AN: Now the first morning comes, and of course Michael's mind is racing with thoughts of all kinds...
Chapter Three: What Is Up With Him?
Michael was wide awake when the sun rose the next morning. Michael sat up right in the path of a beam of sunlight. Michael shielded his eyes, and looked towards Miley's room. He heard some moving around, and figured that she was already up. Still partially asleep, Michael walked over to her room, his socked feet barely making any noise walking on the wooden floor. Michael reached for the door, but noticed that the door was unlocked and was opened enough so that you can look in. Knowing that he was going to regret it. Michael decided to look inside. And there he saw her.
Miley sat there in a towel, covering her body, her hair still soaking wet from her just getting out of the shower. Michael just watched in amazement while she just sat there, combing her hair. Michael never saw such a beautiful sight. Miley stood up, and made a motion as if she was going to remove her towel, and Michael knew that she didn't have on any type of clothing under that damp towel. Michael snatched his head away, and knew that as much as he wanted to keep watching, he knew that he shouldn't. He tip toed to the bathroom, and shut the door. He ran the water, and splashed some on his face in an attempt to remove the heat from his face.
I feel so guilty. Michael thought to himself. Miley is one of my closest friends, and I shouldn't be thinking about her like that. She is a girl, though. A very cute girl. A very cute girl that has a very nice figure. Wait, I have to stop thinking about her like this...
"Michael, can you help me in here?" Miley asked, knocking on the door, and jerking him from his thoughts. Michael sighed, and went into her room. When he got there, he got both a pleasant and unpleasant surprise. Michael saw that Miley was not only in some blue bra and panties, but she was at the same time struggling to keep her bra on.
"Michael, can you please strap my bra on?" Miley asked turning around. Michael struggled to find the right words, or any for that matter, and he knew that he had better shut up, and help her out. He quickly snapped the bra strap together and stepped away from her. Miley turned around, and quickly smiled at her.
"Thanks, Michael." Miley smiled. Michael smiled back and knew that he better get ready for the day as well. He grabbed some clothes, and headed for the nearby bathroom and take a shower.
A cold one, of course.
Michael and Hannah were sitting in a limo, driving to a nearby place for a stage practice before her real performance. Michael was sitting across from Hannah, and Hannah was looking out the window, watching the road race by her.
"Michael, why don't you come sit nest to me?" Hannah said, patting the seat next to her. Michael hesitated, because he knew that if he said no, she would think and know that something was wrong. If he sat next to her, he would be sitting really close to a girl that he really pined for. Michael sighed, and knew what he was going to be forced to do.
"Come on, I won't bite...much." Hannah laughed. She was just kidding, but Michael started to wonder if she really was. Michael quietly, but quickly moved right next to his friend.
"There, now do you feel comfortable?" Hannah asked.
Not really. Michael thought, but he smiled and nodded his head none the less.
Michael was able to sit there, and watch Hannah practice her routine. After she was finished, Michael couldn't help but notice that a few guys were trying to hit on her, and that made his very angry for two reasons. One, he was the one that really cared for her and he wanted to be with her. Two, because he was jealous and he was hitting himself for not thinking about doing that himself. He knew that if he didn't think of doing something soon, he was going to regret it. Michael sighed, and walked back to Hannah's dressing room. Hannah saw him leave, and decided to follow him.
Michael just sat on an empty seat in Hannah's dressing room, a million thoughts going through his head. Michael just stared into the distance, knowing that she was the one that he wanted, and he knew that he couldn't have her. Hannah walked in, and saw that Michael was staring off into the distance, deep in thought.
What is up with him? Hannah thought. It wasn't until Hannah walked over to him that he acknowledged her presence.
"Michael, are you alright?" Hannah asked him in a worried tone. Michael looked at her, and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Michael responded.
"You have been acting weird ever since we were out here." Hannah said. "Do you want to be out here with me?"
"Of course I do." Michael responded, standing up and looking her right in the eyes. "It's just..."
"Just what?" Hannah asked, more curious at what he was going to say right now.
Of course, having a fear of rejection, Michael chickened out. "Nothing, let's go."
"Okay." Hannah said sadly.
Nice going, you big jerk. You've gone and upset her. Michael's mind told him.
As the night began to creep into the sky, Michael was struggling with what to do about his feelings for Miley. If he told her how he really felt about her, she might feel the same way, but the other possibility might be that she rejects him, and that would kill him. He had enough of thinking about this. Michael walked right over to her door, and knocked on it. Miley answered in her pajamas.
"What's up?" She asked.
"Miley, I have something very important to tell you." Michael said.
"Sure, what?" Miley asked him, a slight smile on her face.
"Miley, we have been friends for a while. The thing is that I-"
Michael never got a chance to get out his words, however. Before he could finish his sentence, there was a soft rumbling, and it got louder as whatever was coming hit the cabin. Before they knew it, the whole cabin was knocked around, and the room went dark...
AN: Wow, what in the world just happened! Just keep on reading and find out!