Notes: I know I shouldn't be starting a new Hannah Montana story when I just began another but I promise to finish all my stories by summer. I promise.
&Yes, I'm a Jake/Lilly fan! A really, really big one at that. But, with that being said, don't let my proclamation fool you into thinking this is strictly a Jake/Lilly story. I mentioned Jackson in the summary for a reason. Let the love triangle begin :)

Also, for future reference:

1. Following chapters will be in first person and will either be Lilly's or Jake's point-of-view (of course, it'll be mentioned at the beginning of the chapter).

2. There are no solid pairings. Both Jake/Lilly or Jackson/Lilly are fair game.

3. They're all imaginably older. Their ages range from sixteen to eighteen.

4. It's rated 'T' for a reason. Adult topics will be touched upon.

5. Depending on where I'm planning to take this story, I may change the rating.

That's all I can think of now. Enjoy and feedback would be wonderful!

Prologue

It smelled like rain and summer's first breath.

Lights and flashes of artificial color scattered across Lilly's vision as she stumbled across the crowded, suffocating room consumed by waves of overwhelming music bouncing across the walls. To better her balance she pressed herself against a wall, adjusting her pink wig before sliding and eventually slipping into a restroom. Finally she was able to shield herself from the outside's thickened air and piercing sounds and she sighed in realization and relief, leaning forward as she grasped onto the bathroom's sink soiled and mottled by makeup and spilled drinks.

She was alone.

No Oliver or Miley by her swaying, straying side. They were waiting in Hannah Montana's limo outside; probably with Miley draped messily across Oliver while he soothingly rubbed her back as colors whirled in her head and words danced across her tongue. Their Mike and Hannah costumes must be halfway off. Oliver would no longer be sporting his Mike goatee—Miley always complained about how it left burning, itchy marks across her skin—while Hannah's blonde tresses would be deposited on an occupied seat—Oliver had gotten over blondes a fairly long time ago—as they impatiently waited for Lilly's return.

Lilly blinked when the abrupt sound of dry heaving permeated the silence she previously dwelled in. She tensed at first, gradually lessening the stress she placed on her muscles as she bent low to the ground and glanced under the three bathroom stalls. A hunched over body occupied the last one and it jerked violently when it vomited again into the stall's toilet. She cringed at the sound of strangled pain.

It was a guy. Lilly knew. It was a guy who was throwing up the last of his liquor into the toilet by the sound of his hoarse gasps and his baggy but clinging clothes. It was definitely a guy and she probably should've left upon the assumption but she straightened herself upward instead and peered through the unlatched door, her eyes widening at the alarming discovery.

It was a blur from then.

All she could remember was asking out loud "Jake Ryan?!" because seventeen year old rising actors weren't supposed to mistake the women's bathroom for the men's and they weren't supposed to be emptying their stomach's contents out into public toilets and they weren't supposed to be drunk beyond recognition. And then she instinctively hauled him to his feet and somehow miraculously managed to drag him to Hannah's parked limo without a second thought.

She balled her hand into a fist as she pounded it frantically against the tinted window until Oliver languidly opened it, yelping comically when she threw Jake's body onto his. He spluttered words of distaste and equal disbelief while Lilly ignored his comments and climbed in, shutting and securing the door behind her.

Miley was giggling in her seat, playing with the ends of her Hannah's blonde wig. Another drink and she would've probably been in Jake's state. Gone.

Meanwhile the aforementioned teen managed to sit himself upright, wedged between Oliver and Miley's forms, while Lilly took the seat across from theirs. Oliver appeared reasonably pissed at the separation from Miley who was laughing as Jake smirked clumsily at her. Oliver suddenly jerked the blond star away from the snickering girl, leaning forward as his eyebrows furrowed in evident displeasure.

"Okay, so why the heck is—is this, this jerk doing in here?!"

"Oken!" Jake yelled, patting Oliver hard in the shoulder. "Long time no see! How're you?"

Oliver's attention strayed momentarily. He glanced at Jake, shooting him a glare before murmuring dryly, "great; just fantastic."

"My publicist told me you—I mean, Mike—and Hannah have been getting pretty chummy," the celebrity continued loudly. "Lucky guy you are, you know, dating someone as good-looking as Hannah. Her eyes are like skies, kinda. All blue and everything. Have you noticed that rack she got? I don't remember Miley ever having—"

Lilly suddenly started screaming while Miley started crying.

Unfazed, Oliver proceeded to punch Jake Ryan's perfect face in.

Welcome to the biggest mistake Lilly's made in her entire life:

Jake Ryan.

-Hmmm. I couldn't help but add a touch of my Oliver/Miley love. Sorry about that. But anyways, reviews would be lovely :)