Alright everyone, this is the last chapter in their flashback. Forgotten, haven't you? I betcha did! These upcoming chapters have lots of songs in them, which I don't own, and I'm not putting the lyrics in. They're boring, never read, and they make the chapter seem falsely longer than they are/ Plus, with lyrics, you can never edit anything once it's in your profile! Or at least, I can't.

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Disclaimer: Have any of you seen the headline: New Owner of Hannah Montana is a Thirteen-Year-Old from an Unknown Suburb in Minnesota! Me neither.

Miley dragged Jake in from outside before he could answer any questions; who knows what rumors would get started then?!

"Whoa, tight club." He commented, nodding his head in an approving way. He looked over at the, very large, buffet table. "Sweet, hot French babes!" He started to walk over, which flared up a new emotion in Miley.

She reached for his collar and pulled him back to her side. "Uh-uh, you're MY date!" She said, then slapped her self internally. 'What happened to herd-to-get?!'

'That left the moment you agreed to be his date to this thing.'

'He thinks it was just to get out!' she reminded the voice, which now sounded uncannily like her own.

'Sure.'

"Jealous much, Hannah." He asked, and she could here the smirk in his voice as she looked around for Traci.

"I'm not jealous. It's a fact." She responded too quickly, trying not to stutter. "If you go flirting around with other girls while you're here with me, people will talk. But, if you wanna damage your career, be my guest." She let go of him. "Actually, I could play the sympathy card and boost mine!" She added as an after-thought.

"I get it." He said, fixing his shirt; self-satisfied that his little proclamation about the girls worked. He had no real intention of flirting with, or even meeting, them.

Suddenly, a nasally voice from behind them said, "Hannah!"

Cringing slightly, Miley turned around to face, "Traci!" They did the celebrity air-kisses.

"Can you believe it? Brie Larson couldn't come because her parents said she needed to relax." Traci gossiped, looking disgusted.

At the name of his former costar, Jake turned around. "Aww, Brie's not here?! I needed to ask her what her new cell phone number is. She changed and didn't bother to inform me about it!" He complained about his on-screen stepsister. When he noticed Traci's look, he added, "Jake Ryan, by the way." And held out his hand.

As soon as she heard his name, Traci shook it and said, "Traci Vanhorn. Charmed, I'm sure."

"Yeah, you probably are. Tends to happen when people first meet me." He commented and Miley rolled her eyes at the cockiness.

"Yes, well, lots of other people to greet. Asta le pasta!" She said, waving at Hannah.

"Geez, I can't believe how much ego they manage to fit in here." Miley commented.

"I know. Look at Dicaprio over there; yucking it up because he was in some major movie." Jake said, looking and sounding disgusted.

"First, that was the Titanic! And I was talking about you and Traci; but you have a point. Leo is looking pretty big-headed."

"Oh, you are not always little miss level-headed, ok?"

"At least I'm not always big-headed." She shot back.

They spent some time making it known that they were there, without it being too obvious. That is, until Traci got up on stage and made a big announcement.

"What do you wanna do?" Lilly asked ten minutes after Jake and Miley left. She was laying on her own bed, Oliver on the floor in front of it, and Jackson on Miley's, all watching an episode of Nick Pacific in French, something none of them spoke.

"Why don't we play that game on the Wii, where you pretend you're Hannah Montana on a world tour." Jackson offered mischievously.

"I don't like that game. All of our characters look, sound, and act weird." Oliver said with a distasteful look. "Let's order room-service!" He suggested, already reaching for the menu!

"Can you ever think of anything besides food?!" Lilly asked, looking grossed out. Suddenly, she got an idea. "Hang on a minute." She pulled out her phone and scrolled down to a number she'd copied out of Miley's phone.

"Hey Trace, it's Lola!" She said. "I have an idea to make your party more interesting."

"As a special treat for Ashley, Hannah Montana is gonna sing a few songs for us!" She announced, encouraging the applause with her own. Miley's face fell. Something smelled like Lilly.

Jake nudged her forward. She walked to the stage, where she was handed a microphone. "What am I singing?!" She whispered to Traci.

"Just look at that screen." She pointed to a large TV hanging from the ceiling. "Good luck."

Music started, and lyrics appeared on the screen. She started to sing.

Don't go jumping to conclusions

Throw me into your confusion

Cause you know that you're intruding

So back off for a while

She knew this to be Jordan Pruitt's song, which the album was named after, No Ordinary Girl. This was definitely Lilly's work. She was probably back in the room, laughing it up as she watched this on the TV.

She sang the rest of the song, but was stopped as she made to go off the stage. "You have three more." Traci informed.

Looking annoyed, Miley started the next song.

You are fine

You are sweet

But I'm still a bit naïve

With my heart

When you're close

I don't breathe

I can't find the words to speak

I feel sparks

Jake smirked satisfactorily as she looked over at him, but gave her an 'are you serious?' look at the next lines. The song continued, and she realized what Lilly had done. This was her way of forcing Miley to explain her feelings to Jake. She smiled a little at Lilly's care.

The next song started, and she smiled. It just so happened to be by the artist they had been talking about earlier. And from the same movie Jake had been mentioning.

From the beginning

I was wishing

That our first impressions wouldn't last

Jake smiled, obviously recognizing the song.

But then you came to me with something

That was nothing

And you kept coming back

Boy you kept coming back

Jake realized how true the next line was, and was happy with the looks she gave him throughout the song. The next one started and Miley nearly laughed at what it was. Hilary Duff's song, Little Voice. How true.

She sang it and then walked off stage, but not before whispering her own idea to Traci. "Ooh, we've just had a request. Who wants to hear the Gladiators come on up and sing?" Jake had been publicizing his band for a while, so everyone knew who the group was and were eager to hear what they had.

Jake, Jason, and Jared, who had also snuck out, walked up to the stage and set up their instruments.

They sang three of their songs that weren't gonna be played at the wedding reception the following weekend. Just The Girl, Catch Your Wave, and Get a Clue. Miley smiled from her booth seat, knowing that he'd more than likely written them for her.

They left soon after the songs, and arrived back at the hotel in their disguises. As soon as they saw who was waiting to greet them, though, their hearts fell.

"So, I'd say, yes, they can be that mad." Jake concluded as they stepped out of the elevator and onto the sixth floor. They walked slowly, so they could continue they're conversation.

"I guess." Both realizing they'd reached they're rooms, she added, "And even though I'll more than likely be grounded for the rest of the summer when I get home, thanks. I had fun." She admitted and smiled at him.

His eye sparkled, overwhelmed with joy that he could make her happy. Right then and there, he vowed to take every possible chance to see that smile again. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

His green eyes wandered to her lips, and he absently licked his own. She noticed this, and kinda hoped she knew what was coming. But for once in his life, Jake Ryan was scared. So, as they were leaning in, he made a swift movement and pulled her into a hug.

She half-heartedly hugged back, disappointed at his lack of courage. They pulled out and smiled slightly. "Night." He waved and walked across the hall to his room.

As soon as he was inside, she groaned. As she opened her door, three figures fell out on top of eachother, unfortunately the oldest on the top.

"Why'd it get so quiet?! Did you two kiss?!" Lilly asked, crawling out from the bottom of the pile and wiping off her shirt.

"No, we didn't." She answered, smiling at the fact that she made Jake Ryan nervous. One of the hottest teen celebrities was wrapped around her finger, something she should have realized sooner.

"Then what was the quiet?!" Oliver asked, standing up.

"Why were you listening?" She shot back.

"We weren't!" Jackson tried. Lilly rolled her eyes.

"She caught us, dummy!"

"Well, I'm your big brother and I was feeling over-protective." He said, puffing out his chest in tough way.

"Yeah right. You were just trying to get something on me so that next time dad catches you doing something bad, you can pull it out."

"Me?!" He held his hands to his chest in an offended way.

Ok, this one was A LOT easier than the last one. Don't ask why, it just was. I mean, it took me only, like, three hours! Whereas on You're Out of Chances, it took a half a day! And this is over twice as long! Please review!

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