Hola mi amigos! So, as you've probably realized, my poll's over and I've posted the new story. Or stories. Just check em out after this!
Disclaimer: So, yeah, I found this place where you can call and audition for TV shows. A girl from Minneapolis won a part on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody! Unfortunately, they said nothing about getting the rights to a show, so no luck yet!
"Got any threes?" Miley asked as she lay on her hotel bed. She'd realized something very important after that party; being grounded was a bore.
"Not yet." Jake answered, getting slightly annoyed that she was asking for the same card every time. She huffed and picked up a new card. "Got any fours?" He asked looking rather hopeful.
"Nope." He slumped his shoulders and stretched his hand towards the deck. And this is how they'd spent their last three nights. Robby Ray, Oliver, and Jackson walked in.
"Yo, Lilly, ready to go?!" Oliver shouted.
"Have fun tonight. Without us. We'll just be here. All bored. And alone." Miley ranted on, trying to guilt her father into letting her go sight seeing.
"Nice try. But you brought this on yourself." He reminded. Suddenly, they all gave Oliver strange looks as his eyes bugged out.
They turned to what had grabbed his attention, and stared. For there stood Lilly, in a jean skirt that was just above the half-way point between her knee and hip, and a red halter top. Her hair was parted to the side and she had on lipstick, not gloss.
Red heart earrings occupied her earlobes, along with a matching necklace that went and inch past her collarbone. She had a thick, red bangle on her right wrist. Her shoes were red pierce polka dot flip-flops.
"Wow, Lilly, what's the occasion?" Miley asked, climbing off the bed and going over to her best friend to examine the outfit more closely.
"Well, we're in Paris, which means there are boys here that don't know my normal style. I can flirt all I want!" The two girls failed to notice Oliver's jealous exterior.
"Aw, I'm so proud of you!" Miley gushed, pretending to wipe away a tear. "I just wish I could go with you." She turned a puppy-dog look on her father. Though, she heard that her real mission had succeeded. A low grumbling sound came from Jake's direction and she inwardly smiled.
"That's not helping your case, bud." He answered her look jokingly. "Oh, come on now! You're gonna have a great time here with Jake," she got butterflies in her stomach, anticipating what might happen. That is, until her father finished his sentence. "and Roxy."
Not wanting to blow her cover, for her plan with Jake was still hard to get, she said, "Ok daddy. You're right. I deserve to be punished, and I'm sorry for going against your rules. I love you." She stuck out her bottom lip very lightly and gave him a sad look. She could see guilt rising in his gaze. 'Perfect!'
The three of them left and Roxy entered. Just as Miley was about to rejoin Jake on her bed, (not trying to imply anything) Roxy pulled her onto Lilly's bed and sat down right next to her.
"Well, let's see if there's any Tay Diggs movies!" The bodyguard said, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels.
Two hours later, Jake had fallen asleep and Miley was almost there. Whenever Roxy babysat her, she was forced to watch the same three movies. This was one of them. Suddenly she remembered a flyer she'd seen earlier and nearly kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner.
"Hey Roxy, you know there's a Hollywood party being held in this lobby?" Miley questioned.
"Really?!" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to mask her excitement.
"Mm-hmm. And I heard that Tay Diggs is gonna be there. In fact, he might already be there."
"Now wait a minute! I know what you're trying to do, and it aint working. My job is to stay here and make sure you two don't sneak off again!" She explained sternly.
"But, you'd be in the lobby, the only exit-entrance. And he's fast asleep." However, Roxy had woken him up. Miley quickly gestured him to close his eyes and snore. He obliged.
"Well, what if he wakes up? How do I know he won't try anything?"
"Watch this." Miley walked over to her bed and started jumping violently, screaming, "WAKE UP!" Jake's response was typical, "Five more minutes mom." And he turned over.
"Well ok. But I'm only going for a couple minutes." Roxy assured, getting off the bed and walking out the door.
"I thought she'd never leave." Miley said exasperatedly. Jake opened his eyes and sat up.
"I know! That movie is so old!"
"You just don't like it cause you aint in it." she said knowingly. He pointed his finger at her to object, then shrugged in defeat. "We should co-write a song." She randomly suggested.
"Ok." They grabbed a pen, notebook, and guitars. For the hour-and-a-half that followed, the two proceeded to write a song that ironically turned out as a kind of love song.
"And now I'm bored." Miley stated a little bit after the completion of their song. Roxy was still gone, surprise.
"Well, I have a few ideas of what we could do." He wiggled his eyebrows, hoping she'd catch his implications.
"No." She shot him down, but the corners of her mouth tilted upward and her face turned a little red; something he hadn't failed to notice.
"What, you're not gonna roll your eyes?" He asked curiously.
"I've kinda gotten used to you by now." She explained. He was struck with an idea.
"Well, ya know, we never really went over slow dancing."
"We won't need it." She responded like it was obvious.
"Well, what if they wanna do a slow song that we don't know and they play it over the radio or have a different artist sing it?"
"Ok, ok. We can practice slow dancing." She knew that learning wasn't his true intention. He just wanted an excuse to hold her waist and force her to wrap her hands around his neck. Her face reddened more.
They went outside on the balcony where she set up her iPod on her iHome and started a song that was relatively slow. Vanessa Carlton's new song, Hands On Me. As they started to sway with the music, there was something she pointed out to Jake.
"You seem to be pretty good to me."
"Well we might as well finish the song." She shook her head slightly as he twirled her. She sang along with the chorus, the only part she knew so far.
We crossed the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me,
Just put your hands on me
He smirked at her, and she smiled, he noticed, flirtatiously at her. The song started to end, and the two teens felt themselves pulling forward. 'No chickening out this time! Just kiss her!'
'I think he's gonna do it!' Miley thought excitedly in her head. However, just as he was about to close the gap, the room door opened. "Boy that was some party! Miley, Jake?"
They're eyes opened quickly. "Roxy!" They both whisper/yelled. Grabbing the nearest excuse she could find the two of them sat down in the hammock. Roxy walked out.
"Got any threes?" Miley asked Jake, looking at her cards and seeing the number once again her hands.
He sighed with his annoyed tone. "Go fish."
Alright, so this chapter kinda just came to me. Please review! Next one will be better, promise!
Love Wendy:)(: