Ok, so this story is what motivated me to update Best of Friends. Thank this story by reviewing it! Please? Oh, and I changed my mind on their location, AGAIN! They were just in Spain, and then like, in between chapter 16 and 17 went to Paris. This is my final choice.

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I swear, these thank yous take twenty minutes WITHOUT personal messages!

Disclaimer: I'm getting two new pairs of shoes this weekend! Where, you ask? I'll tell you. The only major tourist attraction for celebrities besides our state fair; THE MALL OF AMERICA! How jealous are all of you?! I can almost see all your eyes flash green. But don't worry, here's something you can't be jealous of: me not owning the rights to Hannah Montana. Unless you own the rights, and hate the show, and are jealous that I don't have the burden of one of the most popular TV shows in the world. But how likely is that?

BANG, BANG, BANG! Jake slowly pulled himself out of his dream of Miley in- never mind. The point is, he was ticked. Who would dare wake him from his dreams of the most perfect girl he'd ever met?!

As he got up and went to the door, ignoring the fact that he was in nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts, he felt like he'd just gotten kicked in the gut when the answer to his question stood before him in a tank-top and boxer-shorts; sniffling and rubbing a red, puffy eye.

As soon as the door was open, she bolted into his arm, not caring that her head was resting on a bare, muscular chest. Regaining his composure, Jake patted her back, rubbing it soothingly. If it weren't for her state, he would've pinched himself hard to make sure it wasn't some sort of wonderful dream; the girl of his dreams wrapped up in his arms.

"Miley, what's wrong?" He asked, true, genuine concern seeping through his voice. He led her over to his bed; in his one-person room thank the Lord.

"I had a bad dream, and Lilly sleeps like a rock." She explained. It took all his acting power not to laugh. However, when she smiled a little, he let out the slightest chuckle.

"What was the dream about?" He asked curiously, not wanting to sound too forceful and upset her further.

"My mom." She answered in a tiny voice. He pulled her tighter against his chest and stroked her hair. Not even trying to make a move, he kissed the top of her brown waves. "In the dream, the man that killed her came back and got my dad, then Jackson, and then came back for me." She explained.

"Your mom was killed?" He asked incredulously. She nodded into his neck, her arms wrapped securely around his neck as she held back the tears. Again he kissed her head.

"It was an accident. She was walking home from the grocery store; it was a beautiful night and she didn't want to drive a few blocks. Well anyway, she was walking past this bar when a man ran out of it, straight past her. A second man waddled out, clearly drunk, and shot after the first. Well, since he was drunk, his aim was off. It hit my mom just below the collar bone. She died on her way to the hospital."

He stared, awestruck, at the girl in his lap. "You- You have it so detailed." He noted.

She looked at the bedspread, feeling a little guilty about the next part. "The other night wasn't the first time I'd snuck out. I followed her to the store. The store was just a block away from the bar. She hadn't even gotten there. My dad was worried sick about me."

At a loss for words, the movie star continued rubbing her back and lying soft kisses on the top of her head. Silent tears started rolling down her cheeks. Taking his pointer finger, he lifted her chin up. Gently caressing her cheek, he moved his thumb under her eye.

He put that arm back around her waist and repeated his actions with his right hand to her left cheek. She smiled sadly at his gently actions. Sensitive Jake was a new thing to her. He was oddly refreshing.

"Why would you think he'd come after your family? It was his fault."

"Well, ya see, my dad was the main witness in the trial, and he'd sued." She informed. An understanding look crossed over his face. A comfortable silence surrounded the teens.

Twenty minutes later, Miley had nuzzled her head up into the crook of his neck, and he scooted them back so he was leaning against his pillow.

Before her brain could process the words, Miley asked, "Can I stay here tonight?"

This question surprised him. Normally she was so opposed to him. Then suddenly…? Wow. "Uh, sure. Of course." He answered like he was shocked she was even asking.

"Thanks." As she laid her head back down on his chest, Jake saw Miley in a whole different light. She wasn't the strong, independent, sassy girl he knew. But instead, a small girl looking for protection in a trustworthy friend.

The way the moonlight from the window hit her face as she drifted off to sleep just made her look more small and innocent. He slid lower on the bed so he was in a downward position, being careful not to wake Miley from her doze. She was lying directly on top of him.

As some sort of instinct, he reached his hand out and stroked her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, and it was hard to tell if she knew it or not. He continued to rub her face, at one point brushing a stray lock of chocolate brown hair back behind her ear. He figured she had to be asleep, otherwise she'd have stopped him by now.

On the contrary, Miley was fully aware of Jake's actions. She just prayed to God he thought she was asleep. If he knew she was awake, her whole 'play hard to get' plan was down the toilet.

As she lay there, she realized the only thing keeping her from sleep was the new feeling of Jake's six-pack. After nearly a half hour of concentrating on it, she felt herself drifting off. 'Once you get used to them, Jake's abs are actually quite comfort- comfor- comf-.' Not being able to finish her train of thought (comfortable!), sleep consumed her.

Jake felt her breathing lighten, assuring him that she was sleeping. It wasn't too long until the same thing happened to him. The two teen idols slept peacefully, each relaxed by the feeling of the other.

The next morning, Lilly woke up bright and early at 8:30AM. She looked over to her friend's bed, only to see it empty. Puzzled, the blonde called Oliver. After a couple minutes of waiting for him to get up the elevator and to her room, a loud screech came from outside her door.

Without even looking, she opened the door for a trembling Oliver, who darted into the room. "What was that about?" Lilly asked, giggling slightly at his pathetic state.

"I accidentally knocked on an old lady's door. She hit me with a broom!" Lilly covered her mouth to try and hide her laughter. She failed miserably. "Yeah, haha, funny. So what's up?"

Lilly came back to her urgency. "Right, uh, Miley's been kidnapped!" She said frantically, gesturing to Beary sitting alone on the bed.

"Calm down. She probably just went to get breakfast." He assured.

"But she NEVER gets up this early!"

"Well, maybe an empty stomach woke her up. That's what happens to me." At her disbelieving look, he added, "Try calling her cell phone." The blonde pulled out her phone and pressed Miley's number.

Just as her phone started ringing, True Friend started playing from the nightstand in between the two beds. Slowly, Lilly grabbed Miley's phone from the shelf and handed it to Oliver.

Tentatively, he opened the phone and held it to the side of his head. "Hello?" He asked, a scared expression played out on his face.

"SHE'S NOT HERE!" The blonde shouted at the wincing boy through the phone before shutting it. "Any other brilliant ideas?!" She asked. A thoughtful expression replaced the pained one on his face.

He's my best friend

Best of all best friends

Do you have a best friend too?

Miley was pulled from her sleep by the strange, still goofy, song. Not opening her eyes, she reached over to the nightstand, which had apparently switched places during the night, and grabbed the cell phone.

She opened it and pressed it to the side of her head. "Jake, oh my God, Miley's missing!"

"Lilly?" Miley asked groggily, wondering why her best friend was calling her when they were right next to eachother. Wait, missing?!

"Miley? Why are you on Jake's phone?!" At this question, Miley's eyes opened and she saw that she was lying directly on top of her secret crush, and that the phone she was holding to her ear was his.

"Uh…" As she failed to come up with an excuse, Miley couldn't help but wonder why she was there. After a moment of thinking, the memory of the previous night replayed in her head.

After Jake had left her hotel room when the sight-seers had returned, she'd gone to sleep and had a nightmare about her mom and had come over to Jake for comfort.

"I'll tell ya when I get back." She said into the phone. "Bye." She closed the phone before the blonde could retort.

Now fully awake, Miley was able to take in her full surroundings. Like Jake's muscles, which were even harder then they looked. His right hand was on her waist, and his left was on her hip. She was still lying on her side, and her hands rested gently on his bare chest. Slowly, it rose and descended. As it did so, Miley couldn't help but notice how firm it was.

"Jake" she whispered softly. His only response was turning his head and grunting slightly. She glared a little, not one to be ignored so early in the morning. "Jake" she tried again, pushing on his chest. "Wake up!" she was still whispering, just using a harsh tone.

His eyes slowly opened. At first he looked shocked to see her there. But, unlike her, his brain registered the previous night within a few seconds.

"How ya feeling?" He asked. She smiled at his concern.

"Better. Thanks." She became self-conscious, realizing that she had on no make up and her hair was probably a mess.

As she reached up to feel it, he grabbed her hand. "Leave it. You look amazing." He said with such sincerity that she couldn't help but smile.

"Really?" She questioned doubtfully.

"Of course." A deep blush made its way up to her face. He stroked her reddened cheek for a moment. "Hey, did my phone go off?" He asked suddenly.

"Oh crap. Yeah, it was Lilly calling to see if you'd seen me. I'm not usually gone by this time in the morning. I should go." She said, getting up and walking towards the door.

Jake followed. "And, thank you Jake. Who knew behind your hormonal brain there was really a sensitive side?" He smirked modestly.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He commented.

"That's how I meant it." She said before walking out the door and across the hall to her room.

When she knocked, the door immediately opened and the brunette was pulled into her best friend's death grip. "I was worried sick about you! Please tell e you're still a virgin!" Lilly shouted after the door was closed.

"Of course!" Miley managed to choke out. "I had that bad dream, and you sleep worse then someone with a hangover!" Lilly looked at the ground guiltily. "Jake was the nearest one to comfort me."

"And you just had to spend the night?" Oliver butted in.

"Well, I was scared. See it was more about the guy that killed my mom, coming back for everyone else that I love. I was scared, and I felt safe in Jake's- company." She stopped herself from saying arms, knowing they'd freak out more with a billion questions.

"Company?" Lilly asked skeptically. Miley nodded, grabbing an outfit and heading into the bathroom to take a shower. Her two friends glanced at eachother, each with a disbelieving look.

Ok, so that was kinda long. And the next few will be too. I have absolutely NO writer's block for this story, so after Best of Friends, expect this to be updated a day or two later.

Also, I need ideas for I Might Even Be a Rockstar! Here are some topics for helping:

Lolilver

Play rehearsals

The episode premiere and people's reactions

Jake and Miley getting closer

I'd prefer if the ideas didn't involve kissing. I'll tell you all when I need help with that. But please help!

Luve Wendy:)(: