Mr. Normal
Chp.1
Who Are You?
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did I'd be rich.
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Jake finally comes back after two years of figuring out what a normal kid is like
"Hey Miles!"
There was his answer, and oh it was just what he needed. Mr. I'll Read Family Circus. Yeah, two years hadn't made him forget that one.
"Yeah, Dad," the faceless body at the door hears, and his heart jumps at the bodiless voice eminating from within the house. It'd been too, way too long since he'd heard her sweet, southern accented voice. Well that wasn't exactly true, he had watched every interview and televised concert that she'd been on, but that had been her alter, Hannah Montana, it hadn't been the girl he'd fallen so hard for more than three years ago.
"You got a delivery!"
Jake hears the thud of something from the upper level, feet hit the floor, a door slam, and the same feet rushing down the steps.
"Is it those new boots I ordered," she askes as she hits the bottom landing, and he hears her feet hit the hardwood flooring, and rush over to the door.
She comes to an abrupt stop, at least that's what he thinks happened.
"OH, PRETTY," he heard her exclaim, as the array of pink, white, and red roses were snatched from his hand.
She searches diligently through the arrangement, as he watches her face go through mixed emotions. He knows she's searching for a card, but there isn't one, then she looks at him, and if he wanted to say something he wouldn't be able to cause the wind had just been knocked out of his chest.
"No card." She pouts, and he's about knocked on his knees. They'd gone all Jello-like, but he managed to stay upright.
"M- Miley?" God could he be more of a loser, he was stammering now.
The girl in question had started admiring her bouquet again, but when she hears her name she looks back at him, with the look that he'd dubbed the You say what... look.
"Excuse me?" Are the actual words that come rolling off of her tongue. "Do I know you?"
It hadn't been that long, she should know her first love, what the hell was going on?
He looks crestfallen, and beaten for a moment, just one tiny fraction of a second, when he remembered that he was now sporting his natural hair color, in all the movies that he'd done since leaving her that last time he'd worn a wig that was the same shade of blonde that he used to color his hair.
But, she should be able to look in his eyes, his eyes hadn't changed. His face hadn't changed, much. She should be able to tell that it was him. But he'd never had known she was Hannah if she hadn't told him. God there were too many buts, and he really needed to get away from those.
He knew that it'd be awkward coming back this way, but not so much as it actually was.
"It's me," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks deeply into her eyes with the kicked puppy look in his own.
Her face still shows confusion; having not one little iota of a clue as too who the hell he is.
His shoulders slump down in defeat, left hand going slack and losing hold on the box of chocolates. It's like slow motion as he watches the candy drop to the ground just like all his hopes had fallen to his feet at the moment when he looked in her eyes and didn't see recognition there.
At the realization he slowly turns on his heel and starts to walk back the way he'd come. With his hopes dashed, head hanging low, he kicks a pebble down the driveway with the toe of his expensive, patent Italian leather, made just for this night, shoe.
"Oh, wait," he hears her call
Hope starts to flare up in his chest again, as he slowly turns to see her looking like an angel in the doorway.
Okay not so much an angel, as a bird flapping around.
She was digging around in her pockets, a look of triumph coming across her face as she finally finds what she'd been looking for. She'd pulled a well used, crumpled up old ten dollar bill out of the watch pocket of her hip huggers. "Here you go." She reaches out the nasty looking piece of paper to him.
With all the hope gone from him, he looks her in the eye, and says,"no you keep it."
The light glares from behind her, hitting him directly in the eyes so that he has to look at her through his lashes.
Her brows crease together, as she finally gets a direct view into his eyes.
The sudden, sharpness of her in drawn breath, breathes a fresh glimmer of hope into his heart.
"Sweet..." Her cut of exclaimation, makes his almost dead hope soar.
"Jake?" She gives him a slanted, sly smile. "Jake Ryan?"
He watches in fascination as her eyes grow big as saucers as the recognition dawns.
"What happened to..." Her hand waves up and down his person, as she tries to figure out what to say.
"Your hair?" She finally finds something to comment on, although he was pretty sure that she wanted to say his cockiness.
He can't help but chuckle at her choice.
In that moment all he really wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her, but that probably wasn't such a good idea considering.
A/N: Just to clarify this is not my first story, just my first Hannah Montana story. I'd also like to thank those of you that reviewed the last chapter.
I don't know when the next chapter will be up, I'm shooting for Monday, but I'm not gonna promise anything. Hope you guys enjoyed. Please be kind Review.
