Disclaimer: I still don't own anything aside from the plot. I'm working on it though…no, not really.
Warning: Language and… Liley?
A/N: This is the longest chapter yet I think. But hey you wanted it longer, so I brought it longer! Here you go! Enjoy!
Amid Falsity and Truth
Chapter 4:
Here's Your Proof
Miley was sited in the same plane she had used all those weeks ago. She was now headed to Ohio for her next concert.
But she still had some hours to go, and since it was so early there wasn't much to do. Her father was currently sleeping soundly in the couch before her, and her brother was doing the same in a more… undignified manner.
There was nothing worth watching in the television. Right now they were showing "Dora the Exploradora" and "Bob the Constructor". That was most certainly not worthy of her time. Lame shows like those were only useful to waste people's time and damage little children's minds with their cheap Spanish lesions.
Under this predicament, there was only one thing to do: use the computer; especially the internet. Oh wonderful internet. A place where time is literally irrelevant, even if your parents keep insisting on how late it is to keep using it.
Miley opened her laptop and turned it on. She doubted Louis would be up this early but she lost nothing by checking right? As pre-thought, she logged into her Yahoo account when her computer had uploaded completely to find Louis icon colored gray, which meant he was indeed offline; like the rest of her online friends.
Then perhaps she could watch something in Youtube. But not before she did something she had wanted to do for a while. No one called her words bluff. She was about to prove him so wrong. Besides, there was always a way out of it if things didn't go well. So why not take a risk? He seemed quite trustworthy up to now.
She couldn't believe she was saying that about an internet friend…oh whatever.
Going back to her account she left-click his name and selected the option that said 'Send e-mail to UltimateSkater'.
Dear Louis:
I logged on this morning hoping you would be here. You weren't, but what was I expecting at 4:00 a.m. in the morning?
Yes, believe it or not, I'm awake at 4:00 a.m. I know that, as you well know too, I tend to take a lot of time waking up at six just to go to school. But this is different.
There's a reason why I'm awake at such an unholy hour, and the reason is awesome! You would think the same if you knew what it was. Actually knowing you, you'll probably ask me why the hell did I take so long!? Lol.
Anyway, if you want to know the reason for this you'll have to be logged in around…let's say from 9:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. I'll get a break around that time.
Hopefully you'll get this before then, since I don't really know when we'll get another chance for this.
…I wonder if you already know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, take care. And don't be late!
With love,
Rockstar4ever
P.S. Is your curiosity eating you up?
Having that done, she pressed 'Send'. Now all she had to do was gather the strength to go along with her plan. But, first she was going to Youtube to pass the time, she could think about her nerves later.
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In a mid-size house in Malibu lives a seventeen year old named Louis. His last name is irrelevant at this moment; simply know that his name is Louis.
Louis' height is five…something; he's not very tall and dislikes to say his height for the same reason. All the same, he makes up for this in other aspects, like his athletic nature. He's a lover of sports especially skateboarding and surfing. Thanks to it he keeps a thin yet firm body. Adding to this are his good looks, Louis has creamy, immaculate white flesh, long sandy-blond hair and beautiful baby blue eyes.
Right now, Louis is suctioning the breakfast his mother has prepared for him while been scold for doing it.
"Remember you have to clean the yard today, and stop eating your food as if I never feed you!" His mother said while she washed the dishes.
"What? But today is Saturday!" He whined ignoring his mother's reprimand. He could not believe the woman was staining a Saturday in such a way.
"Exactly! Saturday means less school work and more home work. Don't you get it?" She teased the poor boy.
"Aaarrhg." Louis growled like a pirate. He continued to eat, now more civilly, while scowling down at his innocent breakfast. If there was something that could slow down his eating pace, it was having to work afterwards.
When breakfast was finished, he went upstairs and changed into some short pants and a loose shirt, then directed himself towards his starting point, the back of his house.
Why did they have to have so much grass? They could easily plant cement in the whole place and be done with it. A lot of neighbors were doing it, how smart. The boy shook his head. He was kidding; he actually enjoyed nature quite a lot.
Louis walked over to the faucet to retrieve the rake. At least he only had to sweep the leaves off.
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"Hey bud, are you done? We need to leave this plane before the reporters come." Hannah's manager said through the door.
"Just a second dad!" Miley was in the airplanes bathroom giving the final touches to her Hannah Montana transformation.
"That's what you said half an hour ago!"
In that instant the bathroom door opened.
"Please dad that was so not half an hour ago. Besides, perfection takes time." Hannah said brushing her arms off inexistent dust.
"Riiiight. How could I forget?" Robbie Ray said sarcastically, and Hannah giggled.
"Daaad! I'm hungry!" Shouted Jackson from the couch he was, just like during the complete flight, sprawled about.
"But you already ate boy!" Robbie Ray said picking up his coat from a nearby couch.
"I'm a growing boy old man! Work with me here." Jackson said, finally standing up from the couch.
"If you keep eating that way the only growing you'll do will be sideways. Come on, you can eat during Hannah's rehearsal." Robbie said, locating his hat on the top of his head and making his ways towards the exit of the plane. The statement put a smile on the growing boy's face.
"At least she's good for something." – Jackson muttered to himself. Or so he thought, because seconds later he was hit right on the back of his head with a cushion. – "Ouch!"
"I'm good for that too." Hannah said with a glare that her brother returned for a few seconds before slouching behind his father.
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Finally, he was done! It was almost three o'clock already! Damn, he just lost like half his day. Whatever, what's done is done.
Louis walked over to his garage and left the rake back where he had pick it up from, next to the faucet. Then he proceeded to take off his shoes and leave them by the back door before walking down the hall into the living room.
He spotted his mom who was watching some cheesy novel on TV and went to sit next to her.
"Woah! What do you think you are doing?" His mother asked, putting a hand up to stop his actions.
"Ah, sitting down?" He said in an 'isn't it obvious' voice.
"Not while you're all sweaty and dirty, you're not! Go take a bath first." She commanded resuming her novel.
"What? But - " He was cut off.
"No buts or you'll be sleeping in the dog house with the dog" The woman said not taking her eyes of the TV screen.
"We don't have a dog." Louis stated if just to be annoying. He knew he wasn't winning this one.
"Don't worry, you'll be the dog." She said with a small smile.
"How can you treat me like this?" He said offended, his mouth ajar and his eyes wide. There was no question about it; his mother was an evil woman.
"I'm your mother, I have the right. Now hurry up and take that bath."
Louis turned around and slumped his way up the stairs. Behind him, his mother's little smile turned into a full-force grin.
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"Alright Hannah, here is where you are going to stand. If you stand anywhere else, you'll fall into your immediate demise." Hannah's choreographer said with an unbelievable serious face.
"Patrick say what?!" Hannah asked with a somewhat frighten expression.
Hannah and said man were in the ceiling of the stage, standing in a small bridge many, many foots above the ground. It was quite expected, if not obvious, that she would be scared. When in the world did she agree to this anyway? Oh yeah, that bet with Jackson.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He laughed. Hannah exhaled a discreet sigh of relief.
"Right." She faked a smile. Italians, they always had the weirdest ways to joke around.
"Ha, ha, ha! Anyway, this concert is going to expose Hannah as a daring artist. We're going to impact the audience by dropping you from here right into the stage. Don't worry you'll be well secured." Patrick said with a sincere smile.
"Alright, if you say so." The singer agreed while staring at the little square that was supposed to be their starting point, hesitantly.
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Louis had just finished his bath and was about to go downstairs and demand some food from that woman who called herself his mother, when he glanced at the clock. It was four in the afternoon. Usually by this time he was talking to Rockstar.
Louis made his way to his desk computer and sat in front of it as he turned it on. He waited for it to upload and then went to log into the internet.
Seemingly eternal minutes later…
"Welcome! You got mail!"
Louis grimace at the voice; AOL was so noisily annoying.
Anyway, apparently he had mail. He should check it out, but he wasn't going to. AOL mail was always about useless offers. He would check if he had mail in Yahoo though, or even better, if Rockstar4ever was logged in.
He connected into Yahoo and to his disappointment Rockstar was offline; whereas he did have mail. He clicked on the little icon that portrayed an envelope, and waited for it to open.
The e-mail was from Rockstar4ever in fact, how interesting. No, what was really interesting was what was written in it. Did she really mean what he thought she meant?
She was right. Curiosity was eating him up! Waiting until 9:00 p.m. was going to be torture.
Louis stood up and, leaving the computer on, descended to the first floor.
"I'm hungry woman." He said once he reached his mother, who was still in front of the television.
"There's some spaghetti left over in the fridge." She answered.
Without saying anything, Louis turned around and went directly to the kitchen. Spaghetti was spaghetti, even if it was a day old. He took the bowl out of the refrigerator and placed it on the counter while he searched for a plate. Finding one, he proceeded to investigate how much he could put in it.
"Hey look at this?" The half shout from his mother made him stop in his track.
"Yes Freddie, tonight in the Ohio's own Coliseum we'll have the one and only Hannah Montana!"
"Aren't you a big fan of her?" The older woman asked him. Louis nodded as he darted to the couch.
"Can you see how full this place is? It's packed with people of all ages. This is sure to be a grand hit." A black haired woman said as she pointed behind her to the bunch of people surrounding the building.
"And when is it going to start?" A reporter, that was not visible for the moment, said.
"Around seven if I'm not mistaken." The woman looked into the camera and shouted thanks to all the racked going around.
"Are there any more tickets left?" Again the invisible man spoke.
"Sadly, no, not for today's show at least. But I hear there are a few left for tomorrow's and the next day."
"Thank you Isabel."
"No problem Freddie." And the direct connection was lost to be replaced by the view of the now visible reporter Freddie.
"Well there you have it folks. That was Isabel, directly from Hannah Montana's latest concert in Ohio. If you haven't bought your ticket yet hurry up because there are only a few left."
"Have you bought your daughter's already Freddie?" Asked a round woman that sat beside him.
"Of course, I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't. My daughter simply adores her."
Both reporters laughed.
"Too bad it's so far away. Had it been closer I would have bought you a ticket." His mother said.
"Don't worry mom. Better opportunities will come." He said nonchalantly, standing up to reclaim his food.
Could it really be?
Well, if it was, then it would be much better than just seeing her from afar.
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"Hey bud, we start in fifteen minutes." Robbie Ray said walking over to his daughter.
"Okay dad." Hannah replied.
"Alright Hannah, now let's do some warm up." Her vocal instructor said, moving her hands for her to begin.
"Rrrraaaarrrr, iuuuuu, iuuuu, aaaauuuummmm, yeeauuumm!" All of these sounds were made with some kind of hand – sometimes complete body – movement. Ending with her hands put together in a praying fashion and lowering them from her head to her mid section as if she was going to meditate.
"…Seriously, I liked it more when you were embarrass to do that." The elderly woman said before walking way.
Hannah shrugged towards her father with a smile on her face. Before it had been so embarrassing to do all that, but now it was just funny to see people's expressions.
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Louis was in his room waiting desperately for it to be nine. Yet it was still eight thirty and the clock was in no hurry to move.
The boy had done all in his power so that alleged hour would go smoothly. He did all the chores his mother asked of him so she wouldn't bother him during that specific time, he already ate enough to not be hungry for the rest of the night – although he would probably be hungry right after ten anyway – and he had a little power supply box in his room in case God was so naughty as to play a joke on him tonight. Nothing could go wrong. Unless a meteor crashed his house, but God wasn't that mean, he hoped.
Now all that was left was to wait.
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"Thank you Ohio! Now rest your rock gauge a little, I'll be back in a bit!" Hannah shouted to her hundreds of screaming fans before running off the stage.
"That was great honey!" Robbie Ray said to her while handing her a bottle of water and a towel.
"Thanks daddy." She said with a smile.
"Yeah but, 'Rest your rock gauge?' That was soooo - " He was cut off.
"Shut it Jerkson, I forgot what to say." – She actually did. What was this, nerves? How ironic. – "I'm going to my room dad. Call me when it's time."
"We'll do." He said as she walked away.
Once in the room she locked the door before sighing to free herself from all uneasiness. She placed the bottle of water on the table and located the towel over her shoulder before walking toward a suitcase she had insisted on bring with her from the hotel, claiming she had Beary in there. Well, she did, but that was not the only thing she had hidden in the bag.
She unzipped it and took out her laptop. Placing it on a nearby table she turned it on and waited while drying her face with the small towel.
Minutes later, she was logged on as Rockstar4ever:
Rockstar4ever: Hey there! Did you read the e-mail I sent you?
UltimateSkater: Hi! Yes I did. It is still so hard for me to believe you were awake so early.
Rockstar4ever: Hey! I can be an early riser when I want to!
UltimateSkater: You mean when you are forced to.
Rockstar4ever: Same difference.
UltimateSkater: LOL!
Hannah took a deep breath and prepared herself for what she was about to do. She hoped he was as nice and trustworthy as he was now once she told him.
Rockstar4ever: So, do you know what I was talking about in the e-mail or not?
UltimateSkater: I do suspect something, but let me warn you, I have the big man in white suit right here in my house.
Rocktar4ever: Lol! Don't worry you won't need them.
UltimateSkater: We'll see.
Rockstar4ever: Oh yes you will, but first. How curious are you? Is it eating you whole?
UltimateSkater: What good will it do to lie? Yes, I am rather curious. So hurry up girl! Try to prove me wrong my dear HANNAH MONTANTA!
Rockstar4ever: Believe me, I will. Just give me a second.
UltimateSkater: Alright.
Hannah pressed a few buttons on the screen.
'Rockstar4ever has invited you to view her Webcam. ACCEPT, CANCEL.'
UltimateSkater: A webcam request?
Rockstar4ever: There is no more direct way than this honey. No loopholes whatsoever.
Louis was a bit uncertain. Was Hannah Montana really going to show herself through a webcam to him? And, was this really Hannah Montana or a lunatic, maybe even perverted, person? This could also be a virus. One can never be too sure within the abstract walls of the masked internet.
But, what is life without risks?
UltimateSkater: Alright! I accept!
And he did.
A while later, long blonde hair, pretty dark blue eyes and rosy white flesh appeared in his screen.
UltimateSkater: Oh, My, God!
His reaction made Hannah grin.
Rockstar4ever: Do you believe me now?
UltimateSkater: Are you serious!
Rockstar4ever: What you still don't believe me?
UltimateSkater: No… I mean yes!
Rockstar4ever: This is not a fake picture you know, I AM moving.
UltimateSkater: Yes I know it's just…so surreal! I am talking to Hannah Montana! The real deal!
Rockstar4ever: I told you! Ha, ha, ha!
UltimateSkater: I know. Give me a second; I'm going to tell the big man in white suit it was a false alarm.
Rockstar4ever: LOL! How cool, you are still the same.
UltimateSkater: Why wouldn't I?
Rockstar4ever: I have always had this fear that people would treat me different if they knew.
UltimateSkater: Well, don't worry. I may still be in a bit of a shock, but it'll wear off soon. You're still Rockstar first to me.
Rockstar4ever: Thanks!
UltimateSkater: Besides, Hannah Montanta? Psst, pssst! She's nothing big.
Rockstar4ever: Yeah right! You know I am! And the fact that you were just shrieking like my eight year old fans proves it all the more! LOL!
UltimateSkater: Hey who said I was shrieking?
Rockstar4ever: Weren't you?
UltimateSkater: You shall never know.
Rockstar4ever: LOL! Oh yes you were! Anyway, remember, you can't tell anyone.
UltimateSkater: Don't worry, my lips are sealed!
"Hannah, it's time for make up! You are on in ten!" Hannah frowned a little as she heard her father interrupt her interesting conversation.
"Okay!" She shouted back.
Rockstar4ever: Hey duty calls, so I have to go now.
UltimateSkater: Oh okay, but wait!
Rockstar4ever: What?
UltimateSkater: Can I ask something of you?
Rockstar4ever: What is it?
UltimateSkater: Drop the cute frown and smile for me.
Rockstar4ever: Lol, okay.
Hannah looked into the camera and gave him a wide smile as she waved her hand.
UltimateSkater: Beautiful. Thanks!
Her smile became a shy and embarrassed one, accompanied by a slight blush. Louis chuckled back at his house.
Rockstar4ever: You are welcome. Well, bye now.
UltimateSkater: Bye and good luck in the rest of your show!
Rockstar4ever: Thanks!
Hannah turned the webcam connection off and then the computer follow suit. She placed it back into its case and exited the room with a small smile on her face.
She hoped she hadn't committed a mistake with her recent actions. But somehow, it didn't feel that way.
To be continued…
A/N: Okay, there you go. I actually wrote this in half a day!
Now I have to go take an imposed brake, oh sadness. T-T
Anyway, don't forget to tell me what you think of it. If you have questions, go ahead and ask them, although I do not guarantee to answer them directly!