CHAPTER 1

((HEY EVERYONE!!! This is my first Hannah Montana fic…for those who don't know I also write lots of High School Musical fics…you should check them out…im a romance freak…and I always write notes to the readers at the beginning and end of each chapter…but you should always read them because all questions concerning people not understanding things will be answered in them and I do overviews of the next chapters sometimes…I like putting songs at the beginnings of each chapter…not whole songs…just snippets of each…a different song for a different chapter…it will usually have something to do with the story…XOXO, CHRISTINE)

Car overheats
Jump out of my seat
On the side of the highway baby
Our road is long
Your hold is strong
Please don't ever let go oh no

I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
But can they keep it
Oh no they can't

Miley stared at the poster on the boat house door. "Hannah Montana, queen of beauty, queen of fashion, queen of music, queen of acting, QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!! TICKETS ARE SOLD OUT FOR THE APRIL 10TH CONCERT AT THE PALM BEACH ARENA!!!!"

"I'm guessing somebody's a Hannah fan?" Jake Ryan, the over-ego movie star boy asked her walking up.

"You could say that," Miley replied.

"I know her," Jake boasted. "She guest starred on…"

"Your stupid T.V. show," Miley finished for him under her breath.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Oh look, there's Lilly and Oliver!" exclaimed Miley desperate for an excuse to get away from this airhead. "Sorry got to go, BYE!" She hurried away leaving him confused. Girls never did stuff like this to Jake Ryan. He was everybody's desire.

"Jake seems to like to talk to you a lot," Lilly pointed out to Miley. "I think he might like you."

"Oh, ew," Miley grumbled. "That's gross. He's so overconfident and ugly."

"Ugly?" Lilly scoffed. "Did you just say that Jake Ryan is ugly?"
"I don't know what everyone sees in him," Miley began her usual diatribe. "He is self-centered and pig-headed. He's so overconfident, and people only find him attractive because he's been in movies and he's constantly in ever tabloid because he's JAKE RYAN! The whole world fawns over him because of some talent he doesn't have. He's not even that good at what he does! I do it better than him! He's ugly, annoying, mean, over-egoed…"

"Don't forget insufferable know-it-all," Oliver added, yawning, bored of hearing the same thing every day.

"You all think this is funny, and you all sit here and worship him!" Hannah yelled, "but I don't! I'm the only one who sees the real Jake Ryan!" She snatched her purse and stomped away.

"She likes him," Oliver declared.

"More like loves him," Lilly boredly added. "She just hasn't seen it yet."

Miley was prepping to leave for her concert that evening. She was throwing all of her crap in the car when Robbie Ray Stewart, her manager, but most importantly, her father, passed by her reminding her, "Jake Ryan has a guest appearance tonight at the concert so you'll have someone to hang out with before and after."

"WHAT?!" Miley screamed. "DADDY! YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THIS!"

"Yes I did, last week, while you and Lilly were watching Zombie Slayer boy on the T.V, and you were making fun of him. I said, Oh, Miley, speaking of Jake, he'll be making a guest appearance at your concert next week. You said okay and waved me off."

"I WAS PREOCCUPIED! I WASN'T LISTENING TO WHAT YOU WERE SAYING! I DIDN'T FULLY COMPREHEND THE FACT THAT I WOULD BE FORCED TO LOOK AT HIM AND TALK TO HIM! THIS IS SO UNFAIR! I'LL DIE!"

"You will not die, Miles, you'll be just fine. Remember, if you act the same way you do towards him at school, he might get suspicious. Pretend like you and he are friends."

"How about I ignore him?" Miley suggested hopefully.

"Out of the question," Mr. Stewart assured her. "You will act friendly, or else there will be some serious consequences young lady."

"Ooookay," Miley surrendered. "I'll be nice."

HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM

We haven't met
And that's okay
'cuz you will be asking for me one day
Don't want to wait
In line
The moment is mine believe me
Don't close your eyes
Cuz it's a chance worth takin'
And I think that I can shake it
I know where I stand
I know who I am
I would never run away when life gets bad
It's everything I see
Every part of me
Don't I get what I deserve
I got nerve (I got I got I got)
Electrified I'm on a vibe
Getting together we're on fire
What I said you herd
Now I got you spinning
Don't close you're mind
The words I use are open
And I think that I can show you
I know what you like
I know what you think
Not afraid to stare you down until you blink
It's every thing I see
Every part of me
Gunna get I what I deserve
I got...
I got nerve

As the crowd began to roar Hannah used her divine acting skills to act excited about their "guest". "NOW EVERYONE PLEASE HELP ME GIVE A BIG WELCOME TO A VERY GOD FRIEND OF MINE…A SPECIAL GUEST WHO WILL BE HERE WITH US TONIGHT…YOU KNOW HIM AS A ZOMBIE SLAYER…I KNOW HIM AS ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS…JAKE RYAN!!!" She had a hard time avoiding gagging while saying the rehearsed lines her dad made her recite at least one hundred times before hand. He was afraid she would blow it, creating a lot of unfriendly press and rumors, ruining the nice and wholesome Hannah image. He didn't want his daughter being a snobby bitchy teen famous drama queen.

Jake strolled on stage, coolly and collectively, acknowledging the crowd with a casual wave of his hand while striking his irresistible Jake Ryan smile, causing girls all around the globe both at the concert and watching it on television to feel faint. Hannah tried to suppress her look of disgust, blessing her acting skills as she did so.

Jake grabbed the microphone from her striking an even bigger smile straight towards her. She looks like Miley he thought to himself. "THANK YOU SAN FRANCISCO!" he shouted into the microphone. "YOU HAVE ALL BEEN A GREAT AUDIENCE TONIGHT BOTH FOR ME AND FOR MY BEST FRIEND, HANNAH! IT'S BEEN GREAT SEEING YOU ALL, BUT BEFORE I GO, I HAVE A SMALL FAVOR TO ASK YOU. I NEED YOU TO HELP ME PERSUADE HANNAH TO SING HER FIRST EVER HIT! PLEASE! SING BEST OF BOTH WORLDS FOR US HANNAH! PLEASE!" The audience had begun to beg with him. This, obviously, was rehearsed, every second of it. And, because it was corny, she gave in easily.

Oh yea
Come on
You get the limo out front
Have the styles, every shoe, every color

Yea when you're famous it can be kinda fun
It's really you but no one ever discovers

In some ways you're just like all your friends
But on stage you're a star

You get the best of both worlds
Chillin' out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both worlds

The best of both worlds

You go to movie premiers (is that Orlando Bloom?)
Hear your songs on the radio
Livin' two lives is a little weird
But schools cool cuz nobody knows

Yea you get to be a small town girl
But big time when you play your guitar

You get the best of both worlds
Chillin' out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both
You know the best of both worlds

Pictures and autographs
You get your face in all the magazine
The best parts that you get to be whomever you wanna be

Yea best of both
You go the best of both
Come on best of both

Who would have thought that a girl like me
Would double as a superstar

You get the best of both worlds
Chillin' out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it altogether and you know that it's the best of

You get the best of both worlds
Without the shakin' the hair
You can go anywhere

You get the best of both girls
Mix it altogether
Oh yea
It's so much better cuz you know you've got the best of both worlds

Miley finished, grudgingly grabbed Jake's hand, and took a bow with him. She questioned why he needed to take a bow when all he did was go out on stage and be an airhead. She was the only one who did something worth while, requiring actual pure talent.

"We have got to have somebody else write a better script for us," Jake declared once they were off stage. "That was quite lame."

"Yeah," Hannah agreed attempting half-heartedly to be nice.

"I say we write it next time."

"Next time?" Hannah asked confused. "Who said there'd be a next time? This was a one-time thing. You are a one time guest."

Hannah enjoyed the look on his face. It was hurt. He didn't understand why she was being so mean to him. They used to be friends before he had gone off to public school, before he had tried to be normal. Many people thought that was a dumb thing to do and were of the opinion stars were above public school. He never had seen Miley as that type of person, nor did he want to.

"I'm going to change out of these clothes," she told him. "See you in a few minutes."

She looks like Miley and has the same attitude towards me as Miley, he thought to himself.

Lilly was waiting for Miley in her dressing room. "Lilly, I'm trying my hardest, I really am. I just can't be nice to him. I hate him so much!"

"Then you aren't trying," Lilly wisely replied. "You're a famous actress for crying out loud. Act. Do your job. And anyways, if you'd set aside your Mileyness for five minutes and actually talk to him you might not hate him so much. Hannah Montana should have an open mind."

"You sound like my dad," Miley informed her.

"Well your dad and I are right."

Miley changed into a red jeweled cami and a pair of black sweats, her usual after-concert wear. She pulled her wig into a messy bun, a technique she had taken years perfecting. She wasn't going to make herself look all formal and pretty just for Jake. She had no care for what she looked like around a guy like him.

He was attacking the fruit bowl when Miley stepped up to him. Her dad was making her hang out with him all night instead of Lilly. "Hey," Miley said with a forced smile.

Even in clothes like that she looks like Miley, Jake noticed. They both look astonishing. "Hi," Jake said nervously. He finished his pineapple. "So…"

"Um, how's the movie going?" Miley had no choice but to ask. It was the proper thing to do. She had to act interested.

"It's going great," said Jake. "Almost done." Miley noticed he didn't seem to keen to talk about it. "So um, how about you? Any movies or shows coming up?"

"Just tours," Miley sighed. "It's sort of annoying how it'll take me out of school for two weeks."

"School?" asked Jake wonderingly. "You go to school? I thought you had a traveling tutor."

"Well…um…I have a tutor but she doesn't travel, anymore," Miley lied nervously. "She's…um…she's getting old, but I've known her forever, and she can't be replaced."

"Oh," said Jake. "So Mil…I mean Hannah…" Did I just almost call her Miley? Jake asked himself incredulously. I cant believe I just did that.

Oh my gosh, did he just call me Miley? Hannah asked herself in terror. No, I must have been imagining it. No. No. How would he know, anyways? I'm imagining things. "So…um…how's public school?" she asked for the save. "Is it…err…fun?"

"If you can call school fun," answered Jake. "It's okay, I guess, definitely different from home schooling." Miley noticed his face had turned red.

The night sluggishly passed by, and finally at 1 am, Robbie Ray, Miley, and Lilly were able to leave and go back to the Stewart Residence, changing back into their normal, actual selves.

((So there's chapter 1!!! Tell me how you like it!!! Reviews please!!! All ideas are welcome!!! The song at the beginning is Secret by Maroon 5…I don't own it…nor do I own Hannah Montana…XOXO, CHRISTINE))