MILEY'S POV
A few weeks has passed since the Jonas Brothers has transferred to Seaview High School and thank god that many of the students grew accustomed to their presence. The amount of fans that followed them around grew lesser and lesser, making it easier for Miley to walk through the halls without wanting to rip her head off at the many shrieks and screams. It was difficult enough that she couldn't go one day without the word, "Jonas" coming out of every girl's mouth.
The girl took a moment to remember her locker combination as she twisted the knob in its directions to her combination, opening it to reveal the insides of her locker. Other than the ripped out picture of Zac Efron from a magazine with red hearts surrounding his face, it contained a white binder and other notebooks for her classes. Just the basic supplies a student should have.
As Miley continued to rummage her locker, her body jolted at the sudden contact from behind as she felt hands resting on her shoulders. "Miley! I am too excited for the party tonight! What color wig should I go with tonight? Do you think Justin Bieber would want Lola Luftnagle to go with a red wig? Purple wig? White wig? Or is that too old looking? I thi-" Lilly's never ending questions was stopped as the brunette placed a hand over her lips.
Miley laughed at her best friend's frantic moment, "If I was Justin Bieber, I'd pick the red wig!" She mimicked his voice, earning a loud cry of laughter from Lily. "Don't forget your mask though since it's a masquerade party!"
"Ugh, now I gotta make sure to that the mask MATCHES with the wig!" The blonde complained, slumping her shoulders in disappointment as the duo started making their way to the school parking lot.
After another agonizing day of school, the girls were just looking for to Justin Bieber's party at the Novo but realized they still had a few more hours to waste so they decided to head to Miley's house so they can rummage for outfit ideas.
When they reached her house, Miley and Lilly were greeted by
Robby Ray, Miley's dad, who was busy stuffing whipped cream in his mouth in the kitchen. "Hey girls, how was school?" The man asked them inaudibly due the overloaded whipped cream but his daughter was able to understand what he asked. "The usual but dad, don't forget to drive us for the party tonight!"
"Oh, I have to go back to the studio tonight, you're going to have to ask Jackson-" Before he could finish sentence, a roaring voice spoke out many no's that echoed throughout the house and Jackson appeared with a desperate expression.
"No! No! No! No! No! I will not drive you to your stupid Bieber party!" He yelled at his younger sister, highly annoyed that he was always left with Hannah Montana duties. Miley knew that Jackson was going to be against in dropping her off so the girl pulled out a $20 bill from her pocket and waved it at his face.
In a blink of an eye, the bill disappeared from her hands and stayed hidden inside his pockets, "Call me chauffeur Jackson." The boy smirked cockily with a fake British accent, bowing down to his sister before running off back to his room. Maybe even dungeon because his "room" is.. something else, comparable to hell in a way.
The three threw their heads back in laughter in how easy Jackson was to convince before the girls headed upstairs to get ready for the night.
It was around 6PM when Miley and Lilly, better yet, Hannah and Lola, finished getting ready yet the party began at 6 also. The drive to LA would last for an hour so to arrive at 7 was perfect. Who in the world arrived at parties on time? Fashionably late was the way to go.
Hannah wore red strapless mini dress paired with golden glitter heels along with a golden embroidered mask. Lola on the other hand wore a black off shoulder dress with white strappy heels to match her white masquerade mask. As soon as the girls did their final finishing touches with their makeup, outfits, and especially their wigs, Jackson drove them to downtown Los Angeles.
The car pulled up to the sidewalk, revealing many celebrities that were also waiting to enter the party with a sideline of paparazzis who took a ridiculous amount of shots, no matter what angle. Miley was welcomed with cameras flashes when she opened her car door, flashing a charming smile at every single one of them. She took a moment to stand by to pose for pictures, making sure that Hannah Montana was the buzz of Bieber's crazy party.
It wasn't long till Lilly grew impatient of the pop star and dragged her friend into the venue, the bass of the music growing louder as they both inched closer inside. The colorful lights were slightly dim to fit the mood of the party, making it a little difficult to recognize anybody. Every single person had on a masquerade mask, even the waiters who were holding trays of appetizers. Other than that, the place was extremely extravagant and beyond their expectations.
"Oh my gosh!" The two squealed to each other with glistening eyes while clasping their hands together. Ironically, Justin Bieber himself passed by them, sending a smile towards Lilly right before he disappeared into the crowd. The redhead froze in her spot before screeching to her best friend's ear but before she could chase him, the girl looked at Miley with puppy dog eyes. "Don't even say anything, just go! " She laughed and pushed her the same direction.
Miley decided to help herself with some snacks at the food table and saw that there was ONE pig in a blanket left on the silver tray. The girl frantically looked for toothpicks and in the processing of poking the snack with her stick, another hand with a toothpick poked through the same appetizers.
The girl's head looked up to meet with a chocolate brown pair of eyes. For some reason, the look in his eyes was enough to make the blonde's knees weak and stomach churn, which she wasn't sure to why her body reacted this way. He wore a complete white tuxedo and slacks with a sleek black tie. His mask was in a similar color palette as his tie: sleek and very black. And his hair held its position with the use of hair wax, making him look very suave.
The two couldn't bring themselves to speak to each other when their sparkling eyes and endless gazes were obviously doing all the talking. At that moment, they didn't notice that the wanted snack was already missing. Flinching at how that was possible, their eyes wandered towards the famous "Fireworks" singer, Katy Perry, who popped the last pig in a blanket into her mouth with a huge grin.
Although they were both disappointed at the results, it didn't take long till laughter escaped from their lips.
NICK'S POV
The boy tilted his head at the blonde, eyeing her up and down before exclaiming, "You're Hannah Montana!" He could tell that the girl was surprised that he was able to recognize her so quickly when her eyes widened in response. "H-how did you know?!" The pop star wondered, waiting for his reply.
Nick wasn't going to tell her that he was a major fan of hers because that would be clearly too embarrassing for him to handle. Instead, he went with the more obvious answer. "How can anybody miss the blonde hair with those cute bangs?" He chuckled at her and her face grew a crimson red across her cheeks. He felt a sense of confidence rush through his body knowing that he was able to compliment the singer. Smooth move, Nick. And this time, no sarcasm in the sentence.
The realization took her a while but Hannah chuckled along with him, "You're right, that IS hard to miss." Taking a cup filled with fruit punch, she brought it to her lips and took a sip as she asked him a question, "Since you already who I am, it doesn't hurt to ask who you are right?" Her bright and gleaming blue eyes were full of curiosity when they landed on his. The blonde took a small step forward towards him to get an answer but unfortunately, tripped on the last one, spilling her cup on his dashing white suit. Nick looked down at his attire, shocked about what just happened. "Ah! I am so sorry! Let me wipe that for you!" She had a panicked expression on her face, looking around for something to wipe the stain but instead tried to wipe it with her own hands.
From the corner of his eye, a white flash from a professional camera went off. "HA! Hannah Montana rubbing a new man, this is gold!" A paparazzi was taking multiple photos of the pair, adjusting himself so that he could get various angles of the shocking event. Nick noticed how uncomfortable Hannah became when the reporter came closer and knew something had to be done.
MILEY'S POV
Sweet niblets! It's the same paparazzi that Miley had previously attacked for taking photos at a party, titling the front page of the newspapers and magazines as, "Hannah's Wild Ride!" The incident backfired to her career slightly but not overpoweringly as the public viewed it as a joke. The pop star herself did plenty of interviews clearing up misunderstandings and soon, the news were forgotten. Seeing him return now and getting caught up in a bad moment once again was something she needed to avoid again. Miley turned away from the camera, slightly biting her bottom lip in humiliation.
She felt a tug on her hand to see that Mr. "Prince Charming" has intertwined their fingers together and seconds later, they were running away through the crowd from the hectic reporter. Miley felt her face heat up as soon as she noticed how firm his grip on her hand was. The girl eyed her hands together then later had her blue eyes daggered on the back of his head. Her expression was clearly very astonished and baffled. A guy she had just met is keeping her safe away from the paparazzi. It was even worse that she spilled fruit punch on his perfect tuxedo but Miley knew that was the last thing on his mind.
NICK'S POV
The two later discovered a bathroom nearby and Nick thought that it would be best if they could hide for now, knowing Hannah must be exhausted running in her heels. The reporter began to lag behind and was not apparent in from his sight so the boy eyed the doorknob, twisting it in a flash and making sure that they were both inside the room. The shuttering noises from the camera gradually faded behind the door, assuming that he had passed by.
They were both trying to catch their breath from the chase, casual glances exchanged between each other but in the end, their lips curved into a smile. "You didn't have to do that, you know.." Hannah started, leaning one arm towards the counter and casually taking off her mask from her face to reveal the rest of her facial features. "How can I not? You looked so helpless back there, I couldn't leave you alone." Nick teased her, walking over to the girl and ruffling her hair a little bit. Although small sweat beads were apparent on her face and strands of her blonde hair were sticking to her cheeks, Nick believed she looked gorgeous. For the most part, her sparkling blue eyes were the one feature that left him speechless. As he was staring at her, the boy felt her specific eyes were familiar to him. Something in his heart told him that he's laid on these pupils before but from what he remembers, he's never met Hannah Montana before!
MILEY'S POV
Strangely, Miley also felt something familiar about his chocolate brown eyes but didn't think too much to it and asked him, "I never got your name though." She was hoping to get his name and number so that she can thank him in the future. Rubbing the back of his neck, the boy let out a small laugh slip from his lips and spoke, "I'm afraid that you put your expectations too high for me." The girl quickly shook her head to his answer, "What you did back there wasn't easy, at least give me a chance to properly thank you in the future."
She saw his hands reach for the back of his hands, loosening the strings that kept the mask on his face. He finally reached for the mask and took it away from his face, setting it aside the counter also.
"The name's Nick Jonas, from the Jonas Brothers."
Please let me know what you guys think for this chapter, I'm rushing to the good parts already but I had fun writing this chapter!
- R.