Firstly, I apologize for my lack of updates. Secondly, the chapter title is totally random because I couldn't think of anything to name it. I guess it's referring to Jake and his hot temper. Please enjoy the last chapter of this story and thank you all for reading!

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Chapter 11

Too Hot to Handle

"Excuse me? You and Jake are dating?" Brian asked. Miley's eyes widened. Her brain was too in shock for her to comprehend completely what was going on.

"Um, uh, bye." Miley quickly answered. She roughly dragged Jake away and towards a secluded area. After her shock subsided, she was able to grasp what damage Jake had done. She was tired of him ruining her life all of the time.

"What is wrong with you?" Miley whispered.

"I love you, Miles, can't you see that?" Jake smiled.

"I don't care if you love me, Jake. I don't love you. I love someone else." Miley said angrily, poking the blonde actor in the chest.

"But I'm irresistible!" Jake smiled suggestively, running his hands down his sides in a move that ultimately made him look like a homosexual version of Britney Spears in her earlier years.

"Only to someone desperate." Miley muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Jake asked.

"Nothing. Listen, Jake, you're not irresistible." Miley sighed, running a hand through her blonde wig.

"I don't believe you. I think that you're just not admitting that you have strong feelings for me because you're afraid to get hurt." Jake accused her.

"Yeah, and I'm also an alien from Planet X." Miley laughed coldly.

"Oh my god! I'm dating an alien! That's so…awesome. I swear, I won't tell the press. Okay, I'll tell E! News, but no one else." Jake smiled. Miley's mouth fell open.

"Okay, we're not dating andI was being sarcastic." She explained.

"Whatever. You were just being scarcasmic because you're afraid to admit that you're in love with the irresistibly suave Jake Ryan." Jake smiled. Miley tried not to laugh at the fact that he said suave like 'sue-ave'.

"Firstly, it's sarcastic, not scarcasmic. Secondly, it's pronounced suave, not 'sue-ave'. Thirdly, calling yourself suave is practically an oxy moron." Miley corrected him.

"Did you just call me stupid?" Jake asked. Miley sighed; she was getting fed up with Jake's ignorance. First sarcastic, then suave, and now oxy moron.

"No, an oxy moron is a figure of speech that contradicts itself." Miley explained.

"Um, okay?"

"Listen, Jake, I don't know what was going through your head, but I'm sure that it was some sort of poorly thought out last minute plan when you decided to kiss me. But no matter what you say, I'm going to tell the reporters that we're not really dating." Miley sighed.

"Urgh, you're such a…axy boron!" Jake yelled, stomping his foot.

"You mean oxy moron."

"Stop calling me stupid!" Jake growled.

"Sweet niblets. Jake, did it ever cross your mind that when Oli—Mike told Brian he loved me that there might be a chance that I loved him back?" Miley asked.

"No."

"And why not?"

"Because you're in love with me." Jake smiled.

"For heaven's sake, Jake, I'm not in love with you!" Miley screamed. After saying it, she instantly regretted it. The whole restaurant heard her, including the bundle of reporters that had gathered at the entrance.

"Miley, what are you doing? My reputation can't take this kind of blow!" Jake reprimanded her, but not quiet enough to prevent the many reporters from hearing him. Miley was shocked. All that talk about how much he loved her, yet all he cared about was his dumb rep.

"Too bad. I'm leaving!" Miley huffed, speeding out of the restaurant. The second she left the premises, she was flocked by at least three dozen reporters.

"Miss Montana, please explain what is going on!"

"Hannah! Can you please tell us what's happening with your love life?"

"Hannah! America must know, do you prefer Jake or Mike?"

But Miley just ignored them all and got into her limo. She instructed her driver to take her home; she'd had enough drama for one night.

HMHMHM

Brian smiled happily. He had just gotten a call from his manager saying that their ratings were skyrocketing. While all of the other reporters followed Hannah out of the restaurant, he stayed there in hope of getting a word out of Jake.

The teen actor was currently leaning against a wall, talking quietly into his phone. Brian seized the opportunity and snuck behind a tree near him, camera and microphone in tow. He could hear little snippets of Jake's conversation and made sure the camera did as well.

"I don't care what you do, just fix this…I have an image to uphold, and this didn't help it…No, why?…Yes, I love her…What do you mean I don't know what love is?…I know, I'll get back together with Mikayla…Because it will fix my image, that's why."

Brian smiled, this was gold. Once this hit the air, the teen world would no longer swoon at the sight of Jake Ryan. After all, bringing down people's reputations was all a part of his job.

Brian snuck away from Jake. When they were a good distance away, he began suggesting to his cameraman that they finish for the night. But in the middle of his sentence, he was cut off by someone screaming.

"Don't do it, Jake!" They yelled. Brian looked at the entrance of the restaurant and saw Mike Standley standing at the entrance, looking out of breath. He silently signaled for his cameraman to go on air.

"What are you talking about?" Jake yelled from his side of the dining area.

"I'm talking about you trying to stop Hannah from saying what she has to say and hurting her physically, emotionally, or socially!" Mike answered, looking a bit angry. Brian turned to the camera and mouthed "Social danger?"

"Sorry, buddy, but that already happened." Someone called out.

"What?! You mean I'm too late? What did he do? I swear, when I get a hold of that little blonde sack of drama I will—"

"You'll what?" Jake asked, walking over to Mike and poking him in the chest. Mike rubbed the place where Jake's finger had jabbed him.

"I will have a serious talk with him!" Mike smiled, trying to calm the angry star.

"I know that's not what you were going to say. Tell me the truth, lover boy!" Jake yelled, pushing Mike.

HMHMHM

"…and then I left." Miley sighed, collapsing on Lilly's couch after her long-winded explanation. She had gone straight to her best friend's house instead of going home. She'd known Lilly would want the full story and hadn't felt like explaining it over the phone.

"Okay, so what about Oliver?" Lilly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I sent him there to stop Jake. What did he do?" Lilly asked eagerly, as if this was some TV show instead of Miley's actual life.

"No, Oliver wasn't there. At least he wasn't when I was." Miley sighed.

"Hmm, let's turn on The Hollywood Scoop and see what's going on at Ultraviolet, then." Lilly suggested, grabbing the TV remote and turning it on. Miley groaned and walked to the kitchen, where she grabbed an apple. She wasn't in the mood for TV.

"Oh my god. Miley, come here." Lilly demanded, sounding utterly terrified. Miley rushed over. She saw Oliver and Jake face-to-face, Jake looking angry and Oliver looking scared.

"I know that's not what you were going to say. Tell me the truth, lover boy!" Jake yelled. And to Miley's surprise, he pushed Oliver so hard that Oliver stumbled back quite a few feet.

"Uh oh. Lilly, please tell me that you think Oliver can take him!" Miley asked, looking pleadingly at her best friend.

"I'd love to say yes, but Jake has Oliver beat. If you didn't recall, he's been training for his next movie for the past few weeks. And I hate to break it to you, but his movie is about boxing." Lilly said uneasily.

Miley looked nervously at the screen. Even though Oliver was relatively strong, he most likely didn't stand a chance against Jake's newly obtained boxing skills.

"Oh, Oliver, please don't try to fight him!"

HMHMHM

"Well, the truth is that I was going to…congratulate you on your new shoes!" Oliver lied, praying that Jake would buy it. He never really had been the smart one.

"Oh, thanks. I really like how they compliment the blue in my shirt and—wait a minute, these shoes aren't even new! Did you think I'd believe that?" Jake yelled, sounding even angrier.

"Well, I was hoping you would." Oliver smiled nervously. This earned him a loud yell from Jake and a fast punch swung in his direction. He quickly ducked to miss it, but no sooner collided with Jake's other fist. It hit him right in the stomach.

"Jake, can we please just talk this out?" Oliver begged. He looked around. Weren't restaurants supposed to have security? Wasn't there police or something on hand?

"It's time to start talking with our fists!" Jake grunted, hitting Oliver's face with a well-aimed punch. Oliver quickly sent a punch flying at Jake's jaw.

"You got a lucky shot. But your luck's all out, Sanders." Jake snarled. It suddenly occurred to Oliver that Jake was using lines from his new movie. Jake tackled Oliver to the ground and punched him repeatedly. Oliver could feel blood rushing out of his nose, and he began screaming for help.

"What do you even see in that little axy boron?" Jake asked, obviously referring to Miley. Oliver wasn't sure why or how what happened next did occur. All he knew was that in some sudden rush of bravery and anger, he pushed Jake off himself and began throwing punches at the egomaniac.

"Never call her that again!" He screamed as he continued his blows, even though he had no idea what an "axy boron" was. The next thing he knew, he was ripped off of Jake by a security guard, still thrashing at him. Jake looked to his left, saw something, and then ran off.

Oliver looked over at what had scared Jake. He saw Brian Winters with his camera aimed at him, a red light showing that he was live on air.

HMHMHM

Miley watched in horror as the show suddenly went to commercial. Oliver had looked at the camera and then it had gone straight for an ad for a cream for athlete's foot. Thousands of questions ran through her head, but she had no one to answer them.

"No! Come back on!" Lilly begged the remote, as if it could magically make the commercials stop and The Hollywood Scoop come back on.

"Do you think he's okay?" Miley asked anxiously. Her question made Lilly stop her begging and think.

"I don't know. His nose was bleeding pretty badly. But did you see him? He just suddenly jumped up and starting pounding Jake!" Lilly smiled, obviously proud of her best friend.

"It looked like Jake said something to him that made him mad." Miley noted.

"I'll check that out later. Ooh! It's back on!" Lilly smiled, pointing at the TV. But Miley wasn't interested anymore. It was just Brian talking about how brutal the fight was. They also showed a clip of Jake talking to his manager on the phone.

"I think I'm going to go home." Miley said absentmindedly, her mind still focused entirely on Oliver. She got up, grabbed her bag, and began her walk home. But somehow, she ended up walking to Oliver's house instead. There were no lights on, meaning no one was home.

She walked up to the front door and knocked, even though she knew no one would answer. She went into the back yard. Oliver had a tree near his window, one with a branch that reached out and almost touched it. On that branch was a swing, most likely put there for Ben. She sat down on it and continued worrying about Oliver.

She heard a car pull up. She quickly ran to the front of the house, where she saw Oliver getting out of a taxicab. His shirt was fairly bloody, but only on account of his previously gushing nose.

He didn't seem to notice her there and began walking towards his door. She wondered whether to show herself, but she decided that Oliver needed help. She rushed out in front of him.

"Miley?" Oliver asked.

"I saw you on TV." Miley blurted. Oliver's face turned slightly pink.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I probably hurt your image."

"Hurt my image? Oliver, I could care less about that. What I really want to know is if you're okay." Miley assured him, causing Oliver's face to become even redder.

"Oh, um, thanks. I think I have a black eye, but I'm not sure. Oh, and my nose was bleeding really badly. It stopped on the ride here. But it's really not that bad." Oliver explained. Miley nodded and helped him inside.

"So, why'd you two start fighting?" She asked as Oliver sat on his couch. She grabbed an ice pack from Oliver's freezer and handed it to him. He hesitantly placed it on his eye.

"Oh, well he caught me saying I was going to do something terrible to him, and then it sort of escaladed from there." Oliver explained. Miley nodded awkwardly and sat down next to him.

"So…" Miley began, but then she trailed off. She knew what she should do. She knew what she wanted to do. She also knew very well how Oliver would react to what she wanted to do. So why couldn't she bring herself to do it?

"So what?" Oliver asked.

"So we have some talking we need to do." She sighed, looking at her fingernails with great interest.

"Okay."

"About the stuff you and I are, um, feeling."

"Mmhmm. This conversation has been postponed a long time. It's kind of weird, isn't it? I mean, we both know, uh, how the other feels, but yet we haven't done anything about it. It's kind of…" Oliver trailed off, realizing how awkward that sentence was.

"Yeah. So, let's get this over with. I know you, uh, love me because you told that to Brian Winters. You know, um, that I love you because my book of guys was in the school newspaper." Miley recounted.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Oliver winced.

"Sorry about what?" Miley asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh, about your book being in the newspaper." Oliver explained. Miley looked at him suspiciously.

"Why would you be sorry about something you didn't have control over?" She asked.

"Um, well, I kind of gave it to Jimmy because I thought it was about what books you liked." Oliver said hesitantly. Miley mouth fell open.

"I am still getting calls from angry guys about what I wrote about them!" Miley yelled, looking uncharacteristically angry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Oliver defended himself. Miley closed her eyes and took a very deep breath.

"It's okay. It was an accident of some sorts. But we're not talking about that right now, we're talking about, uh, us." Miley said, turning the conversation back to its original topic.

"So, since we're talking about feelings and stuff, I guess it would be fitting to say that I am in love with you." Oliver said sheepishly, staring at his shoes.

"And it'd be fitting for me to say that I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with you too." Miley agreed. For some reason, this wasn't how she had imagined this moment to be going. Mainly, she was expecting it to be a lot more romantic. The way they were talking made it almost seem like a casual topic.

"Uh, why does this seem awkward?" She asked, voicing her thoughts. It wasn't that her feelings had changed at all; it was just that the conversation felt uncomfortable.

"I don't know. I guess because we're talking like this is some normal heart to heart, not a really, really important heart to heart." Oliver explained.

"Well maybe we should treat it like it's a really, really important heart to heart, then." Miley suggested. Oliver nodded. He grabbed her hands and looked her straight in the eye.

"Miley. I love you. And not like that best friend love that you and I have for Lilly. I mean like serious love." Oliver smiled.

"You rehearsed that line, didn't you?" Miley asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Only a few times." Oliver confessed.

"Typical Oliver, that's what I love about you. Oh, and I love you with that serious love too." Miley quickly added. Oliver's smile grew bigger.

"So…now what?" He asked.

"You goof; you're supposed to kiss me! Gosh, watch a chic flick for once." Miley sighed.

"Fine, you want me to go cliché? You complete me, Miley." Oliver smiled. He began to lean in. Miley took in a breath, this was it. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers. Her stomach flipped. She didn't know kissing Oliver could ever feel so…perfect. After what seemed like a long time, Oliver pulled away.

"Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at hello." Miley giggled.

HMHMHM

Abby Geller was an average teenager.

She loved the Jonas Brothers, idolized Mikayla, and practically worshipped the ground Hannah Montana walked on. So when the whole drama of the 'Mannah' couple came out, she, as every other teen did, flipped out.

She went online and watched every video of Hannah and Mike together that she could find. She searched for pictures of them, videos of them, and even clues of Hannah's feelings in her songs.

Her best friend, Allison, was just as excited.

They both tore down their pictures of Jake Ryan after watching what happened on The Hollywood Scoop and replaced those pictures with ones of Mike. They joined the official 'Mannah' fan club, a membership that included a free T-shirt with a picture of Mike and Hannah on it.

So when they found out that Hannah, after staying incognito for a whole week, was going to be at the Teenie awards, they flipped out. Who was she going with? Jake? Mike? Lola? Who was she dating? Would she answer any questions?

They were so excited that they made sure to tape The Hollywood Scoop that night, which was covering the entire event. That led to where they were, Abby on the couch and Allison making popcorn.

As Abby watched, she searched for any glimpse of Hannah and who she might be there with. But she came to no prevail; Brian was just interviewing Brad Pitt about his new movie.

"Hey, Ab, do you want Movie Theater Butter or Regular?" Allison asked.

"Movie Theater." Abby called, turning around to tell her best friend. When she turned back around, she screamed on the top of her lungs, causing Allison to spill the popcorn.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked from the other room, trying to clean up the kernels.

"Hannah! She's there!" Abby squealed. Allison quickly shoved the popcorn in the microwave and sprinted over to the couch. Unfortunately, Hannah was no longer on the screen. She looked over at her best friend, whose smile went from ear to ear.

"Who is she with?" Allison asked desperately.

"Mike!" Abby told her. This resulted in the two friends squealing and screaming a bit more. They stopped, however, when Hannah and Mike approached Brian.

"Look! They're holding hands!" Allison frantically pointed out. And it was true; Hannah's hand was intertwined with Mike's.

"Hannah, Mike, great to see you two. Now, it may just be me, but you two look like you might be dating." Brian pointed out.

"It does look like that, doesn't it?" Hannah smiled.

"Just get on with it, Hannah! Tell us if you and Mike are a thing or not!" Abby groaned.

"So, are you and Mike a thing? Or are you still friends?" Brian asked. Abby and Allison held their breaths, their eyes glued to the television in anticipation of Hannah's answer.

"I guess we should be fair and tell you guys. Yes, it's true, Mike and I are dating." Hannah confessed to Brian. Brian began saying something else, but his words were drowned out by the screaming of the two giddy teens.

HMHMHM

"Beaten again, Oliver." Lilly smiled, waving a basketball in front of his face. After three games against Lilly, he had lost every single one. He sighed and handed her twenty dollars.

"Come on, Lilly. I was planning on paying for Miley and I's date with that. Now how are we going to see a movie?" He groaned. Lilly pocketed the money and shrugged.

"I don't know. Find something else to do. But I can tell you that now Jackson and I are going to the movies." Lilly smiled, taking out the money once again and waving it in front of Oliver's face.

"Yeah, as if Jackson would ever let you pay for a date." Oliver laughed.

"Pay for a date? Please, this is paying for a Super Popcorn. That's one point eight gallons of buttery goodness!" Lilly smiled. Oliver sighed and wondered briefly why he had even decided to come over Lilly's house in the first place.

"Oh, yeah, Miley's inside if you were looking for her." Lilly mentioned. Oh right, that was why. Lilly quickly took out her cell phone, probably to text Jackson about the change in date plans. Oliver walked inside. Miley was sitting in Lilly's kitchen, writing in a notebook.

"Watcha doing?" He asked, sliding into the seat next to her. She turned to him and gave him a quick kiss hello.

"Writing in MSBG." She answered. Oliver mentally kicked himself; he had forgotten that he'd given her back the book a few days before.

"About who?" He asked curiously, leaning closer to her to try to see what she was writing. Miley pulled the book away from him and continued writing.

"You'll get to see when I'm done." She sighed. Oliver groaned impatiently and began drumming his fingers against the table. He subconsciously began playing "One in a Million".

"Okay, I'm done." Miley smile. She handed Oliver the notebook, opened to the page where she had been writing. Oliver looked at what it said.

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Oliver Oken

Looks – Long (ish) brown hair, really (even though this won't sound masculine) pretty brown eyes, normal sized muscles (even though he thinks they're bigger),

Age – 15 and loving it. Well, I hope he's loving it!

Occupation (if he has one) – Being awesome. He just doesn't get paid for that.

Personality – Oh gosh, where to start? He's totally funny, but not in an overdone sort of way. He's really caring too. And sweet. And surprising. And a tad overprotective, but I like that. And he's also such a donut.

Relationship Status – My wonderful and caring boyfriend, whom I love!

Biggest Secret – Hmm, it's probably the same as last time. You know, about the dress and the heels and the kiss. Wait, that's not a secret anymore. Hmm, probably that he watched the movie Becoming Jane with me and cried his eyes out.

Major Faults – This is hard. Uh…he's always hungry. Wait, no. I don't consider that a fault exactly. Oh! I can't chew gum around him. That is the only major fault. But it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

-

Oliver put down the book and looked over at Miley, who was looking around the room, her face a slightly pink. He silently slid the book in front of her to let her know that he was finished reading. She looked over at him slowly, seeming almost scared.

"Did you like it?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course. I was relieved, too. I thought it was going to say like," Oliver raised his voice a few octaves, "Ugh, that Oliver is so annoying. I don't know why in the world I'm dating him. I'm going to break up with him right now."

"That's creepy, because that's what I originally had written!" Miley grinned. Oliver's expression turned to one of sheer horror.

"What?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"I'm kidding, Oliver. You're such a donut." Miley giggled. Oliver immediately relaxed.

"Don't scare me like that. For a second I thought you were going to break up with me!" Oliver requested, causing Miley to giggle even more.

"Okay, one, I'd never break up with you. Two, if I did break up with you I'd be attacked by like a dozen 'Mannah' fans. And three, you shouldn't be so gullible. It'll get you into trouble one day." Miley ensured him.

"Whatever. We can't go to the movies tonight. Lilly won all of my money in a bet." Oliver sighed. Miley shook her head amusedly.

"That's okay; we can just watch a movie at my house. It's no big. Besides, in a movie theater, I'd be uncomfortable doing this." Miley smiled, leaning in and kissing Oliver right on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

I don't kow if I like how this turned out. But I sort of thought that I've made you all wait long enough and that I should just post it. Now, there are a few YAY!'s you should know about. Here they are.

YAY! I have over 100 reviews! (This is an old YAY!)

YAY! There's probably going to be a sequel to this story! There is a clue in this chapter about an event that happens some time in the sequel. If you guess what the clue is I will tell you the real clue.

YAY! Everything between me and "Mitchell" worked out. Oh, don't you remember like six chapters back when I was complaining about some soap opera-ish situation with him? Well, everything is fine and I am happy to say that "Mitchell" and I are dating. Oh, and I will tell you that his name is actually Zack. But, sadly, the story about the situation will not make it onto the site.

YAY! The last chapter got over 20 reviews! That's big for me, you guys. Back when this first started I would only get like five a chapter.

Um, I'm not sure what else to say. I would like to thank you all for reading this and I hope you all come back to read the sequel. When I get up to posting it, that is. And I have a few other mulitchap stories I plan on posting, so keep on the lookout for those. Oh, and I apologize for this ridiculously long A/N, but in my defense it is the end of my story. Well, technically with the strong possibility of a sequel (I'm already working on the first chapter) the story isn't really over, but oh well.

Adios, my friends. Please review and make me happy! Oh, and new poll on my profile regarding a sequel!