CHAPTER FOUR
The Other Side of Jake Ryan
Jake's Point of View
I woke up to find Miley sitting beside me. She looked like she just took a bath, since her hair was wet. "Miley?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
"You have a slight fever," Miley explained.
"How did you know?" I said, sitting up. And boy, did I have a strong headache.
"Well, I went to wake you up, but you didn't. I felt your forehead and you were hot." She paused when I smiled and raised my eyebrows. "I know what you're thinking, Jake Ryan. Not that kind of hot. You know what I mean. You're hot, by means of temperature."
I nodded. I needed to change my shirt, so I nonchalantly pulled my shirt off. I heard Miley gasp under her breath, and began to realize the situation. Miley was here, and she's seeing me without a shirt on. I turned red. Hey, even celebrities have their embarrassing moments. "Miley, do you mind leaving the tent?" I asked, trying not to use a tone that would offend her. Geez, this headache was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.
"Sure, yeah, okay." Miley, sounding embarrassed herself, left in a huff.
When I was done changing, I got out of the tent. Only then did I notice that Miley was wearing that tank top that she looks cute in. Okay, even though I've dated Rachel (we broke up last week), I still have a thing for Miley. And, to tell you so, it's a big thing. She held her cellphone up, probably looking for a signal. When she caught me staring, she wrinkled up her nose and raised her eyebrows. Then she rolled her eyes. "Miley?" I asked.
"Yeah?" Miley answered without looking up from her phone.
"Do you have some medicine on you?" I touched my forehead. "This headache is killing me."
"That's what headaches are supposed to do. They're supposed to hurt," Miley commented sarcastically. Then, she turned serious. "Wait, I think I have some in my bag." She entered her tent, then came out later with a capsule and a glass of water.
"Thanks," I said as I gulped down the capsule with the water.
"Oh, it's no problem," Miley replied, looking into my eyes. She looked away quickly.
We sat down on a pile of logs. "May I?" I asked, pointing to her phone, as if to say that I want to borrow it. Which I did.
Before she could reply, I took it from her. I guess she hates me even more, because she glared when she thought I wouldn't see. I began looking at her pictures. I got to a picture of Hannah Montana. "Oh, you like Hannah Montana?"
"Oh, I love her," Miley replied, a smile of many meanings on her face.
I nodded. Then I did a double take at the picture. And realized something. "You're...you're Hannah Montana?" I asked.
Miley didn't meet my gaze, but she nodded. "That's why I didn't want to kiss you on Zombie High."
I stood up and started to back away. "Oh, my god, you are Hannah. Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't even feel my headache anymore. Who knew that I was this close to kissing the girl of my dreams?
Miley gave me an Are you kidding? look. "I didn't even trust Lilly at first. And she's my best friend. I don't even have a relationship with you, so why should I trust you?"
"You do have a relationship with me," I said. "I'm your co-star."
"Oh yeah," Miley said. "So, I suppose Lindsay Lohan told Chris Pine that she only carefully dots her freckles on with a marker, just because he was her co-star in Just My Luck?"
I paused. "She does?"
"No. I just made that up." Miley sighed. "That was an example, see?"
"So, if you don't trust me, why did you tell me now?" That was my eleventh question for the day. I ask a lot, believe me, especially when I don't understand something. And this thing is really bugging me.
"You caught me off-guard," Miley said. "Can you just lay off on me? I want to be alone."
"It's not my fault that we're lost in the woods!" I said for the thousandth time, as if it came with the subject. Last night, all I've done was reassure a worried Miley that neither of us should take the blame for getting lost in the forest.
"I know it isn't!" Miley yelled back.
I took her into my arms, and surprisingly, she didn't move. "I'm sorry, okay?" I said. "I just, I don't want to disappoint you."
"You've already done that, so why stop now?" Miley seemed to like making sarcastic comments. "Okay, I understand. I'm sorry, too. Maybe you need a second chance..."
"Let's start over, huh?" I held my hand out.
Miley shook it. "Consider it done."
We got to know each other well for that day. I found out that Miley was allergic to food coloring and that her favorite color was blue. She found out that I wear contacts and that I have extra glasses handy every where I go. I even showed her how I looked like with them. And the feeling of Miley's hand over mine never left me.
"You're actually pretty cool," Miley said.
We stared at each other for the longest time. "Miley?" I managed to say.
"Jake?" Miley said at the same time.
I expected her to look away, and I could tell she expected me to do the same. But we didn't. We leaned in close, and when our foreheads touched, I knew we were going to kiss. The tip of our nose touched, and my lips were so close to meeting hers when a twig snapped, and it caught our attention, stopping the kiss.
Damn. "Uh, I should go back to my tent. I have to study and read the script of the new episode of my show," I said lamely.
Miley avoided the subject, too. "Yeah, me, too. Have to do some reading. There's this new book that I have; it's so interesting."
We went back to our tents, but deep inside, we knew that a kiss should have happened. Not just now.
(A/N: I'm so sorry for the lame third chapter, but I can't leave Jackson and Robbie Ray out. So, everytime I update about the two of them, I'll update with Miley and Jake, too, to make it up to you guys. Or, I'll add something about either Lilly and Oliver or Miley and Jake in a chapter about Robbie Ray and Jackson, but I'll do that with Miley and Jake and Lilly and Oliver, too. Like, a switch, or something. I've got the plans for this down, and there will be twenty-two chapters. Not so sure about that yet. Thanks for the reviews! You guys made this my most successful chapter fic ever, for the record. :D)