So, I was hoping for a better response. I mean, people were begging me to get them together, I did, and then hardly anything! Seriously people, make up your minds!
Miley sat in her plane chair listening to her iPod and staring out the window. It had been almost a whole week since the kiss. Almost a whole, busy week.
Due to the wedding, and rehearsing for said wedding, they'd had to push back a lot of her things. CD signings, concerts, everything! It all had to be pushed back and crammed into five days. And in those five days she'd probably had a total of three seconds to think about the kiss.
About two minutes after it happened-two silent minutes-Lilly had called to inform them that the limo had arrived. They walked back hand-in-hand, and that was the last time she'd really seen Jake.
Yeah, he'd been around, but she barely had time to look at him, let alone talk to him. She felt bad, but knew she couldn't blame herself. Technically, her dad's the one that planned everything.
Lilly didn't even know about the kiss yet. Or at least, that's what she thought. When they sat down on the plane, Lilly had immediately began whisper-yelling in excitement.
"Ok, I didn't wanna bug you cause I know you've been busy, but OH MY GOD you and Jake kissed twice?!"
"How'd you know?" Miley asked, lip curled in confusion. She looked around making sure no one else heard. And by no one else, she meant the Zombie Slayer himself, who happened to be seated in the aisle directly across from them. And Lilly just 'happened' to snag the window seat. And in First Class, there were only two seats per row.
"Jason and Jared, duh! Plus you looked WAY too happy after your walk. Now tell me, how was it?!"
"Amazing," Miley gushed, a dreamy look over-coming her face, absently twirling a piece of her hair in her finger.
"Who kissed who?!"
"He kissed me!" Lilly looked shocked. "Yeah, and it was in the middle of my sentence; completely blew me away!"
"And you're sure this was Jake?" Lilly asked suspiciously.
"Yeah." A thoughtful look appeared on the brunette's face for a moment. She brought her finger to her chin in a silent debate. "Yeah, I'm positive," she decided with a finalizing nod.
"Wow. I'm stunned," Lilly announced.
"I was too."
"You girls wouldn't happen to be talking about me now, would you?" Jake asked and Miley turned around to see his head leaning over the aisle. His lips held a smirk, and she knew right there that he'd heard it all. Not that it really mattered. All she was focused on was his mouth, which was approximately two inches away. She stumbled over the right words for her response.
"Not everything's about you, Jake," Miley reminded, avoiding his question.
"No, but your conversation was, wasn't it?" he asked knowingly.
Miley looked at a loss for words, and was eternally grateful when the pilot's voice came on announcing that they'd be taking off shortly and to store electronics. Jake moved back into a sitting position, but kept his eyes on Miley. She innocently went about putting away her things.
Now, an hour later, a folded up piece of paper landed on her tray-table. She glanced down at it quizzically for a moment, before looking over at Jake, who was staring at his iPod screen as if he hadn't done anything.
Still puzzled, she unfolded the paper and read it.
Will you go out with me tonight? Jake
She half smiled at it while she dug around for a pen.
I dunno. I think I have to file my nails tonight.
She nearly laughed at his expression when he read it. She quickly turned away before he saw her smile. But she must not have been quick enough.
Haha, funny. I'll pick you up at 7. No excuses.
She was liking his whole 'take charge' attitude.
(sighs) I spose.
She tossed it back, and then turned her attention back on her iPod.
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"Dudes, what do I wear?! I don't wanna look desperate,-"
"Too late," Jared mumbled, interrupting Jake's rant. He glared.
"Anyway, what about this?" he asked, holding up a white tee with blue waves and a red surf board with the word Hollister written next to it.
"Well, that looks like you're not trying hard enough," Jason answered disappointedly.
"I wasn't done. With these jeans," he lay down a faded pair of denim jeans, "and this shirt." It was red with small white and dark blue stripes. There was a pocket below the left shoulder, and a red gull was stitched into it. THe sleeves were rolled up to elbow length.
"Why'd you ask for our help? That looks nice," Jason complimented, patting Jake's back.
"Thanks." He went into the bathroom and changed.
They had arrived in Rome that afternoon, and had to check into the hotel and junk. Their manager got the boys a room just down the hall from Miley and Lilly's. Jake, Jason, and Jared had been in there since.
Jake came out with one red converse shoe on, and the other in his hand. But he didn't appear to notice that, for he asked, "Where's my other shoe?! I know I had it with me, but I just can't seem to-"
"Dude," Jared pointed at Jake's left hand. Confused, he turned his head, His face turned red.
"Thanks," he muttered, sitting on his bed and lacing it up. He got up and began digging through his suitcase until he found what he was looking for. The final touches to his attire.
A brown, leather necklace with a coin pendent (that looked like two), a leather braided bracelet with a coin closure, and lastly, he sprayed on some Jake cologne. He tells people it was named after him, even if he wasn't sure himself.
"I wonder if Miley's having the same problem that you just did," Jason voiced thoughtfully. Jake gave him a skeptical look.
"Miley? Please. A) She's Hannah Montana AND a girl. She probably has a billion nice clothes with her. And B) She knows how much I like her. It wouldn't matter what she wore."
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"Lilly, I have nothing to wear!" Miley complained, coming out of the bathroom still in her travel clothes.
"Miley, how can you not have anything to wear? You're Hannah Montana!" Oliver wondered, taking his focus momentarily off of Guitar Hero 3. She ignored him, and began throwing clothes out of the drawer and suitcase. A top landed on Jackson's head, and he looked bitterly up at the offending piece of clothing.
"Well, what about this? This is nice," he offered, removing the white, sparkly top from his head and holding it out for Miley to see. She looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Jackson, I wore that for my concert on Tuesday, hello!" He mouthed the letters 'O-K' sarcastically and set the top down on the bed. "Its gotta be something from the drawers. The things in the suitcase have been worn already," Miley decided now digging around in the oak dresser.
"Haven't you worn pretty much everything?" Oliver asked as he held an extremely long note on his game. She aimed her look the told of stupidity at him this time.
"Like you said, I'm Hannah Montana!" she reminded. "The outfit has to be sexy, but not slutty," she explained, throwing a top that showed too much cleavage. It was too hot outside to wear a jacket over it.
"Yeah, and it has to look like you put an effort into it, but you can't seem desperate," Lilly added, joining Miley in her search. Oliver rolled his eyes.
"Chicks," he mumbled.
"It doesn't matter what you wear, just as long as you're going out with him," Jackson reminded.
"I still wanna look nice!"
Oliver came over and grabbed a random skirt. "Ok, so how's this one." Too bad he didn't realize it was from the suitcase.
"Oliver, I wore that last night! Where have you two been?!" Miley snapped, rolling her eyes and proceeding with her foraging.
"He was flirting with some French girls, whose fathers worked backstage," Lilly explained, and Miley didn't fail to notice her bitter tone. Luckily, Oliver, clueless as ever, paid no attention as he went back to his game. "And I dunno about Jackson," the blonde added.
Lilly grabbed out a pair of dark skinny jeans. "Ooh, how bout these?"
"Lilly, you're a genius!" Miley squealed, quickly hugging her best friend before running off to the bathroom with the jeans in hand.
She came out two minutes later, and tossed her shorts into the suitcase. She saw what was in Lilly's hands and nearly died of happiness.
"Lilly, that is PERFECT!" This hug lasted much longer. She ran back into the bathroom with the red polyester tank top and a pair of matching peep-toe pumps. She called Lilly in to look at accessories.
"So what was with your tone a moment ago?" Miley asked curiously as soon as the door was shut behind them.
"What tone?" Lilly asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Come on Lilly!" Miley then proceeded to mimic her best friend in a much more angry tone.
"Ok, if I tell you, you can't freak out. Promise?"
"I promise, I promise! Now spill!"
"I think I may have a thing for Oliver," Lilly whispered.
"Eww, our Oliver?!"
"This would be you freaking out," Lilly pointed out though not surprised.
"Sorry, but, why? I mean, how?"
"I don't know. I just get these angry feelings when he flirts with other girls," she admitted. "I can't even explain it."
"Jealousy. You get jealous," Miley explained while putting on a shade of red lipgloss that had a little bit of a sparkle to it. She rubbed her lips together so it evened out. She continued to apply make up while still listening and contributing to Lilly's problems.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was Jake early, Miley rushed Lilly out there to stall while she quickly looked over her jewelry. The blonde came back in a moment later.
"It was just your dad. He must've found out about your date, since he claimed he was only here to see if we needed anything."
"Ok, so back to Oliver." And Lilly continued on with her rant while Miley went about styling her hair. It's amazing how girl can multitask these sorts of things, when guys can't even keep up with one simple conversation not about food or girls.
There was another knock. And this time it could only be one person. Miley and Lilly's eyes went wide as they heard Oliver shout, "I'll get it!"
"Uh oh. Jake's gonna be alone with my dad!"
"Do you want me to go supervise?" Lilly offered, already at the door.
"No! I need you to help me find some jewelry! I can't function now!" Lilly ran to her friend's side, and they scoured Miley's many different sets of accessories.
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On the other side of the door, Jake had entered the room and Oliver had gone back to his game. He couldn't wait for everyone to leave, minus Lilly. He was finally ready to beat her at the game!
"Well, you sure look fancy Jake."
"Thank you. Is Miley almost ready?" he asked, checking his phone to make sure he wasn't too early. The time read 6:55. He was amazed he'd managed to wait that long.
"She and Lilly are just finishin up in the bathroom," Robby explained.
"Who knows how long that could take," Oliver commented, never removing his eyes from the screen. Jake ran his fingers through his hair, knowing he was about to get a 'father to date talk'. His mind began instantly pulling up all the usable date lines he'd gotten from TV. 'Here goes.'
"So, Mr. Stewart, plan on watching the big race tonight?" he started, referring to NASCAR. Robby's eyebrows rose slightly.
"I was thinkin bout it. Why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering if you could tell me how it goes." One of the most well known facts about dads: they loved their daughter's dates when they shared the same interests. "See, I know Trent Bracket has a good chance of winning, and I wanna know if he does."
"Oh, so you're a Trent fan?"
"Yes sir." Everyone was a Trent fan. Jake walked over to a mirror and breathed out a practiced sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Robby asked him, trying to hide suspicion.
"Oh, well I was afraid my hair was getting frizzy. See, I started using this new shampoo, and I was afraid it wasn't gonna work," Jake explained, turning his attention back to Robby. "How do you keep yours so nice and lush?" Oliver half smiled. Jackson nodded, impressed. This kid was good.
And Robby began his long explanation of proper hair care while Jake pretended to care, nodding his head at the right moments. Just as he was about to drop dead of boredom, Miley came out. He was suddenly ready to drop dead of hormones. Her jeans were definitely hugging her right.
"Wow, you look," 'Remember her dad's here!' "nice," he finished, barely leaving the lull. She gave him a strange smile. "Oh, this is for you." He held out a single rose. Jared said a bouquet would definitely give off the look of desperation.
Lilly came out of the bathroom, proud of their work. After much debating between two necklaces (and the matching accessories) they'd decided on a sterling silver circle rivot pendent necklace, and matching earrings and a bracelet.
"Thanks."
"So, I'll have her back by nine," Jake told her father.
"Well, the races don't end until nine thirty, so how bout that?" Jake was stunned, and Miley more so. Neither were expecting that. In fact, everyone was stunned.
"Uh, ok."
Miley took Jake's hand and rushed him out the door before her dad could change his mind. When the door was shut tightly behind them, she turned to him.
"What did you say to him?"
"Why?" He looked nervously around, wondering if he'd done something wrong.
"He NEVER extends date times."
"Oh, just guy stuff." She quirked an eyebrow, but he had started walking away. Another thought crossed her mind, and she sped up.
"Nice?" she asked with a skeptical look. He smirked.
"Well your dad was right there. I couldn't say you look hot!" She blushed a bit, and they started walking again.
So, I don't think I'm gonna get too into their date. Besides, this is already pretty long. Not as long as the last chapter, but W/E. It's still over 2500 words! And I've worked my limitation down to just two hours of internet time! Meaning, the only thing I can do is write, which equals more updates! Please vote in my poll, AFTER you review! Thanks!
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