Ok, so I'm doing this, and I just remembered that I have a chapter started on I Might Even Be a Rockstar! And, thanx to Taylor Swift, I have an inspiration! I love you Taylor! Also, thanx to HannahMontanaGilmoreGirlsFan, bellechat, aprilrainer15, hawaibabe, Xx. Tohru xXx Seraphina xX, Xxmaddy-sparx.xX, Ghostwriter626, BoredHPfan, EveryBookHasItsMiracle, and DRaGoN SLaYeR 4eva for reviewing! I'm glad so many people like it!

Disclaimer: Ok, so you people STILL don't believe that I don't own Hannah Montana?! Well, here's proof: If I owned Hannah Montana, I could afford to update faster! Plus, I'd make my life-long dream of being a famous actress come true. So, there's your proof. READ IT AND WEEP!

"See something ya like?" Jake asked flirtatiously to the brunette sitting in a chair by the pool, his back facing her. Even so, he could feel her gaze on his glistening body. He turned to face her, and barely caught the blush on her tanned face. A smirk played at his lips, causing her face to redden more.

After making sure that a serious look was stuck to her face, and her voice remained at a level tone, she answered, "Not particularly. Why?"

"One of these days Miley Stewart, you won't be able to resist my charm," he threatened her, his facing edging closer to hers.

Her stomach tightened, but her face stayed calm. "We'll see."

A fake-angry look started up on his face. "Well, with that attitude, I'm afraid I have no choice." He reached over and picked her up, walking towards the pool.

"No, no, Jake, don't you dare!" she said, starting out shocked and ending up at screaming.

Something about her tone shook him, and despite the joy he knew he'd get from seeing her wet, he set her on the ground.

It took a moment for her brain to register, or for it to want to register, his surrender and unlock her arms from around his neck.

Puzzled, she looked up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Well," she hesitated, looking around for any prying ears, "the truth is, I can't swim," she admitted, looking at her feet in shame.

"And you've been living in Malibu how long?" he asked, making no attempt to hide his surprise.

"It just never interested me," she defended.

"Well, I could teach you," he offered.

'Hm, swimming with a top-less, ripped Jake, in a pool, in a foreign country. This can't be good.' She concluded in her mind.

Not to mention we're also in a bikini.

'Glad to know you decided to show up' she told the voice sarcastically.

"Come on, it'll be easy."

"Alright, if it'll get you to shut up."

In his head, his conscience was throwing a party bigger then the Oscars.

(Here's where, if this were a movie, the song Island in the Sun by Weezer would start playing and there would be no talking; just hand signals and some lip reading. But, unfortunately, my intelligence has yet to be discovered by any major producer. So, until this is a movie, and mark my words someday it will be, we're stuck with listening to them talk. But feel free to play the song in the background!)

"Ok, so the first thing you wanna do is take a deep breathe and lift up your feet," he instructed. She hesitated, but obliged.

After a moment he told her she could stop. "What was that for anyway?"

"To see if you float. And, as I guessed, you do!" he explained, managing to fit some flirting in.

"Kay, now what?"

"Lie on your back and float."

"What if I sink?!"

"We just tested that. You float," he reminded, finding her childish worries yet another thing cute about her.

Reluctantly, Miley submerged lower in the water and lifted her feet off the pool floor. She was amazed to find herself in a full-out laying position.

"Now stretch your arms backwards and push while kicking your legs." Again she did as she was told and felt herself moving backwards.

"Oh my God, I'm doing it!" she proclaimed excitedly. He smiled at her giddiness.

"Good job. Now do the same thing, only on your stomach. And stretch your arms out in front of you." He motioned his arms as an example.

She did so, and swam all the way to the end of the pool and back. When she got there, she immediately flung her arms around Jake.

At their skin contact, he felt his swim trunks tighten. Knowing that would be incredibly embarrassing, he moved one arm behind her legs and lifted her up. She was surprised, but didn't protest as he took her to the deep end and dropped her in.

As she practiced swimming underwater, he blew out a sigh of relief. She hadn't felt a thing, hopefully. He was starting to wish that the water was a lot colder.

Later that night, and after his cold shower, the seven of them were in Jake's room, hanging out and talking about random things. Lilly and Miley were over in a corner, reading a magazine. Lilly saw a quiz and a mischievous sense overcame her.

"Hey Miley, check this out," she said, pointing to the quiz.

"What Are You Looking For in a Guy? So?"

"Here, I'll give it to you. Question one, would you date a guy that wears skinny jeans?"

"No. Those things are ugly on guys," Miley commented, a disgusted look on her face.

"Question two, do you prefer boys with shaggy hair or short?"

"Shaggy."

"Question three, pick a look: layered, skater, or preppy?"

"Layered."

"Do you want a guy to be muscular?"

"That's a dumb question, of course," she answered like it was obvious.

"If you were going out with a guy, where should he take you?"

"Someplace romantic, but simple. Like, picnic, or a walk someplace quiet."

"Ok, that's it." For a while, the two girls hung back and watched the guys playing video games. Then, Lilly decided it was time to put her next part of the quiz into action.

She walked over to Jake and said, "Hey Jake, I found this quiz that would be perfect for you."

Miley, immediately catching on, ran over and said, "No she didn't!" Lilly would think it was because she was afraid of hearing that she and Jake are a match. In reality, however, it was because she was afraid that it would say they weren't.

Confused, he turned to the blonde and said, "Shoot."

"Question one, would you even wear skinny jeans?"

"Heck no! Those things are creepy!" Miley inwardly breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Question two, if you could get a haircut any way you want, would you keep it long or get it short?"

"Keep it long. I look best this way," he said, winking at Miley and giving her the finger point. She rolled her eyes, but was glad he was two for two.

Two more questions later and so far Jake had matched her perfectly. It was all down to question five. "When you take a girl out on a date, where do you like to take them?"

"Someplace quiet and romantic, where the paparazzi won't be," he answered, sounding like he'd put a lot of thought into the matter.

Miley forced out a groan that she was afraid would sound more like a cheer. She and Jake had scored perfectly!

"You're a match," Lilly told him brightly. This puzzled the actor.

"To what?"

"Miley." Miley's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Lilly to tell him that! That was the penalty of not informing her on the 'hard to get' plan.

He turned to look at the perplexed brunette, smirking. "Ya hear that Miley? We matched."

"I know, sad isn't it? I'm going to bed. You should to. We have that rehearsal tomorrow, and you don't wanna be tired."

She walked of the room and down the hall, humming a song she'd heard on the radio a few nights back that she was planning on having Hannah remake.

The little voice was singing it. 'All this time I was looking for love, trying to make things work that weren't good enough'

That'll sound great when I remake it.

Ok, so bad ending. But, I mean, it's not short. And next we're FINALLY getting to the wedding. Big surprise next chapter. Everyone's gonna love me!

Wendy:)(: