CHAPTER SIX

Maybe

Robbie Ray's Point of View

"Jackson!"

I looked for the obvious mastermind under the plan of making our food supply vanish.

"Yeah, Dad?" There he was, his mouth and clothes covered in various food items.

"Where is our food?"

He just shrugged and licked chocolate off his finger.

ooHMoo

Miley's Point of View

"I can't like him, I can't like him, I can't like him," I chanted over and over to myself. I really can't like Jake, because Oliver and Lilly would be heartbroken. Lilly had told me weeks ago that Oliver liked me. But the thing is, Jake and I don't return their feelings.

"Miley?" Jake asked, entering my tent. "What are you saying?"

I looked up at his beautiful eyes. Then I denied thinking that they were beautiful. "Nothing. None that you'd care of."

Okay, sure, I almost kissed Jake this morning. But nothing special happened after that—not that I thought it was special. I just thought it was quite unusual. I really have no clue of what came over me.

Jake just nodded, and got out of my tent.

"Jake, wait!" I held him by the hand.

"What?" he said, turning back to meet me.

"I want to talk," I said.

"About what, exactly?" Jake asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "About what could've happened this morning."

Jake looked like he wanted to avoid it. "Why?"

"Nevermind," I said.

Jake thought about it some more, then, without warning, he placed his hand on my cheek and pulled me into a kiss. The kiss already surprised me by itself. What surprised me more, though, was that I didn't stop Jake.

"Does that mean that you wanted it to happen?" I asked when the kiss was over. I bit my lip.

"Yes," Jake breathed.

"But, Jake, I—" I began.

"I understand, Miley. You don't feel that way about me. I know," Jake said.

"No, Jake, it's just that—"

He cut me off again. "You think I'm too quick with my actions? I'll slow down, then."

"Don't cut me off," I told him before I spoke. I placed my pointer gently over his lips. "Let me get to know you better first. I don't know if I like you yet." I took my finger away.

Jake sighed, led me outside, and sat me down on a log. He sat down beside me. "Okay. Stay here." He went inside his tent, leaving me alone. I looked up; it was already getting dark, with a few stars already showing. Jake came out later with the smallest radio I've ever seen. He turned it on, and a slow love song came on. It was loud enough. You wouldn't believe that music could actually come from such a tiny thing like it.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"Oh, just a gift from the Zombie High crew," Jake replied.

"Oh," I replied, nodding.

"Want to dance?" he proceeded to ask.

"Love to." I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and leaned my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Jake?" I said.

"Yeah?" Jake replied, his breath warm against my cheek.

"I'm sorry." I looked up at him.

Jake narrowed his eyes. "For what?"

"The way I treated you before," I answered.

"Oh, that." Jake smiled. "It's my fault, really. If I hadn't been such a show-off, I would have gotten your attention. And got you treating me in a positive way."

"I know," I told him. "But, you know, Jake, you're actually pretty cool when you open up."

Slow, romantic songs continued playing, and we kept dancing in the middle of our campsite, under the moonlight. It was the highlight of my day.

Back in my tent, tears slowly welled up in my eyes. I blinked, letting them roll down my cheeks. I missed Dad, Jackson, especially Mom. Even Lilly and Oliver. I got out of my tent, and crept up slowly to Jake's, still not believing that I'm actually going to do it. I wished that I wasn't lost in the middle of the forest. But, no. I still was, not matter how many times I close my eyes and hope that when I open them, I'd be at home.

I carefully opened Jake's tent. "What am I doing?" I asked myself. "I'm homesick. What does that have to do with Jake? There's no turning back now. I just need comfort. Maybe Jake can give me that."

Jake was already asleep, but I think I woke him up. "Miley?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, and putting his extra glasses on, since he didn't have time to put on his contacts. "What are you doing here?"

"Jake, I hope you don't mind," I told him. "But do you suppose I can stay here for a little while?"

(A/N: Made a little changes, if you've noticed. Thanks for the reviews again! I'm also looking for co-writers to write a new Hannah Montana fic. Tell me if you can be that co-writer through reviews and private messages.)