. He knew that those came from Miley's heart, not Hannah's producers.

She begged him to stop tickling her and he did, unable to deny her anything. Her laughter soon died down, with only the occasional giggle breaking through, and he looked up at her smiling face. He could smell her sweet scent and he nearly drowned in it when his senses went into overload. When he was with her, his body was heightened to the degree where all of the colors seemed brighter; all of the tastes seemed sweeter; all of the sounds seemed clearer; and everything he touched was softer.

He looked at her delicious, succulent lips and couldn't help but taste them. He crushed his lips onto hers and his world went into chaos. He felt her respond with passion, snaking her soft hands into his silky golden hair, playing with it gently. One of his hands gripped her neck lightly, pressing her into him more, while his other rested lightly on her hip.

Being with Jake made her feel so alive, so full of life; she couldn't explain it. When she was with Jake, everything faded away, leaving just him and her together. She didn't know what it was exactly, but with him, she felt complete – something she never thought she'd ever feel again. Even thought their relationship was still relatively young, he was her everything, and she'd be damned if she ever let him go.

The couple was so lost in each other that they didn't notice a tiny figure standing at the door.

"Gross! Stop eating her, Jake!"

They broke apart, startled by the intrusion, and turned to see a young girl standing at the door with her face scrunched up in disgust. Miley turned bright red at being caught in the act, while Jake scowled at his sister.

"Carley, don't you have somewhere else to be? Like a boarding school in Switzerland or something?" the girl narrowed her eyes at him before a sugar-sweet smile appeared on her face.

"That's funny, Jake. By the way, don't you have to jump out a window in your next episode? You know, maybe you should start practicing soon. I'll make sure to forget the safety net when you do," she raised her eyebrows, as if asking him to challenge her. He only sighed.

"What do you want?" she waved her hand, brushing off the question, and began walking down the stairs.

"Dinner's ready. By the way, she's really pretty."

Miley watched the interaction between brother and sister and was reminded of her and Jackson. Of course, their arguments were much crazier and usually ended up in her hitting him, but the witty insults were the same.

She turned even redder when she heard Carley's last comment, but couldn't help but feel honored that Jake's family thought she was pretty. Sure, everyone told her she was beautiful when she was Hannah, but she never received the same number of compliments when she was Miley. It felt nice to be called beautiful, and even nicer when strangers called her beautiful.

She felt Jake's hand grasp hers, pulling her out of his chair. They smiled at each other, briefly kissed, and made their way downstairs for dinner, each mentally preparing themselves for the onslaught of questions that was sure to come.