Alright peoples, this chapter is mostly them recalling everything. Ya don't get it? That's ok, you will. I'd like to introduce you to my new story, I Might Even Be a Rockstar. Also, my Jiley/Loliver forum. I think you all would like them!
Disclaimer: Story time! Ok, once there was a genie. He granted people any wish they want, except for the rights to TV shows! I know, what meany genie! But now I have a cupcake. Yum!
"I can't believe you two!" Randy, Jake's manager, yelled at the two teen celebrities sitting in front of him. He rubbed his temple in anger, and Robby continued.
"What could possibly posses you to do this?!"
"Daddy-" Miley, dressed as Hannah, tried but was cut short.
"No buts, Miles. I gave you my answer, and you go behind my back! How can I trust you after this?" He asked, disappointment seeping in every word uttered from his mustached mouth.
"I'm sorry. But, it's just…" She couldn't find a good enough reason for her actions.
"It was probably his idea." Robby pointed an accusing finger at Jake, who looked shamefully at his shoes. Randy looked at him in amazement, just not the good kind.
"Was it?" Jake didn't answer, causing him to groan loudly in frustration. "Jake, Jake, Jake! What are we going to do with you?! If your mother hears what you guys did, she'll have my head!"
"Look, it's late. We'll deal with this tomorrow. You two, go back to your beds. You have a long night tomorrow." Robby instructed and they shook their heads. "Goodnight."
"Night daddy." Miley said.
"Night sir." Jake said, wincing in fear at the look the larger man was giving him. On the way out, Roxy said threateningly, "I got my EYES on you. Roxy like a puma!" She put her index and middle finger up to her eyes, then turned them on him. A little screech escaped his lips and he hurried out the door after Miley.
"Can they really be that mad at us?" She asked earnestly as they walked to the elevator.
"Well, let's recap…"
Flashback:
"Alright, ready for your last lesson?" Miley asked Sunday as she walked into the room followed by an upset Jake.
"No." He answered sadly. She couldn't suppress the blush, but she rolled her eyes so as not to give him any ideas. She'd taken up a new tactic, playing hard to get. The air conditioner had been reinstalled two days ago, which was just one day after it had been mysteriously taken out.
She started walking to the other side of the room, Jake close behind, when they lost footing and… crash!
Miley felt her head hit the wall with a thud. A soft, "Ow" escaped her lips as she felt a bump starting to form. Good thing she brought some Advil. After assessing the damage, she couldn't help but feel some pressure on her torso. She looked down and spotted the zombie slayer on top of her, his arms holding him up so that he wouldn't squish her. 'Aww, he really does care.' She actually felt rather comfortable.
"Ugh, haven't the British ever heard of a wet floor sign?" Miley asked jokingly as she raised herself on her arms to check for one. His heart started racing as she got even closer to him.
"Seriously." He agreed, not wanting to point out anything. He was quite comfortable in that position. He pulled his eyes away from… other things and lifted them to meet hers. As if by some mysterious force, she felt her head start to pull forward, forgetting all previous thoughts of playing hard to get.
Her eyes fluttered closed, when she was brought out of her trance by the sound of a squeak. The door had opened to reveal Jason and Jared, gym bags slung over their shoulders and looking extremely smug. She immediately shoved Jake off her and smiled guiltily at them. Coming to, Jake glared pure hatred at his best friends.
"Uh, we were bored, so we followed you here…" Jason started, though he lost track of his sentence, which happens a lot, so Jared finished.
"Watch your lessons and rip on how ridiculous you look dancing. But maybe we should just go." He added, pointing his thumb at the main entrance/exit.
"No, stay. Just don't step over there. They just mopped and there wasn't a sign." Miley explained, gesturing at the wet spot and trying to convince them that nothing had happened, yet.
After lessons had ended, with lots of tension, Miley received a call. Checking caller ID, she saw it was Traci. She rolled her eyes. "What does she want? She knows I'm on tour!" She whined before opening the phone. "Hey Trace, what's up?"
"Hannah! Guess what. I'm hosting Ashley Tisdale's 22 birthday this Friday in Paris! I checked your tour schedule and saw that you don't have plans that night! Why don't you come?" Traci informed 'Hannah' in her nasally voice. Miley winced slightly.
"Well, I'll talk to my manager and get back to you." She said.
"Great! And don't forget to bring a date." That jaw-dropper was added right before the party queen hung up her phone.
"Who was that?" Jake asked curiously.
"Traci Vanhorn. She wants me to go to a party she's hosting this weekend, and I need a date." His head perked up at this. He put on his flirty half-smile and walked briskly over to where she stood frustrated and rubbing her temples.
"Well, I could be your date."
"Drama-boy say what?!"
"Well, it's either me, Jason" he gestured at the clueless boy who conveniently asked, "If one moose is a moose, are two meese? Or is it mooses?" Her lip curled in distaste. "Jared," who just happened to be nodding approvingly at two dancers that walked by. She shivered at the idea of him being Hannah's date. "Oliver," to which she immediately shook her head no. "or your brother." He concluded his list of guys she knew in Europe. "At least I've been to these things before." He pointed out, and she sighed reluctantly.
"Ok, will ya go with me?" She asked.
"Maybe. If you agree to it being a date." He finished, making sure there weren't any annoying loopholes this time.
"No way!"
"Have fun with Jared." He said and started to walk away.
"Wait!" She stopped him. He turned and walked back, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
"Yes?"
She sighed. "Will you be my date to Ashley Tisdale's birthday party on Friday?" He smirked.
"Only if you kiss me, on the lips." He was extra careful about adding the last part.
"Hey, Jared! What're ya doing Friday?!" As he turned to look at her questioningly, Jake held up his hands.
"Ok, ok! I'll be your date." He said. She smiled satisfactorily.
"Now to just ask my dad for permission."
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"Please daddy! I have to go! If not, I'll be the laughing stock of the celebrity world! I could just see the headlines now, 'Cowardly Hannah Hides from Birthday Bash!'" Miley said dramatically.
"Gee, lemme think about it, no!"
"But dad!"
"No buts, you need to take time for yourself." He said pointedly. She sighed angrily. As she walked to the elevator, Jake came out of his manager's room looking dejectedly at his shoes.
"No luck?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nope. You?"
"Nada. What do we do now?" She asked when they were in the elevator.
"We sneak out." He stated defiantly.
OMG! I just re-watched That's What Friends Are For? and I figured out why he just wanted to be friends. He came back because he was better at being normal, and wanted to win her over, again. Then he heard that she didn't want more drama, and chickened out. So he stuck with the 'Just Friends' bit, hoping to ease in from there! It fits!
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