Previously

"You don't have to lie, you know."

"I'm not," Jake said. "I'm looking at things a different way." Miley's eyes grew wide as Jake wiped the slime off her face and kissed her.

Chapter 8

Oliver had already left with Lily by the time Jake and Miley were done shooting their love scene. Miley dashed back to her dressing room and quickly stripped out of her costume. As she pulled on her tank top and pajama pants, she flipped open her cell phone and began to dial. It rang twice before her father picked up the phone.

"Daddy!" Miley shouted into the phone.

"Miles, whatcha doing, Bud? You're wasting my minutes!"

"Daddy," Miley pouted. "I was calling for Jackson."

"I know, Miles. I'm just kidding with you."

"Hey, Miles," Jackson said moments later.

"Hi, Jackson. What were you telling me?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"YES!"

"You got a letter," Jackson said.

"That's all? You called me to tell me that I got a letter?"

"But not just any letter. It's a letter asking Hannah to be in a movie."

"A movie?! Which one?" Miley asked anxiously.

"A movie that's being shot now, and will continue on for five months."

"Five months?! No way, Jackson. I'll get so behind in my schoolwork. Let me talk to Daddy," Miley demanded.

"Hey, Bud. I'm sorry 'bout you not wanting to do the movie and all, but I already said you would."

"Daddy, why?" Miley howled into the phone.

"Miles, you'll be fine. Lily ad Oliver are coming back tomorrow, and with Aunt Dolly there, nothing can go wrong. It's foolproof."

"Foolproof—hardly! Wait, daddy, which movie is this?"

"Some movie called 'When All Else Fails'. It's starring some blonde boy—a Hottie of the Year, or something."

"Daddy, you don't mean Jake Ryan, do you?" Miley gasped.

"Jake Ryan, ah, yeah, that must have been it."

"Daddy, I'm in a movie with Jake Ryan?" Miley yelled a little louder, as if she didn't believe him.

"Yeah, Miles, but if you say that one more time, I'm hanging up the phone on you. Tell Lily and Oliver to follow Plan 52F. They'll understand. Now go learn your lines, Dolly dropped the script off at your room."

"Thanks, daddy, love you! Bye!" Miley said, hanging up the phone. "Lily, Oliver, pick up," Miley said as she dialed feverishly.

"Hello?" Lily's voice said on the other line.

"Lily, put it on speaker phone. I have something super important to say," Miley announced as she heard a rustling and a beep.

"All clear, Miley."

"We are activating Plan 52F. I will not be leaving Romania!" Miley shrieked.

"OH MY GOODNESS, MILEY, AWESOME!"

"Thanks, Lily, now take it off speaker, I need to talk to you. OLIVER, GO AWAY!"

"Okay, Miles, what's up?"

"On a plane? Without me? What are you waiting for, Lily, go tell him you love him!"

"Pfft—love."

"Well, you two make out, and you're still not dating?"

"Becca Weller would kill me," Lily reasoned.

"Becca Weller can deal with Hannah Montana if she wants to try and steal Lily Truscott's boyfriend!"

"Yeah!" Lily agreed. Miley could tell that she was getting more confident.

"You go walk right over there and give Oliver Oken a piece of your mind!"

"Alright!" Lily said. Miley could hear her striding confidently across the pavement. "Oliver Oken," Lily started. She paused.

"Give him attitude," Miley encouraged.

"Oliver Oken," Lily started again.

"Tell him you love his eyes! Tell him that you think his hair's amazing! Tell him that you think it's cute that he wears two polo shirts at once even though it's always 90 degrees in Malibu!" Miley shouted.

"Oliver, I love your hair!" Lily said before she could think.

"You tell him, sister!"

"I love your eyes." Lily said weakly.

"Keep going!" Miley encouraged.

"I love how you wear layers even though it's always too hot in--"

"Lily?" Miley asked. In the distance, she could vaguely sense that Lily was caught up in kissing Oliver, and wasn't going to respond for a long time.

"I'll leave you two, then," Miley shouted. Lily pressed two buttons, as if to say "ok", and then hung up the phone.

"Now, what was I going to do?" Miley asked, looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh, yeah, the movie!" She slid on her shoes and tied them anxiously. "Jake!" Miley shouted, grabbing her purse and opening the door. "Jake!"

BAM.

That was all it took to knock the Hottie of the Year off his feet, making him land in a puddle of slime.

"Oh, goodness, Jake, I'm sorry!"

"Miley," Jake nearly sobbed. "I'm ruined. I'm completely covered in slime. I can't face my fans like this!"

"I'm sorry, Ego-Boy. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, but I worked so hard on my hair."

"Oh, who are you trying to impress?" Miley giggled. "Besides, I think you look amazingly cute." She smiled at him.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not lying," Miley said. "I'm looking at things a different way." Jake smiled and reached up to kiss her. Pulling her closer to him, he smiled.

"You stole that line from me," he said as they were barely an inch apart.

"Woah, there, Zombie Slayer. You can't kiss me when you're covered in slime!"

"Miley," Jake pouted. "I thought I looked cute."

"But you didn't even hear my news!"

"Oh, so that's why you were running. I thought you were just happy to see me."

"No, I got cast in a movie."

"That's great! When's it go until?"

"Five months from now."

"What? Miley, five months without you? I'll be back in three, can't you duck out?"

"No, silly. You'll be out in five. We're starring."

"In the same movie?" Jake asked.

"In the same movie."

"Together?"

"Together."

Jake wiped the slime off of his face, and kissed her.

A/N: BEFORE YOU DROP ME HARSH REVIEWS REPRIMANDING ME FOR NOT UPDATING, I'D LIKE TO SHARE A STORY EXPLAINING THE DELAY.

I have a dog. My dog is small, fluffy, and named 'Draco'. Yes, because I'm in love with Draco Malfoy. But, anyway, Draco was playing downstairs on a table (Heaven knows how he got there), and he knocked down a vase. I was picking it up, when he came RUNNING at me. In an attempt to duck away (it didn't work), I got hit with a dog, and I got my hand twisted behind the couch. My arm was bleeding restlessly for about five minutes before I called my sister downstairs for her to get me to the hospital.

I was diagnosed with a broken ARM, not wrist. ARM, and I was not allowed to type with this hand. True, yes, I could've had someone else type it for me. I'm not good at that, though, and they'd be SO bored with me being like, "NO, BACKSPACE THAT. DON'T DELETE IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?", you know?

I reviewed maybe five chapters in the past month? If I normally review for you, and I haven't, I assure you that I did read it, and chances are, I loved it, but I couldn't type out my normal lengthy reviews. So, here's chapter seven? Eight? I don't know. Review, guys.

So, on the plus side, I haven't done homework in two months.  Oh, I think I may trip behind my couch again. Next chapter in two days. Would be tomorrow, but that's Easter. So drop a line and I'll upload again. Since I already did the rest of it.