I don't own Hannah Montana

This is a story that was suggested by stlcardsgurl1993. Sorry that it is very late by the way and thank you for the suggestion

~Siena's P.O.V~

My bikini shoot was finally over! Yes! All of that time standing in the hot sun gave me a huge headache. I had woken up at five in the morning and had to do my morning routine, eat a light breakfast, and put on my make-up. My bikini shoot with the other models was at seven. We were shooting for the summer catalog of the different styles, brands, and colors that were made by our designers. I was glad that this was finally over, because I can finally rest and spend some time with the best boyfriend in the world.

He was Jackson Stewart, and he was the sweetest thing. He had a sister named Miley. She secretly confided in me that she was Hannah Montana. WOW! When she told me that, I couldn't even get it out of my head. I am a huge fan of Hannah Montana and her music. Which means that I'm a fan of his sister? Kind of weird but it's in a good way. This secret has been killing me. I wanted to tell someone that I can trust. I wanted to say that I am dating a guy who has a famous sister. I couldn't tell my cousin because he left to go to Wisconsin.

I turned my head and saw all of the female models walking in. Their skin was so bronze. I tan the natural way rather than going to tanning beds. You get a lot of Vitamin D from the sun rather than getting cancer from the tanning beds.

"Hey!" a voice said next to me as I felt someone grab my shoulder.

I turned around and looked up. It was none other than my best friend Samantha. She was a pretty girl. Nice, blond, white teeth. She was very good at modeling too.

"Hey," I said as I got up and gave her a hug.

"You were awesome out there," she said to me with excitement.

"Thank you," I said back, "you were too." I looked down on the floor. The whole "Jackson's sister is Hannah Montana" was driving me crazy. "Can I confide in you?" I asked her.

"Sure," Samantha said.

I gently grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the other models. "You know that boy Jackson that I have been telling you about?"

"How can I forget?" Samantha asked as she reminded herself of Siena talking non-stop about her boyfriend.

"Well he has a sister," I told her, "who is Hannah Montana."

"No way!" Samantha said a little to loudly.

"Shh," I shushed her until her excitement rose. Samantha was a good friend to me and I loved her. When she got really excited about something she was just a little more than annoying.

"That is so cool," Samantha said, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Because she told me not to tell anyone and I wanted to tell someone," I told her.

"Ohh," she said as she blankly stared off into the distance.

"Sam," I called her that for short as I snapped my fingers in her face.

"Huh?" she asked as she looked at my absently, "what are we talking about?"

"Jackson's sister at how she confided in me that she was Hannah Montana," I repeated. I forgot to mention that Sam also has a minor short attention span.

"Yeah, yeah," she said as she held her hand up in the air, "your secret is safe with me, don't worry about it."

"No," I said as I grabbed her hands, "I really need you to make sure that you promise you won't tell anyone about it."

"I swear on my life and I cross my heart and hope to die," she said as she crossed her heart. "I would never lie to you girl."

"I know," I said as I tucked some hair behind my ear, "I just don't want his sister to find out about it. That's all."

"Don't worry," Samantha reassured me, "now come on. It's like twelve and we haven't even eaten lunch yet."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the buffet. I looked at the food that was spread out on the table. Tiny sandwiches, drinks, desserts, everything that I thought tasted delicious. I looked at the delicious food as if I was looking at something disgusting. I was feeling pretty guilty that I told someone about Miley's secret when she told me not to tell anyone about it. I couldn't turn back the time and undo the mistake. I trusted Sam that she wouldn't tell but something in me made my stomach churn. This was the biggest mistake that I had made.