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Chapter Two:

I'll wait until the next day to go over and introduce myself. Give them time to settle in. I don't want to seem like I'm hovering…

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Lily and Oliver left Miley and Jake at about three in the afternoon. The group of four had moved incredibly fast and had all the boxes in by eleven thirty, and had begun unpacking. All that was left now were a few boxes.

Miley, who'd changed out of her skirt and in to shorts, dropped in to a chair out by the couple's in ground pool...on top of Jake. "Excuse me, I was sitting here!" He called, faking groaning.

"I know," Miley said, taking his hand and pulling his arms around her, laying back against his chest, "And now I'm sitting here." She said, patting the sides of his legs.

He playfully sighed, "You could get your own chair."

Miley nodded thoughtfully. "I could," She said, moving her head to rest on his shoulder, looking up at him sideways. "But I'm not!" She then added, kissing his cheek.

"Well fine then," Jake said smugly, "I'll just have to capture you," He said, tightening his arms around her waist.

She giggled, "Is that supposed to be threatening?"

He pressed his face against her neck, kissing her neck, and mumbled, "Yes, it is. I'm mean and scary. Roar."

"Oh, so scary, Jake," she giggled again. "I don't know about mean and scary, but you sure do smell scary." She said, wrinkling her nose, and waving her hand in the hair.

"Hey! I've been moving boxes all day in the hot temperature and sun. I'm a guy, we sweat." He defended.

"Well, you go take a shower, I'll go order some food." She suggested.

"Or," Jake smiled, "We can both go take a shower and save water, and order food after."

"I swear, all you ever think about is sex," Miley said, rolling her eyes.

"That isn't true!" He claimed, placing soft kisses on her neck. "I think about you, and…how much I love you, and how beautiful you are. And I think about food!"

Miley rolled her eyes. "You started out romantic, not so much at the end."

His hands snuck under the hem of her shirt, as he rubbed soft circles on the exposed skin, making her shiver. "You know I'm the most romantic guy on earth, I just can't let the ladies know, they'll never leave me alone! Then again…" He said, smirking.

Miley pouted, crossing her arms. "If you think that's a good way to get in my pants, you're sorely mistaken, Leslie Jacob Ryan."

"I was kidding, Miles!" He exclaimed. "Besides, I so saw you checking me out earlier. He said, smirking again.

"No, I was checking out the hot guy near you. The mover guy." She said, totally straight faced.

"Miley Ray!" Jake gasped, "A married woman looking at another guy?! And I am so much hotter then him. You were so checking me out, missy."

"So what if I was?" Miley said. "And you take a long time to get upstairs, Jake." She smirked.

He smiled, and kissed her lips. She went to get up, but he stopped her, picked her up, and headed off in to the house.

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Ugh, he sickens me. They sicken me. Not her, she's too beautiful to sicken me, but how she acts with him. She acts like she actually wants to be with him.

I watch with disdain as he gets up, swinging her up in to his arms, and entering their house, well kissing her. He looks like he's trying to suck her face off. Bastard.

I shake my head, and turn away from the window.

He'll regret the day he ever set his eyes on Miley Stewart.

There's chapter two. Please let me know your thoughts! And, you can see a complete longer summary in my profile. Theres extended summaries for all of my four current stories in there. Check it out.

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-Jen

PS: Sorry it's so short.