A/N: Hey guys. Thank you so much for the comments. But to the guest who reviewed basically to tell me they aren't reading this story anymore and it sucks now...um, I'm not really sure why you felt the need to tell me all of that. If you don't like it, then don't read it. I know this story isn't anywhere close to perfect, but I'm doing the best I can here.

A few weeks had passed since the big reveal. Miley was settling back into celebrity life quite nicely, all things considering. The press was still buzzing about her return, though it had started to die down a bit like she had predicted. Even the most incredible of stories become old eventually. She had already began recording for her new album, but was keeping the concerts at a minimum for the time being. And the past day has reminded her why.

She carried two bowls of chicken soup into the living room, noting that Nick and Belle looked a little bit better now. The stomach virus was going around Belle's school. She had picked it up and then Nick had gotten it too. Miley hoped that she didn't get it, but wasn't holding her breath. Somebody had to take care of them, after all.

She handed one bowl to Nick, who gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Miley smiled back and proceeded to place the other on the coffee table. Belle was sprawled out on the couch, huddled underneath a blanket. She hadn't been able to get her to eat anything. But she had to try.

"Baby, you want to try to eat something?", she asked, pressing her palm to the child's forehead. At least, the fever was going down.

Belle just shook her head, her eyes not leaving the television screen. Miley sighed. "Why can't it ever be me that gets sick?"

"You don't have to take care of me, baby", Nick assured her, even as he began to cough.

She rolled her eyes. "Sure I don't. I'm just gonna go get the thermometer and we'll see how close this crap is to being over."

"Sounds good."

Miley went into the kitchen to grab the thermometer when she caught her alter ego's name on the radio. "And yes, Hannah Montana does indeed have a significant other, folks. We'll give you the latest Hollywood gossip when we come back."

She shook her head, slightly curious as to who they were putting her with this time. She always got a laugh out of the gossip that came out about her. Mostly because it was never even remotely true. They couldn't stand the idea that Hannah could actually be happily single, so they were bound to tie her to someone.

Not even bothering to hear the rest, she took the thermometer into the living room.

"How are Nick and Belle feeling?", Lilly asked from the driver's seat.

"A lot better. I just thank God it wasn't the flu", Miley remarked. Dealing with two sick people for two days was one thing, but she really didn't want a whole week of it.

Her friend nodded. "Oh yeah. So, are you excited? This is the best part."

She shrugged thoughtfully. "I guess so. I mean, I'm kind of nervous. But the good kind."

Lilly grinned as she parked the car in front of a bridal shop. "Then, lets do this. Miss bride-to-be."

Miley smiled back and followed her friend into the store. She was immediately bombarded by formals-bridesmaid dresses, flower girl dresses, and a whole lot of wedding gowns. She didn't know where to begin.

"Good afternoon, ladies. Can I help you?", an older woman asked.

Lilly explained all about the wedding. When it was going to be, the possible locations, colors, etc. Miley just continued to gaze at all the beautiful gowns, wondering which one would be the one for her.

The woman helped them select a few different styles for her to try on. A poofy Cinderella-style one. A simple, sleek strapless. And a flowy one with a long train and lace sleeves.

The first one was too princess-y for her liking. It looked more like what Hannah would wear to her wedding, not Miley. The second one fit her well, but it was just so plain. She wanted her dress to have some kind of personality to it. But by the time she had tried the third one on, she was sure that it was the one.

"Miley? You got it on?", Lilly asked from the other side of the curtain.

Then, she walked outside. Her best friend let out a gasp. "Oh my God. It's perfect."

"Like it was made for you", the saleswoman added.

She walked up on the stage with the triple mirrors, the train trailing gracefully behind her. She hardly recognized herself. This was the most beautiful dress she had ever worn in her entire life. And she had worn a lot of them. She looked like she should be on the cover of some bridal magazine.

"This is the one", she breathed.

"I cannot believe you!", the girl shouted, anger flashing in her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do anything without my consent! You have screwed up everything!"

Her partner rolled his eyes. "Last I checked, you weren't my mother. I don't have time to wait for a plan that might not even work. I saw an opportunity and I took it."

She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, then began to speak slowly. "This isn't going to work. You know how I know that? Because none of your idiotic schemes work. You aren't going to break them up from the outside. We've already tried that."

"This time's different", he said, shaking his head. "I have something over her now."

"She has a restraining order against you, moron. You mess with her and you go to jail."

He smirked. "I mess with Miley and I go to jail. That restraining order has nothing to do with Hannah Montana."

"Shit like this is going to be your downfall. I'm telling you, Jake", she said, her tone very serious.

He crossed his arms. "If I go down, you go down too. And you sure as hell won't be getting that favor then."

She suppressed a groan. Like she was going to get it anyway at this rate. "You can't screw this up", she said firmly. "If we must do this, you have to stop putting all your focus on breaking up her relationship. You have to show her that you've changed, and none of that fake bullshit you do. You have to sound sincere. You have to make her realize that she still loves you. That's what it's going to take for this to have a chance."

"I can do that."

"That's not all. You have to win the kid over. Miley will never even consider giving you another chance if you don't. And believe it or not, kids are generally more receptive to people who actually act like they care about them."

He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. "Look, I've got this okay? There's no way I'm going to sit back and let Miley marry some other guy. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Whatever. But just so we're clear, I'm in charge from this point forward or you can do this without my help. And you won't like the results of that."

"What's up with the fancy restaurant?", Miley asked as she and Nick were seated at a private table that night. "Is it some kind of special occasion that I forgot about?"

"Not really. I just thought you deserved it", he shrugged with a smile. "You had to cancel a recording session to take care of me."

"Oh, like you wouldn't have done the same for me. Besides, I would've been too worried about you and Belle to concentrate on my music anyway."

"Well, how did the dress shopping go?", he asked curiously. "Did you find the one?"

She grinned. "Yep. It's absolutely perfect."

"Can I see?"

Miley couldn't suppress a laugh. "Um, no! That's bad luck!"

"I thought it was bad luck if I saw you in the dress. There's nothing that says I can't see the dress itself", Nick pointed out.

She shook her head. "Sorry, baby. I'm not taking any chances. We've finally got Lady Luck on our side and I don't want to risk losing her."

He chuckled. "Okay, if you say so. I guess I'll just have to wait until the wedding."

"I guess you shall", she smiled back. "You know I think Lilly should become a wedding planner. She has been on top of everything. Like things we haven't even talked about. We've already decided on the date, the color scheme, my dress...we still have to pick out Lilly's and Belle's but other than that-we just have to decide on a location."

"Anywhere you want is fine with me", he said, taking a sip of his wine.

Miley crossed her arms, slightly annoyed. That was what he had said about every single aspect of this wedding. She knew guys didn't care as much about all of the details, but dang if she didn't want some help making these decisions.

"What if I want to get married at the city dump?"

His eyes widened a bit before he realized she wasn't serious. "Well within reason, anywhere you want is fine with me."

"Nick, come on!", she urged him. "The only thing we've decided is that we don't want a normal church wedding. That still leaves a million possibilities!"

He sighed. "Okay, okay. What about the beach or something?"

"I liked that idea too, but I don't think my dress will work very well in all that sand."

Nick resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Frankly, he didn't give a damn where this wedding happened. As long as it happened. Then, an idea came to him.

"The park over on Stonewood. They've got that giant gazebo over the river."

Miley's eyes lit up. "Oh, that would be beautiful! I can't believe I didn't think of that."

He smiled, satisfied with his contribution to their wedding. Now, she couldn't say he didn't help.

Miley woke up around one in the morning with a growling stomach. Odd considering she had eaten a huge dinner. Careful not to wake Nick up, she tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes, she grabbed a banana and shuffled into the living room. She turned the TV on, even though it was probably a waste of time. There was never anything on at this hour.

Eating her banana, she flipped through the channels. Really her only hope was there being some awesome old show on. She never understood why they only played old shows at night when most people preferred them to the five hundred reality shows that were on just about every channel. No such luck though.

She finally settled it on ET, figuring she would just turn it off in a minute or two anyway. They were showing pictures of somebody's new baby. Apparently the mother was a Kim Kardashian wannabe and the father was some NFL player. She'd never heard of either of them. Eh, but what did she expect at one in the morning?

Now finished with her snack, she started to turn the TV off when she caught a glimpse of Hannah. Unable to resist any potential gossip about herself, she turned the volume up and plopped back down on the couch.

"ET has confirmed that newly returned singing sensation Hannah Montana is indeed off the market."

Miley rolled her eyes. This again? Seriously?

"We caught up with her new beau who gave us the scoop on their relationship."

"What?", she said aloud. Great. Now, there was somebody pretending to date her. Probably for their ten minutes of fame.

It cut to a talk show and her heart stopped when she realized that Hannah's beau was none other than her ex. No. Way.

"Now you have to tell us, Jake. How did this romance between you and Hannah come about?"

"Well, Hannah and I go way back. Since we were kids, really. And we just re-connected recently. We've always had a lot in common, both of us becoming famous at young ages and everything. We get each other."

Miley couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never dreamed that being Hannah again would leave her vulnerable to something like this. How could she not think about this?

"Miley?"

She turned her head to the sound of Nick's half-asleep voice. "Huh?"

"Why are you up so late?"

"I-I was just hungry", she replied, looking down at the floor. Trying to figure out how she let something like this happen.

"Hey, what's wrong?", he asked, approaching the couch and banging his leg against the coffee table in the process. That appeared to wake him up good.

After spouting off several curse words, he sat down next to her. That's when he noticed Jake being interviewed on TV. "What the hell?"

Miley turned to him, her eyes large and anxious. "Nick, we've got a really big problem."

Uh oh. Looks like there could be some drama coming. Let me know what you think, please! :)