I know, it's been ENTIRELY too long since my last story. But this is in planning. I hope you don't get mad at me for the cliffhanger... I don't own Hannah Montana or any of the characters!
Miley came home from school with her two friends Lily and Oliver.
"Hey Mr. Stewart."
"Hey Mr. Stewart," they said as the plopped down in front of the TV.
"Hey, kids. Did anything happen at school today?"
"Yes sir," Lily spoke up. "We have an assignment. We have to help someone build something."
Miley spoke next, "Lily and I are going to help Lily's next door neighbor Mrs. Walker. She needs help building a fence for her new dog." Miley walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a three sodas.
"Yeah," Lily said unenthusiastically, "that ought to be a joyous time. But, it shouldn't be terrible. Her hot nephew's going to help us."
"I don't know if I like 'hot nephews' hitting on my little girl," I said.
"Oh, don't worry daddy, he's just for looks. He's actually a huge nerd at heart."
"Well, that's a kind thing to say," Oliver said. "Just because he's a nerd doesn't mean he's not cool. I mean yeah, he lives on Earth of Elfcraft, but he is on the football team."
"Good for you Oliver," I congradulated him. "Miley, you need to be more like Oliver, he sees the good in people."
"Yeah," Miley said, "and he likes to be paid for setting up his friends with Elfcraft dorks." She went back to the sofa in between Lily and Oliver.
"Well, Oliver, do you have any building projects yet?" I asked him.
"No," he replied. At that moment, a plan popped into my head. It was as if someone threw him a folded piece of paper with every step and every line and tossed it to him. Every detail was explained. Every action was illustrated. It was perfect.
"Well, I do need help building a fire pit in the back yard," I barked out almost too eager.
"Whoa! Really?" He sprang to his feet, "I would love to!"
"Great! You can come over when Miley and Lily go to Mrs. Walker's. Which is when, Miley?"
"Tomorrow on Saturday," She replied. That night, I prepared.