Disclaimer: I do own the computer I'm writing this in, but that's about it.
Warnings: I'm tired now, so check previous chapters.
A/N: Oh my, oh my! Why, aren't my reviewers some curious little things? I'm sorry for you guys but unless you guess correctly and accurately the answers to the questions you want me to reveal, I can not tell you what is going to happen.
I find it quite amusing when you guys try to guess though, so go ahead and entertain me! Ha, ha.
For the moment, just enjoy the next chapter.
Amid Falsity and truth
Chapter 3:
Random Saturday Date, where's Mr. Right?
Rockstar4ever: So that's what I'm going to do.
UltimateSkater: Are you sure? Think about it.
Rockstar4ever: I have and yes I'm sure.
UltimateSkater: Alright. Don't forget to tell me how it goes then!
A few weeks have pass since Miley opted to unveil Hannah's name instead of her own to Louis. Since then, they had talked every single day for hours. One hour been the minimum and four the tops, but simply because Robbie Ray or Louis' mother made them log off; if it had been in their power they would have fallen asleep on their laptops.
During these long hours their topics of conversation vary. They had long ago overstepped the inquiries about families, hobbies, occupations and lifestyles, preferring to find about the rest unasked things by themselves as they became more familiar. Now the questions went from trivial stuff like what they ate today, something funny someone said and what they were doing, to more important ones like how each one felt concerning different subjects and what made them feel that way.
Those last four sentences between "Hannah Montana" and Louis were on that last, serious category. They had been written the previous night, Friday night to be exact, which was actually a time far from the present.
Right now it was Saturday afternoon, and Miley was in front of her mirror getting ready to go out on a date. Last night's conversation had ended up been about what she should and maybe shouldn't do. At last, she went along with what she thought would cheer her up the most, going on dates. After all, what's better to rebound than a nice hot date on a sunny day?
Louis hadn't been to keen on this idea. He tried to refute with her, warning her of the dangers of playing with people's and, most importantly, her emotions. He thought someone, if not both of them, could end up hurt considering she was still wounded thanks to…Jake.
Yes she had told him that her ex-boyfriend was zombie-slayer Jake Ryan, to which he had laughed since he still didn't believe she was the Hannah Montana, but he went along with it; hoping she would prove him wrong soon enough, and if not, she was still a good source of entertainment.
Either way, as stubborn as Louis was beginning to realize Miley was, it was obvious that she didn't listen to him. She defended herself, saying she was completely over Jake. Thus the reason why she was going on these dates, she needed a new love to give the finishing touches to her mended heart.
Louis shook his head back at his house, allowing her to do as she pleased with the only condition of hearing all the details afterwards. Sometimes he was like a gossiper girl, a trait that more often than not Miley found rather cute, right along with his sensitive side.
"Miley! Someone's here to see you!" Miley heard her dad shout from downstairs. She quickly added the last bit of lip-gloss onto her lips and made her way to the first floor.
Once there, she rolled her eyes at her father's behavior. The man had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at the poor, almost frighten-looking boy before him; that was one point less for him by the way.
"Thanks daddy, we'll be leaving now." Miley said walking past the boy.
"L-Later Sir." The boy stuttered.
"Right, not too late, and be careful." Robbie said, that last part directed towards his daughter as he gave the young man one of his unmoving stares.
"Don't worry dad, bye!" And she was out the door, quickly fallowed by her cowering date.
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"So what movie do you want to see Fernando?" Miley asked her date. As his name stated, Fernando was a Latin boy, or man. He was currently eighteen years old, tall with broad shoulders, sun-grazed skin, dark brown hair that was cut short and deep brown eyes that could hold a very penetrating stare, if only he had some more security in himself.
"Anything you want is okay with me." Fernando said shyly.
"Well, alright, how about… 'Shutter'?" Miley offered. The aforementioned movie was one in the category of Horror. Why did she pick a movie in the genre that she so obviously hated? Easy, she wanted to give this guy the chance to win that point he had lost from the moment he entered her house.
"Are you sure? I mean, it seems kind of scary." He said looking at the picture apprehensively. Apparently, he was either really dumb or a real coward.
"That's alright! I have you to protect me, right?" The singer said with a flirtatious smile.
"R-right." He sweat drop.
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UltimateSkater: Sooooo? How was it?
Rockstar4ever: Aaaargh! A complete disaster!
UltimateSkaer: How come?
Rockstar4ever: We went to see 'Shutter'…and he sat in my lap.
UltimateSkater: Uh…well, I guess you would have preferred to sit in his lap, but times are changing my dear. Now guys enjoy that too…it seems.
Rockstar4ever: Noooo! That's not what I meant!
UtimateSkater: Then?
Rockstar4ever: I mean he was so scared that he almost sat in my lap every time he jumped, which happened many times! And the movie wasn't even that scary! It was sad, and grouse in some parts, but definitely not scary.
UltimateSkater: lol! So he's a no-no?
Rockstar4ever: Definitely, I'm not going out with someone who can't even protect me from a horror film!
UltimateSkater: Poor guy. Ha, ha!
Rockstar4ever: Well, yeah in a way. It was sad when I told him that we should just be friends. He looked so pitiful!
UltimateSkater: Awww…LOL!
Rockstar4ever: Ha, ha, ha! You are mean.
UltimateSkater: No I'm not! It's not my fault the guy is funnily pathetic!
Rockstar4ever: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
UltimateSkater: Anyway, I suppose this means you'll slow down and stop dating random boys right?
Rockstar4ever: No way! My life has many Saturdays and one of them is bout to bring 'Mister Right'.
UltimateSkater: aaaaha. Well, good luck with that!
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Next Saturday, second date. Miley was currently been drag around an amusement park with her new date. His name was Morgan and he was the classical Goth, almost Emo-like boy; Miley thought she needed a complete change of prospect, so why not go all the way to the other side?
Weirdly enough, he was nothing even remotely close to what his appearance, and five minutes of conversation, gave impression of.
When Morgan had come to pick her up she became aware of his presence by her father's urgent cry. Reaching the first floor, she raised an eyebrow at her father's pleading eyes. Her gaze then fell on the boy who was loudly going on and on about the football game Robbie Ray was trying to watch.
It took her fifteen minutes to get the boy out of the house, but less than five to arrive at the park which if she remembered correctly was not that close to her home; she was going to hear about their exit when she got back home.
"Come on Miley! Let's go to that one now!" Morgan kept pulling at her hand like a desperate child begging for candy.
They have been there for almost an hour and had yet to sit down. Morgan wanted to ride in all the machines at least twice, and they hadn't even done them all once. Miley just wanted to rest for a moment, her feet where killing her thanks to the sexy heels she choose to wear today. If she had known the Goth boy had nothing of passive Goth-like behavior in him she would have used sneaker instead.
"Can't we just take a break? I'm hungry too." Miley complained.
"But if we eat now you can't ride the rest of them." He whined and…pouted? Yes, he did. Miley frowned lightly, too shock at his behavior to do anything else.
"Fine." With a sighed she resigned to his wishes.
Miley couldn't wait for this day to be over. She was going to burn this guy with Louis so much!
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Rockstar4ever: In the end I was too dizzy to eat anyway…Can you believe all that?! Can you believe him?!
UltimateSkater: …Wow, incredible. You sure know how to pick 'em'! LOL
Rockstar4ever: Oh shut up!
UltimateSkater: ha, ha, ha!
Rocktar4ever: And to think I selected a nineteen year old hoping he would be at least a little more mature.
UltimateSkater: Seriously? He seems more like nine years old! Lol.
Rockstar4ever: Tell me about it.
UltimateSkater: I hope you understand now that this isn't working?
Rockstar4ever: Third's the charm honey!
UltimateSkater: Oh boy.
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The third charm-Saturday brought a charming boy to her doorstep.
Brandon was his name. He was a little taller than Miley, with golden locks and light blue eyes. Brandon had on his side many things, for example that amiable million dollar smile and his endless politeness.
The boy won her father in a blink when he complimented his hair and said wonders about his guitars. More than that, he brought Miley flowers as thanks for allowing him to take her out.
If this was not enough, then let me add how Brandon opened all doors for her, took her to a beautiful – and expensive – restaurant, allowed her to pick the movie and, to give it en enchanting ending, brought her to stroll around the shore below the illumination of the beautiful stars and full moon.
The boy was a real gentleman. Everything went smoothly. In fact, it was the best date Miley had ever had in her life.
However, even with all this: the harmonious atmosphere, the unspoiled circumstance and the flawless guy, there was still something missing.
That something was excitement, passion and desire. The boy was great, the date was perfect, but none of those aforementioned, needed emotions existed during the event. The outing was dreary, everything seemed pre-plan to dullness, and Miley had no desire to go in a second date.
In simple words, the boy bored her.
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Rockstar4ever: ….you were right.
UtlimateSkater: What?
Rockstar4ever: You were right!
UltimateSkater: about what my dear :)
Rockstar4ever: …I know you just want me to say it.
UltimateSkater: :)
Rockstar4ever: You are such a smug.
UltimateSkater: Lol. Okay, third was not the charm huh? How horrible was he?
Rockstar4ever: No, I was right on that, third IS the charm, and he was perfect.
UltimateSkater: Oookay, I'm not following now.
Rockstar4ever: Everything went great! He was a true gentleman, and a hot one at that. My dad liked him, the food in the restaurant was delicious, the movie was great, and the walk in the beach was so romantic…
UltimateSkater: What's wrong then?
Rockstar4ever: …I got bored.
UltimateSkater: You got bored?
Rockstar4ever: Yes! I don't know, maybe because everything was so pre-planned, everything on schedule, no spontaneity. Plus so traditional! Dinner, movies and a walk on the beach, no creativity either!
UltimateSkater: Poor boy, flawed for been flawless. Lol!
Rockstar4ever: Don't laugh! Do you think…I'm asking for too much? Maybe I have too high standards?
UltimateSkater: Nah don't sweat it. You have to aim for high skies to reach the clouds! Why settle for bronze or silver when you can have the golden prize baby?!
Rockstar4ever: Lol, I guess.
UltimateSkater: It's not your fault the boy couldn't adapt to you. He should have been like that commercial, with the Toyota and the polar bear.
Rockstar4ever: Lmao!
UltimateSkater: Seriously!
Rocktar4ever: Okay, so where would you have taken a girl in a first date?
UltimateSkater: Well… if the date is like yours, where I barely know the girl, then I would have different ideas and I would let you pick the one you liked best. I usually like to take them somewhere they don't usually go, like say….ice skating!
Rockstar4ever: Why ice skating?
UltimateSkater: As you can see from my name I love to skate, I am oh so proud to pronounce myself as THE ULTIMATE SKATER!! Muahahahah!
Rockstar4ever: Come down from that cloud Louis. LOL!
UltimateSkater: Oh…sorry, I suffer from dreams of grandeur from time to time.
Rockstar4ever: I notice! Ha, ha, ha! Back on track now.
UltimateSkater: Lol, okay. I love to skate, but most girls don't like to skateboard so the next option would be ice skating. That way I have fun since I'm still skating, and she does too. Plus you know…if she doesn't know how to skate…then…
Rockstar4ever: Perve! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
UltimateSkater: What?! It's my job as a gentleman to teach her how to properly skate!
Rockstar4ever: Right, right, only selfless acts from you.
UltimateSkater: Of course!
Rockstar4ever: Anyway, I would have liked that.
UltimateSkater: I know you seem like a fun girl.
Rockstar4ever: That I am!
UltimateSkater: A modest one too! Lol
Rockstar4ever: Look who's talking Mr. Ultimate Skater!
UltimateSkater: And don't you forget it!
Rocktar4ever: Ha, ha, ha!
UltimateSkater: I hope these experiences have allowed your pretty eyes to see that true love can not be searched for though. You must wait for it, and it'll come when you least expect it!
Rockstar4ever: My God! How cheesy!
UltimateSkater: Lol! I know I did that on purpose.
Rockstar4ever: Yeah right!
UltimateSkater: Seriously I did! I'm not usually that cheesy…I mean I'm not cheesy!
Rocktar4ever: Lol!
UltimateSkater: ….
Rockstar4ever: But yeah, I guess no more random dates for me. I'll find something else to do on Saturdays.
UltimateSkater: Lol, cool.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I don't know if you guys noticed but, I killed some stereotypes in this chapter. Why? Well, Latin boys are supposed to be brave thanks to chauvinism from their society. Goth boys are most certainly not that child-like hyper, in the contrary. And blond boys are not supposed to be that charming since they are not supposed to be that smart. Of course, like I said, these are all society stereotypes that I wanted to destroy just for the fun of it and because stereotypes are stupid. So no one feel offended.
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