MIKAYLA'S POV
"Mikayla, over here!", "Look at the camera!" I hear paparazzi shouting at me as I walk down the street. Giving them a sweet smile, I pause for a moment and pose for all their cameras. Seeing the store that I want to go into, I break free of them and hear the paparazzi and fans that have gathered calling after me that they love me. I swell with pride to hear that. I have everything I could ever want and couldn't be happier.
Thanks to a stupid mistake from Hannah Montana, I am now the most famous and loved pop star on the planet. I haven't heard from her since, which is good thing. I don't need her on my mind downing my good, actually great, mood. As if she's reading my mind, my manager, Margo, says "Stop think about that Montana girl. It's all about you now". "Damn right," I reply, "this is my world now."
Walking around the store, I can't seem to shake Hannah Montana from my mind. I begin getting frustrated with myself. I shouldn't even be thinking about her! Not in the mood to shop anymore, I tell Margo that I'm ready to go. Looking upset, she sighs and says "Fine. But you better listen to me Mikayla: Whatever is bothering you-forget it. Your first sold out tour starts next week and you need to be concentrated on that!"
Rolling my eyes at her, I push past my manager and climb into the limo waiting for me. "Take me to Hannah Montana's house", I demand of the driver. He tells me that he doesn't know where she lives, but does know the location of her manager. "Fine, take me there." Knowing that the drive might be long, I pull out my phone and do a Google search of Hannah Montana. It's all old news, seeing as how no one has heard anything from her since she was in that car accident that killed two people. For some reason though, reading all the headlines makes my eyes water as I struggle to hold back tears.
"Okay, we're here Mikayla." The voice of my limo driver brings me out of my deep concentration and I look out the window to see a cute beach house. "Weird," I thought to myself, "I always figured that the manager of what used to be the most famous girl on Earth would have a huge mansion." After staring at the mansion for a while, I finally decide to go up to the door and knock. It takes a few seconds, but eventually the door opens.
"I see you shaved your mustache" I joke with the man who is clearly Hannah's manager. He doesn't smile at me, just slowly asks me what I'm doing at his home. Understanding that this isn't the time to joke, I politely ask him if I can see Hannah. "I don't think she wants to see you right now." he replies. I beg him that I just want to see her and promise I won't be rude to her. He takes a moment to think, but in the end invites me in while he goes to ask her if she wants to see me.
Sitting down on the couch, I begin to observe his living room. I take notice of all the guitars, the beautiful piano, and the countless pictures of Hannah Montana. I grab one of the pictures where Hannah is standing next to a brown haired young male. As I look closer I notice that the man is one of the two that was killed when Hannah hit their truck. Hearing someone come down the stairs, I quickly put down the picture and look to see who it is. I see Hannah's manager carrying a brown haired girl down the stairs. Not being able to get a good look at her because of the way she's being carried, I patiently wait for him to finish bringing her down.
Once I'm able to get a clear view of her, I gasp seeing how beautiful she is. I ignore the fact that one of her legs has a cast on it and concentrate on her beautiful face. Once he sets her down, I get a really good look at her. Those eyes, where have I seen those eyes? Finally deciding that she has the same color eyes as Hannah, I ask her if she's her sister. She averts her eyes from my gaze, and her eyes fill with tears as she mutters that she doesn't want to talk about her, or at least that's what I think she said.
"Please, I need to know about her." I beg. She doesn't respond, but I notice tears falling out of her eyes and her body starts to shake as she starts to cry. Hannah's manager, who I completely forgot was standing there, quickly drops to his knees in front of her and wraps her in a hug. He whispers comforting words to her, and I sit there awkwardly not knowing what it was that I did that could have made her cry. I don't even know her!
When she finally finishes crying, her manager turns to me and says "Mikayla, call me Mr. Stewart. I'm gonna leave you and Miles here while I go run some errands." I being to protest, because I don't want to be left alone with this clearly emotionally unstable girl, but before I can, he walks out the door, thus leaving me alone with his daughter. She looks deep into my eyes and I wait for her to say whatever it is she has on her mind. I can see her gears spinning, so I don't pressure her. Finally she opens her mouth and says "Well, what are you here to tell me?" I told her that I'm actually here to see Hannah Montana. "I know. So what are you here for?" "Huh?" I ask her. "I'm Hannah. Don't you recognize me? I only wore a wig so I could get some privacy. My real name is Miley Stewart. "
"Wow" is all I can manage to say. I knew I recognized her eyes! Noticing that she's starting to cry again, I quickly get up and move over to where she is. I wrap my arms around her awkwardly and tell her that everything is going to be okay. Where is this coming from? I'm supposed to hate Hannah Montana! "No, it's not! I wish everyone would stop saying that. They don't know what I've been through, they don't know that I killed my brother!" she shouts at me through her tears. Taking what she told me, it now makes sense. The guy in the picture with Hannah is her brother, or was her brother, until that car accident.
Pulling the girl onto my lap, I continue to hold her as she cries. My heart aches for her. How can I hate someone that's gone through so much? I feel disgusted towards myself. Taking note of the fact that she can't walk right now, I make a mental note to ask her about that later. But for now, I make it my goal to help this girl, this beautiful girl who I once hated but now sits on my lap, completely broken down.
AN: School started today, so I figured I would post this chapter today. I'm working on the next chapter right now. I only have 4 classes this year, so that opens up a lot of time to write, especially since I've already been accepted to the college I want to go to so I don't have to worry about applying and such. Reviews are greatly appreciated and I hope to post the next chapter very soon!