A couple days have passed since Hannah Montana's concert. Robby Ray and Jackson had already headed back to Malibu, thus leaving the sulking brunette all alone with her aunt.

Robby Ray did notice his baby girl was a bit more down than usual, but Jackson assured him she was just bummed about not being able to hang out with Lily and Oliver. For a moment there he even considered letting her out of her misery and cutting this visit short, but then he'd have to deal with an angry Aunt Gloria and that didn't sound very appealing. Besides, it would be good for the girl to get to know her mother's sister better. They sure would have a lot to talk about. So with Gloria and Robby Ray still clueless to the brunette's real reason for the sulking, the Stewart men went back home.

Miley hasn't as much as left the house since she got there. All she did was watch tv, play children's tunes on her guitar, because all the girl could play when she was either extremely bored or bummed were silly songs like 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star', and mope. A lot. And that's no way for a teenage girl to spend her summer, really. She just wished time would fly by and she could go back home already.

"Aunt Gloria, where should I put the mail?" Miley yelled as she walked inside the house on this sunny morning. The mailbox was the farthest away from the house she's being since the concert.

"I'm in the living room, honey. You can bring it here." Her aunt yelled back from the other side of the house.

As Miley carried the catalogs and envelops to the living room she couldn't help but notice the Victoria's Secret catalog in the midst of the mail.

'Okay, I so did not need to see this in Aunt Gloria's mail.' She thought as she widened her eyes and made a 'yuck' face.

As she got to the living room she saw her aunt was sitting on a chair and reading a book.

"I got it, sweetie. Thank you." She said as she took the mail from Miley's hands.

Miley just sat down on the couch and looked outside the window. The girl was really bored. She had only been there for two days, hasn't met anyone her age yet and there was nothing to do around the house. That and the fact she was still heartbroken about what happened in the dressing room.

"Oh dear! This is certainly not mine." Her aunt laughed as she held up the Victoria's Secret catalog. "The mailman must have mixed up the house numbers. I'll take it next door later."

"I can take it Aunt Gloria." Miley jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house and do something. Well, taking the mail next door doesn't exactly qualify as fun, but it was something to do nonetheless.

"No need darling. I'll do it later." She smiled at her niece.

"It's no problem, really." The brunette smiled back and took the catalog from her aunt.

"Okay then, sweet pea. It's right next door, the house on the right." Gloria chuckled at the girl's eagerness. She was happy to see her niece actually excited about something. Truth be told, she was feeling a bit guilty for keeping the girl in Albuquerque for the summer, no matter how much Robby Ray insisted the girl was more than happy to do so.

"Okay! Be right back." Miley gave her a toothy smile and turned to leave.

The girl got out of the house and started to walk towards the next one on the right. It was a huge white house. It was way bigger than her aunt's, which would already qualify as a mansion in Miley's opinion. As the girl walked past the fancy gates and continued on the long path to the front door she couldn't help but notice the beautiful fountain in middle of the courtyard.

Miley went up the stairs on the front porch and looked for the doorbell. She rang it and turned around to look at the garden as she waited.

The doors opened a few moments later and Miley started speaking with a very friendly voice as she turned around.

"Hi. I live right next door and this was in my mail. I think this belongs to…" She abruptly paused when she looked at the person who answered the door.

'Sweet niblets...' was the only thought that passed through her mind before it shut down for a minute or so.

The same blonde that she couldn't stop thinking about since she came to this city stood before her.

'This cannot be happening. It's too good to be true! I mean, what are the odds?' Her cheeks immediately turned pink as she stumbled with her words, resulting in a not so attractive stuttering.

"T-This was… To my… And I… Hi." She had the goofiest smile on her face as she pretty much sighed the last word.

"Hi." Sharpay said with a raised eyebrow.

'Say something you doughnut! Don't just stand here smiling! Anything! Just open your mouth and let the words come out.' Miley scolded herself.

"We're neighbors." The brunette said with a smile. 'Dork!'

"I figured that much."

"Right, cause I already said that. So, do you live here? Well obviously you do, that was a dumb question." Miley said nervously. "Oh, and we've never met. Even if I may look or sound familiar this is the first time we're seeing each other. Really. Believe me, I'd have remembered you." Miley widened her eyes and cursed herself mentally. "Not in the freakish stalker kinda way, I..." She blushed even harder.

Sharpay just smirked at her. She couldn't help but find the girl adorable. 'Especially when she is stumbling with her words.' The blonde thought, a little surprised that she'd find such a strong southern accent cute on someone. But on her, it just added to the overall cuteness.

"I'm just gonna shut up." Miley said embarrassed.

"I'm Sharpay Evans." The blonde offered a smile.

"Miley. Stewart."

"Miley. That's a… different name." She chuckled. 'Pretty.'

"Oh, like yours isn't?" Miley said with her thick southern accent.

"Fair enough." Sharpay said with a giggle.

Miley just smiled dreamily at that. 'Such a cute laugh.'

"So Miley, how come I've never seen you around?" The blonde pondered.

"I actually live in Malibu. I'm just here for a few days."

"Oh." Sharpay's smile faded.

'Does she look disappointed or is it just wishful thinking?' Miley thought, deciding the later was more likely.

"So what are doing here in Albuquerque?"

"I'm just visiting a relative. My daddy kinda forced me come." Miley rolled her eyes.

"Don't like the relative you're staying with?" The blonde asked with sympathy.

"Aunt Gloria is nice. It's just boring because she lives alone."

"Shar! Troy is on the phone for you!" Someone yelled from inside the house.

"Tell him I'm busy and I'll call back later!" The blonde yelled back.

Miley smiled. Sharpay was ignoring this Troy person to keep talking to her. But a few seconds later the person yelled again.

"He said it's kinda urgent!"

Sharpay sighed and rolled her eyes.

"It's okay. My aunt is probably wondering where I am. I better go too." Miley said to make Sharpay feel a bit better.

"Okay…" Sharpay looked at Miley with an apologetic smile.

"Bye." Miley smiled and then turned to leave. She wanted to ask the blonde if she could see her again, but decided against it, not wanting to freak her out more than she already have.

"Miley…" The blonde called.

Miley quickly turned around. 'Maybe she's not that freaked out.'

"Yes?"

"My mail." Sharpay smirked at her.

"Oh, right. Here." Miley blushed as she handed her the catalog. She had totally forgotten about it.

"And… Maybe we can hang out sometime?" Sharpay asked hopefully.

"I'd like that." Miley gave her a big toothy smile and then turned to walk back to her aunt's house.

"Shar!" The person called again from inside the house.

"I'm coming Ryan! Stop yelling!" The blond yelled angrily and went inside.

"Who was that?" Her brother curiously asked as he handed her the phone.

"None of your business." She winked and snatched the phone from his hands.

"Meanie..." Ryan pouted and muttered as he walked back to his room.

Back outside the house Miley was slowly making her way back to Aunt Gloria's house. She had the biggest smile on her face for a minute but then the conversation came flooding back in her head. Her smile fell and she buried her face in her hands.

"Sweet nibblets! Ya sounded like a retard! I... Uh… Uhm… Duh!" She mocked herself doing her best imitation of Ed, the hyena from The Lion King.

She sighed and kept walking.

"I can't believe this." The brunette scolded herself. "But it's okay, you'll have another chance to make up for it. Right now I just wanna forget that-" The brunette started but was interrupted by her phone ringing.

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about
Felt like I couldn't breathe
You asked what's wrong with me

"Are ya kidding me?" Miley yelled looking up to the sky.

She huffed and answered the phone, stopping the ringing.

"Yeah, Lily? What? No, I'm not mad at you. I'm just-" She kept talking as she got inside the house.


to be continued.



Hello!

So yeah, I finally decided to update this story. Sorry about taking so long, but it's because I (insert lame excuse here). lol

Seriously, I'm so sorry for making you guys wait this long. But thank you for keeping reviewing and adding it to your favorite! That's what keep me going, just so you know.

Now, I plan to update 'Into The Wood's next, but I have like this major fic idea in my head that I just need to do. Not sure about the pairing yet. Maybe Gabriella x Sharpay (otp! yay!), or maybe a Demi x Selena (I've been wanting to write one of those), Galinda x Elphaba (I just love those two and the concept would be perfect for them), Mitchie x Tess (cute cute cute!) or another pairing I like! I was thinking about writing a Troypay too but I'm kinda afraid I'll suck at that. The love the pairing so much I don't wanna mess up. lol

Anyway, I don't know which one will happen first. So check back soon! Not sure exactly how soon, but I'll let you in a little secret. It's been scientifically proved that a lot of reviews help authors update faster. I'm sure you know exactly what to do with that information.

Please, please, please review!

Lots of love,
Nini

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own High School Musical or Hannah Montana. Nor do I own the song 'See You Again'. But like, seriously, do people actually think we might own this stuff? lol