Thanks for the reviews-even if there weren't very many. PLEASE review, guys! It makes me want to update! Here you go, chapter two.

CHAPTER TWO: The Beach

After much pondering and trying on different suits, Lilly picked out a brown crochet bikini with a light pink underneat. Miley picked out a light blue and light pink floral tankini.

They put on some shorts and grabbed a towel and headed out to the beach. It was a really nice day, about 90 degrees out, so to cool themselves off after the walk they swam. After a while they heard screaming.

"What's that?" Lilly asked.

"Probably some celebrity. I heard Orlando Bloom was in the area." Miley shrugged.

"Orlando Bloom!? What are we still doing here?" She hurried out of the water with Miley on her tail. When they got to the beach they could only see a blond head sticking out above the crowd. "AWW!" Lilly cried. "That's not Orlando." She did a head tilt. "Actually, it looks kinda like Jake."

Miley squinted. "It is!" She pushed her way through the crowd until she got to Jake.

"Oh, hey, Miley." He smiled. "I need to talk to you...alone." He looked about, no one moved. "Free photos and autographs over by that rock in fifteen minutes." Everyone screamed and ran over to the boulder that Jake was pointing to. Everyone but Lilly.

"Lilly!" Miley grunted. (A/N: I said grunted, once again, GET OVER IT!)

"Oh, right!" She cleared her throat. "I'm going to go get a hot dog."

"So.." Miley started.

"What's with you and Oliver?"

"Nothing!"

"Well, then, who do you like?" Jake asked anxiously.

"No one!"

"Oh, come on!"

"No."

"I know you like Oliver!"

"NO, I DON'T!"

"Then WHO do you like?"

"I'm not telling you!" Miley stifled a laugh.

"Why not?"

"Because!" He was really starting to get on her nerves, but, oh! He was SO cute!

"Because why?" Miley wouldn't answer. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Because, you dimwit, it's you!" Jake gaped, and Miley could've kicked herself.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Jake spoke up. "So, you want to go out sometime? Like this Friday?"

"What about Rachel?" Miley asked, her voice cracking.

"Rachel's history. Plus, she's not half as pretty as you." (A/N: Oh, my gosh! Jake is so sweet and cute, who doesn't agree with me? Because if you don't, well I don't know, but you better!!) He said sweetly, and took her hand in his.

(A/N: Now you think I'm going to say that Miley woke up from her day dream, right? But she's not dreaming!)

"Pen?" She asks him.

"Only this." He pulls a permanent marker out of his swim trunks pocket. "In case of an autograph, you know." He explained, casually.

"Tell me about it." Miley slipped.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

She pulled the cap off of the marker and wrote big across his arm: 509-3913. Miley put the cap back on and gave him the marker. "Call me." She said ( A/N: kind of whoreishly-hey, I made up a word!) smiled, and walked to Lilly, dazed.

Miley and Lilly ran back to Miley's house. Miley set the phone on teh table in front of them, and they watched TV.

RING! RING! Miley jumped up, and picked up the phone. "Hello?" She asked, anxiously awaiting Jake to answer.

"Hello?" Instead it's a girl's voice.

"Who's this?" Miley asked in a dull, dissapointed voice.

"It's Jasmine, who's this?"

"Miley Stewart."

"Oh, you're Jacksons sweet little sister."

"Yah..."

"Well, Jackson told me to call him."

Thinking that she could't busy the line for Jake's call, she made something up. "Oh, well Jackson can't talk on the phone. He's grounded for using too much toilet paper. Well, thanks for the call, Jasmine. Good day." Miley hung up the phone with a smirk on her face.

"Who was that?" Lilly asked.

"Oh, some girl calling for Jackson."

Lilly's face fell. Girls were always after Jackson, there was no way he would notice his little sister's friend.

"I told her Jackson was grounded for using too much toilet paper!"

"So, is Hannah doing anything any time soon?" Lilly asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, yah!" Miley's face brightened. "Hannah get's to be in Zombie High again! With Jake Ryan!" Miley squealed and Lilly danced with her.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Isn't tomorrow Friday?"

"Yah, so?" Miley asked, not getting it.

"Miley's supposed to go out with Jake on Friday!"

RING! RING! Miley's trembling hand picked up the phone. Her trembling voice asked, "Hello?"

"Hey." It was Jake! "Yah, about the date on Friday..."

"We've got to reschedual." They both said at the same time.

"Okay." Jake said, satisfied at her feeling the same way. "So, how about Saturday night?"

"Just a sec." Miley covered the ear piece. She gave Lilly a puppy dog pout. "Will you and Oliver double with us?"

"NO! I don't like Oliver!"

"Please, it's not really a date-just two friends going out-okay, wrong choice of words..."

"Fine."

Miley got back on the phone. "Sounds good. How about Lilly and Oliver double with us?"

"Oliver's cool, that's fine."

"Okay, bye Sweetie."

"Bye, Miles." They both hung up and Miley sighed, thinking about her wonderful relationship with her wonderful boyfriend, and the show with Jake the next day.