Mr. Normal
Chp.15
Monday Morning Mustang Make-Out Madness
Disclaimer: If I owned, blah, blah, blah. Hannah Montana is Disney's and I can dream all I want.
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out what a normal kid is like
They'd spent the whole weekend together. For some wierd reason Lily had started to call them The Fab Four. He didn't think she actually knew what the actual Fab Four was, but she might surprise him if he'd ask.
He hated Monday mornings, well most of the time. When the alarm had rang, he'd quickly jumped from bed, showered, dressed, slammed down a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and high-tailed it out to the car. Then as he was sitting down behind the wheel, he'd completely forgotten the books he'd laid on the hall table, so he'd had to get right back out and grab them. Finally he'd managed to get to Miley's without any other mishaps.
He slammed the shifter into park, and jumped out. She was making her way down the driveway, her father yelling something out the door at her. She'd turned back to him, her dark hair flying around in the breeze, as she twirled on her toes.
Seems she'd forgotten her purse, cause she had grabbed it from Robbie's hand and kissed him on the cheek. She made her way back down the cemented drive, and smiled gently at him. That smile was what he'd lived for while he'd been away, now it was being directed at him again, and it made his heart soar. He smiled back at her as she came bouncing up to him.
"Hey, Zombie Boy," she'd greeted as she'd approached, and gotten within earshot.
"Hello, My Little Pop Princess." They'd started with the pet names after their little disturbing phone conversation Saturday.
Lily had said "Awe!" when they'd called each other by them backstage at Saturday Nights concert. So they'd stuck.
He was standing there against the hood of his car as she'd tried to make her way to him, but her daddy was yelling at her that she'd forgotten her new purse, which Jake had bought for her yesterday at the mall. It wasn't that she couldn't have afforded it, but he'd seen her looking at it, and when she and Lily had gone to get some drinks, he and Oliver had gone back to the little boutique and gotten them both one.
When she'd gotten home last night she'd hastily thrown everything from the one she'd been carrying into it.
She'd grabbed it from her father, and kissed him on his cheek with a "Thanks daddy," as she'd quickly turned her back to him.
"Come straight home from school, Miles." She'd faintly heard as her attention was back on her man. He was wearing a sapphire blue button-up shirt, over a tight, light gray t-shirt, and she could see every muscle ripple as he moved to the middle of the hood. God! He's so hot, and he's all mine. Her eyes wondered over his body as she walked at a deliberate slow pace. She wanted to take in the whole package. Life was oh so good, and she just knew it wouldn't last long. Something just had to give.
"Hey, Zombie Boy." God she wanted to kiss him, but he seemed to be studying her almost a intently as she'd been studying him on her walk down to his Mustang.
"Hello, My Little Pop Princess." She'd chuckled at that, it was just too cute. He'd smirked as he'd said it, as if he were going to laugh too.
She stared at him for a second, his beautiful eyes boring into her own. Okay so she could stand and look at him all day, but they really did need to get to school, and they still needed to pick Lily and Oliver up at their houses.
"So are we going?" She smiled up at him reluctantly.
"Yeah, just after I do this." He reached over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders he pulled her closer to him, and leaned down. His eyes were locked on hers as he leaned closer to her, she raised her chin slightly, and met his lips with her own. This is what she'd been waiting for him to do. His lips felt great against hers, they hadn't been able to manage a good lip lock since Saturday afternoon at the beach, when the doughnut and his hole were too wrapped up in each other to pay much attention to them. Since then it had just been a peck on the lips here and there.
She didn't even want to think about the concert, it had been a disaster. Once the rumor had gotten out that Hannah and Jake were dating, it was chaos. They hadn't been able to do anything but do interviews with the press, and the crowd had wanted Jake out on the stage with her after she'd sang 'One in a Million' to him, and he'd had to come out everytime she did a love song, and espeacially when she'd done 'I got Nerve'.
His lips slid over hers, tongue licking them in askance. She'd wanted to do this everytime their lips had met this weekend. She opened her mouth at his prodding, and their tongues entangled, dancing with each other. Her breathing was coming erractically, her heart thumped against her rib cage, and she just couldn't bring herself to break away from him so she could take in a much needed deep breath. She didn't want this kiss to ever stop, but...
He didn't want to break away from her lips, that tongue of hers was doing things inside his mouth that he didn't think were possible, and they felt so good, too good in fact, if he didn't pull away soon there'd be more than just the clothes they wore between them, and he could feel the excitement building. This was not good. Reluctantly he pulled from her.
"Now that I've done that, we can go pick the others up," he huffed through deeply indrawn breaths. He needed to calm down, and quick. He'd always heard that deep breathing could help with this matter, so it being the only thing he could do at the moment he decided to try the theory.
"Y-Yeah." She was breathing heavily, also. He was glad to know that the kiss hadn't only affected him in that way. He didn't think a simple kiss could be like this. He still felt his mouth tingling where her tongue had touched, he hoped it wouldn't go away too fast, cause that feeling was intoxicating. Miley Stewart was the only drug he'd ever need, if her kisses were any indication.
They had picked up Lily first, considering she only lived about a mile from the Stewart house. She hadn't been ready. Surprise, Surprise. So Miley had gone back to the car to wait on her.
Oliver had been walking down the street to her house, just knowing that his girlfriend wouldn't be ready when she'd promised to be. Luckily he only lived a few houses down.
Miley and Jake were sitting in the car as he walked past. He glanced in the driver's side window to see them making out,he just rolled his eyes, and went to the front door of Lily's house.
He stood there for all of ten seconds after ringing the doorbell.
Lily had answered the door, "I'll be right out." She hadn't even looked to see who was at the door.
"Lily?"
She slowly turned to him with a smile on her face she bounced back over to him. It looked like she was trying to get her shoe on. "Hey, weren't we supposed to pick you up at your own house?"
"Yeah, but I know you. I figured I'd save some time by walking up here, instead of you know, WAITING!"
She laughed at him, finally getting the shoe on her foot, and leaned into him, planting her lips firmly on his for a few seconds.
"Did that make it all better?"
He stood there stunned, just staring off into the blissfulness of space.
"Oliver!" She'd snapped her fingers in front of his face, which brought him back from that beautiful place where her lips were on his for all eternity.
"HUH?"
She just smiled at him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off of the front porch, only to come to a stand still when she seen the two people in the car.
Oh my god! Jake and Miley are making out in my driveway! I don't know if I want to interrupt THAT, or not. I told Miley that I'd be right out, granted that was almost fifteen minutes ago, but still..
She stood there in stunned silence not knowing what to do. If she didn't interrupt them then she'd be seeing something she really didn't want to, but if she did Miley would be really huffy and puffy the rest of the day.
She looked down at her Mickey Mouse watch, that Ollie had given her yesterday, when Jake had gotten Miley the really expensive purse. It was seven forty five. She shook her head, and looked over her shoulder at Oliver. His eyes had grown wide, and his mouth was hanging wide open. Well he was no help. She turned back to the scene being played out in the front seat of Jake's Mustang. She now understood why Oliver was standing there like a knot on a log.
Jake's hand was in a place where it shouldn't have been, and she didn't think Miley had even noticed, and if she had, she really wasn't caring.
Lily pulled Oliver over to the passenger side of the car, and tapped loudly on the window, startling the two occupants. Miley rolled the piece of glass down, giving her a 'How dare you interrupt' look.
She'd blushed, "Sorry, but we have like..." she looked down at her watch again, "Ten minutes to get to school."
"Darn it!" Miley quickly opened the door, lifted the lever on the side of the seat, and let the other two get in the back.
She'd watched them on the ride to school, every once in a while they'd look at each other and smile with slight blushes on their faces. She couldn't help but think it was adorable, her best friend was in love, again, even if she hadn't figured it out yet. Anyone that seen the two of them together would see they loved each other. Hell, she knew Jake had been in love with Miley since he'd layed his eyes on her, and Miley had loved him since she'd been on Zombie High, she just hadn't known it, and still didn't.
Jake found an actually pretty good spot to park this morning, and he'd walked around to open the door for Miley. Lily watched as he'd taken her hand, and helped her out of the door then he'd reached down, and flipped the handle to let the seat up without taking his eyes off of her. She wished Oliver would be that romantic sometimes.
She slid out from the back seat, and watched as Oliver nearly feel out the door on his way out. Yep he was a doughnut, but he was her doughnut and she wouldn't have it any other way.
He stood by his locker, and watched the four of them come down the hall. Les, and Miley were nearly wrapped around each other, and Oliver was tripping over his own two feet, Lily helped him to stand after he'd actually fallen at one point.
He hated them, he hated them all. First that dork Les had gotten his girl, then when Hannah had clearly pointed at him, yet again Les got the girl. What was so speacial about Les Rine?
Derrick was staring a hole into the four musketeers as he'd come to think of them, he knew it wasn't really a cut-down, but they were always right there together. Even at the beach Saturday, it was like they were glued together or something.
They walked past him, all giggles and laughter. He wanted to hit something, but opted for slamming his hand on his locker door.
When he turned around Les had Miley pushed up against her locker, and in Derrick's messed up mind he was standing just a little to close to her. Les's forehead was pressed to Miley's and all they were doing was staring into each others eyes. It made him want to puke.
He stomped over to them, although the stomping couldn't be heard, because the floors were carpeted. "Hey, Miley," he said through barely restrained anger, only her eyes had moved over to meet his gaze.
"What, Derrick? Can't you see I'm doing something here?" She'd said it with a rudeness that he'd never heard from her before.
"I was just gonna ask how you liked the concert Saturday, god, you don't have to be so rude." Les had turned to face him, and he swore he'd seen that look before, he just wasn't able to place it, and it was driving him nuts, cause he so wanted to bust the guy. For his own peace of mind he had to find out something on this kid.
Off of Les's movement away from her, she'd turned also. "It was a good concert, espeacially when I watched the last part from backstage," she said in a glib, off-handed fashion.
"So that's what happened to you." He'd wondered about that all weekend. "How'd you manage that? No one could get backstage passes, believe me I tried."
He watched as she pulled Les closer to her. "It seems Les here is a master at persuasion, after he got pulled up on stage by Hannah, he'd begged her to let his girlfriend come back and watch the rest of the show with him. So Hannah had one of her people come get me out of the audience, and I got to go backstage."
Derrick just looked a Les, he really did hate the guy. "Oh, that's cool." He was still gazing intently at the guy that had stolen his girl, and he was positive the other guy could see his hatred for him in the cold depths of his eyes. He really did want to burst his bubble, and watch it scatter to the four winds, and he'd find something, or do anything to make it happen.
"Dude, why don't'cha take a picture, it will last longer," Les said, after a few minutes of their staring contest.
"That's seriously not a bad idea, but I think I'd rather have one of Miley than you," Derrick replied in snide, and really unkind way.
"See ya later, Miles," he said as he turned on his heel, and headed towards class.
"Yeah, whatever." He heard float over his shoulder, and that remark just made him more determined to figure out what Les Rine was all about, because Miley had never been so out right rude to anybody, and it was killing him.
A/N: Okay, I was going to have Derrick figure it out in this chapter, but I like writing this story way too much to just end it in that way, so good news for all of you, there will be more, so you know what to do Be Kind Review. Also, on another note I think the rating may be headed towards the M side in later chapters, so you know.
