A/N: Special thanks to ERIKA—who told me how to upload my stories because I have technology problems.

Disclaimer: As you all know, Sunday was Easter. I had a huge Easter-Egg hunt with my sister, and the result was about a pound or so of candy sitting on my bed. I would gladly trade every single piece of candy—right down to the Midnight Milky Ways (my absolute favorite)—for Mitchel Musso. However, the day that I have Mitchel Musso sitting on my bed will be the day that I own Hannah Montana.

Previously

"Thanks, Jake," Miley smiled.

"Hey…hey," Jake said, tilting Miley's head up to his. "That's what I'm here for."

Chapter 9

"Miss Montana, are you ready to begin filming?" Henry asked, for the eighth time.

"Yes, sir, just a minute," Miley shouted as her hair stylist slowly did up her hair, biding Miley enough time to finish learning the first scene.

"Hurry up, Hannah," Jake stage-whispered.

"Be quiet," Miley huffed as she slid into place next to him. Miley was wearing an elegant, tea-length, black velvet dress that was cut with a sweetheart neckline. She grinned at Jake as he took in her appearance, from the flower perched behind her left ear down to the four-inch heel of her Mary Jane shoes. Although normally Miley was a head and a half shorter than Jake, she was now able to look up into his eyes without problem.

"You look great, Hannah," Jake smiled.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Zombie Slayer," Miley said flirtatiously, gesturing at his grey, casual suit and black dress shirt.

"Why, thank you," Jake replied.

"Now, if you two lovebirds are finished," Henry said. "I would like to begin shooting."

"Alright, Henry," Miley and Jake said simultaneously.

"Then hop in the golf cart and we'll go across set to where the rest of the actors are," Henry said as a golf cart pulled around the corner of the building. Miley and Jake rushed to jump in, and were quickly whisked away.

When the two stepped out, they saw a lavishly decorated room with drapes and beads hanging from the ceiling, and disco balls swirling around the room. It was nearly full to the brim with teenagers, all playing extras in the movie. Miley walked in and was quickly greeted by Holly, the girl she had met in Malibu.

"Hi, Jake! Uh, hello, Hannah, what a pleasure to meet you," Holly said.

"Oh, lovely to meet you, as well…"

"Holly."

"Right. Nice to meet you, Holly."

"I'll be playing Sofia in the movie. I thought I'd tell you," Holly said with an air of superiority.

"Thanks for the notice."

"Any time, Hannah."

"Ready? And places," Henry shouted. "Action!" Cameras immediately began rolling as the teenagers danced to a DJ's music. As one camera zoomed in on Miley and Holly, Miley began to speak.

"Sofia, who's that?"

"That?" Holly asked anxiously. "Ooh, I don't know, but he's dreamy!"

"He must be new here," Miley mused.

"Look, he's talking to Hilary Montigue!"

"I'm going to go introduce myself."

"Don't do that, you'll look desperate!" Holly amended. But, too late, Miley had begun to walk right to where Jake was standing, next to a perfectly-tanned brunette. However, she passed, tossing her hair a bit as she did so. Jake turned, as dictated in the script, and followed her to a hallway.

"Hey," He said, trying to keep up with her brisk pace.

"Oh, hello," Miley said, as if she hadn't noticed him.

"I'm James," Jake introduced.

"Lovely."

"Care to tell me your name?" Jake asked hopefully.

"Violet."

"So, Miss Violet," Jake said, placing a hand on her shoulder and stepping in front of her. "Playing hard to get?"

"Hard to get? I'm hardly playing," Miley quipped, walking past him.

"Violet," Jake whispered.

"And cut!" Henry shouted.

"Good, but I need a tiny bit more tension. Hannah? Come on back, we'll try that again," Henry announced. Miley and Jake retreated to the door, and began their section again.

"Hey," Jake said. Miley turned to look over her shoulder at him, but then turned and began to walk again.

"Oh, hello."

"I'm James," Jake said, trying to capture her attention.

"Lovely," Miley said, walking quicker.

"Care to tell me yours?" Jake asked.

"Violet," Miley said bluntly.

"So, Miss Violet," Jake said, sidestepping her and stopping her dead in her tracks. "Playing hard to get?"

Miley scoffed. "Hard to get? I'm hardly playing." She walked straight past him, and Jake sighed.

"Violet."

"Cut! Better. We'll revisit this tomorrow. Part two," Henry said. Miley, Holly and Jake walked outside into the brisk night air, and Miley and Holly got into one car, while Jake got into a different car. Holly scurried over to him, kissed his cheek and said, "Baby, you're doing great." The second scene began outside, panning in on two houses, one belonging to Violet, and one to James. "Ready? Action!"

The first car, a silver SUV, drove up to the street and paused. "Thanks, Sofia," Miley said, hopping out of the car.

"Any time, Vi," Holly shouted out the window as she drove off. As Miley walked to the door of her own house, Jake pulled into his driveway in a dark blue convertible. Seeing Miley, he jumped out as fast as he could, and ran to impress her.

"Violet, right?" He asked.

"Pathetic, right?" Miley returned.

"Violet, give me a chance."

"Chance? I don't even know your last name."

"Wagner."

"Lovely."

"Thanks," Jake grinned.

"Look, Mr. Wagner, I'd love to talk, but my mother probably expected me home and hour ago. So, I bid you farewell."

"Look, Violet," Jake began. "If you don't like me, I get it. Just tell me. Don't put me through this. I'm a guy—I like straight answers."

"James, I…" Miley said, her voice fading away.

"It's fine. You're just a normal girl," Jake said, entering his house and leaving Miley at her doorstep. Miley slowly unlocked the door to her house and tossed the key onto a sofa before she ascended a set of stairs, taking her out of sight.

"Cut! Lovely, Miss Montana. I could feel the emotion," Henry gushed.

"Thanks," Miley said sullenly.

"What's wrong, Miles?" Jake whispered.

"Nothing," Miley lied.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked skeptically.

"I'll tell you later," Miley said bluntly, walking away.

A/N: WHENEVER I TYPE MY NOTES, MY COMPUTER FREEZES. GAHH, SEVENTH TIME. HOPE FOR ITT. (My extremely fast rendition of my page-long original note)

I love:

1. Contestshippingfan2314, the newest addition to my I LOVE HARRY POTTER FANCLUB.

2. Julx27xluvsxHM, my newest reviewer.

3. Hermionefan199, who replied to my comment about loving Harry Potter.

I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK.

If you want to know what happens, I know. I'll tell you now. Look away if you don't want to know for another five MONTHS (I guarantee, don't miss this.)

HARRY POTTER DEFEATS VOLDEMORT (that's a given), but is severely injured. As he is in St. Mungo's, bleeding to death, the healers cannot decipher him from the other mangled Order members. Harry Potter then dies, alone, in the hospital, never to be seen or heard from again.

But I promise that that doesn't really happen. :P