AN: Well, after a little hiatus from this story, I am back to writing this one. Since then, the storyline with Miley in the show has changed. For the sake of the story, Miley is still Hannah here. Enjoy.

Chapter Six: A Story and A Prank

Michael awoke the next morning, and felt really stiff. In more ways than one, of course. When he tried to move, he soon found out that Miley had snuggled herself against him. Michael felt his face grow red and flustered. He had to get out of this situation, and quick before she woke up. He tried to move his leg, but soon gave up when he found out that her legs were wrapped around his tightly, and they weren't going to be moving anytime soon. Upon further inspection, Michael found out that her hand was close to dangerous territory. That was enough for him, he HAD to move before something else happened.

"Mmmm..." Miley moaned softly, moving closer to him, and her hand traveling south even more. Man, to be a ghost right now...

Michael managed to remove her hand, and now he was working on slipping his leg out of her grasp.

"Come on." Michael whispered to himself. With one big yank, he managed to get out of her grasp, but caused himself to fall to the floor in the process.

"Ow. Well, that could have gone better." Michael told himself. Pulling the cover back over his sleeping girlfriend, Michael gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into the bathroom.

Michael was sitting on the bed, surfing through the channels, and by blind luck, he managed to discover a channel that was showing a marathon of The Three Stooges.

"Nice." Michael whispered as to not disturb Miley who was still asleep right next to him. Michael began to laugh softly, just as Miley began to stir right next to him. She batted her eyelashes for a few seconds, and looked at him with a sleepy smile on her face.

"Why hello sleeping beauty, what are you doing up?" Michael asked in a nice tone of voice.

"Hi yourself." Miley answered back, sitting up. "So, what are we going to be doing today?"

"Well, since you don't have to practice for a while, I thought that we might go out on the town today, you know, have a little breakfast, and then see what else we can get into." Michael said.

"Alright, let me get ready and we can get going." Miley said, kicking off the sheets, and heading into the bathroom. Michael smiled, and continue to watch TV.

As Michael and Hannah (Miley was wearing her wig, but with a hood up) was sitting in a restaurant eating breakfast, they were having a conversation about what Michael used to do before he moved out to Malibu. See, Michael lived in a town called Jennings, a suburb of St. Louis. Miley heard her boyfriend mention the town briefly as he was now living in Malibu. She could tell that by the way that Michael was talking about the town that he loved the town that he grew up in, but he also mentioned that it was basically 'scenic nowhere', in his words.

"So, what did you do for fun as you were out there?" Hannah asked him.

"Well, what me and my friends did was basically anything we could do to stop ourselves from dying of boredom." Michael said. "See, basically with me was that I had such good grades, I didn't go to school all day. So I finished my homework early, and went home and sat in my room until my friends got out of school."

"So what did you and your friends do?" Hannah asked him.

"Anything and everything." Michael said with a laugh. "Oh, one of my friends, Brandon got a rental car, and basically what he did was trash the thing."

"What?" Hannah asked in total disbelief. "Did he have to pay for the damages?"

"That's the thing, he paid for insurance, so basically he didn't have to." Michael said with a smile. "I had no idea what he did to it, and when he brought it to my house, the windshield was cracked, and it was pretty much tilting one way.

"Wow, what else happened?" Hannah asked him.

"Well, my other friend Fred thought that it was going to be a real funny idea to try to set the radio on fire." Michael said.

"Did he succeed?" Hannah asked again.

"Oh yeah, he got the radio on fire, just the entire car went up as well." Michael laughed.

"What?" Hannah laughed.

"That's not the end of the story, though." Michael continued. "See, my sister was a detective, and just as the car went up, she pulled in front of the house. So, because the car caught on fire in front of my house, I had to explain the fire to the cops, the fire department, and my big sister and brother."

"What did you tell them?" Hannah asked him.

"I told them that I didn't cause that fire, and left it alone." Michael answered her.

"That was it? You told him that you didn't cause that fire, and nothing happened?" Hannah asked him in total disbelief.

"No, Marie and Charles chewed me out good for letting that happen in front of the house. Charles laughed real good about that as soon as Marie left. Man, those were the days." Michael said with a smile. Hannah smiled back, laughing as he continued on.

As the evening time went on, Michael was watching TV as Miley was in the shower. Wanting to get some fresh air. Michael went outside, and took in some of the Florida air. Dressed in nothing but his sweats and a t-shirt, he felt something on his feet. He looked down, and saw a little frog on his foot. He quickly grabbed it with both of his hands, and just stared at it for a few seconds.

"Hey, little guy, how's it going?" Michael smiled, as if the frog was going to talk back to him. Michael was going to let him go, but he had another idea. Michael crept back into the room, and slowly made his way to the bathroom where Miley was showering. She left the bathroom unlocked in case Michael had to use the bathroom, a decision that she was going to regret soon enough.

In one swift motion, Michael threw the frog in the shower with Miley, and quickly ran out of the bathroom, hoping on the bed, waiting for the scream, and boy did it come...

"AHHHHHH!" Miley shrieked. Still soaking wet, and a towel wrapped around her, she came running out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, holding back a laugh.

"You jerk! Get that thing out of here!" Miley screamed at him.

"Alright, I'll get it." Michael laughed. He ran in the bathroom, got the frog, and let it loose outside.

"There, it's gone." Michael said, turning to her, who was staring daggers at him.

Miley still wasn't pleased with the joke that he pulled on her. That was evident when she came over and stomped on his foot. Michael flinched in pain as she walked away mad.

"Miley! Come on, it was a joke!" Michael called after her.

Well, that went the exact way I wanted to. Michael thought to himself as he threw himself on the bed once again.

AN: Only a few chapters left! Keep reading to see what happens next!