Okay, I was sitting in the living room of my house when I decided that I needed to write another story, so I asked my mom for help because I couldn't come up with any ideas, and she gave me something like this. I can not take all the credit for this story. If you really want to give someone credit for this story, look for my mom. Okay, here is the story.

Chapter One

Miley was sitting on her bed with Oliver, digging through Bridal Magazines. Yes, she is planning for a wedding. She was looking for the perfect wedding dress, but having no success.

"Oliver, this is no use. I will never find the perfect gown for my wedding," Miley said and put her face in her hands.

"Well maybe if you told someone about the wedding that you are planning for, you could ask your aunt Dolly for help," Oliver replied. "I am really tired of looking through these girlie magazines. We have been doing this for the past three and a half hours."

"You are the only person I can trust with all of this. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Miley asked annoyed.

"What about Lilly? She is way more girlie than me. And plus, she is your best friend. You two are better friends than you and I," Oliver complained. "Can I please just go home now?" He looked at her with his puppy dog pout.

"Not the puppy dog pout, please not the puppy dog pout," Miley said as she covered her eyes from the convincing look on her friend's face.

"Okay, fine. But will you promise me that you will tell Lilly soon?" he asked. "You can't keep this kind of secret from your best friend."

"I know. I am just afraid that she will open her big mouth like always. I am just going to wait until the right time," Miley said as she continued to flip through the pages of a magazine. "And if you can keep this a secret for me, I'm sure that I can get him to let you be the Best Man." I smiled, and then picked up another magazine from my bed.

My head shot up when I heard a knock at the door.

"Hide everything!" I said in a loud whisper. "No matter who it is, they can't see it!"

"Miley, it's Jake," he called through the door. We continued hiding things under my bed, and finished just as he walked through the door.

Jake was her boyfriend of eight months now, but he knew nothing of her wedding plans. She was too afraid of what his reaction might be if he ever found out.

"Hey, Miley. What are you up to?" he asked in his oh-so-sexy tone of voice.

"Oh, we were just talking about something." Oliver quickly said, trying to hide the fact that he wanted to burst out laughing so bad.

"Talking about what?" Jake asked suspiciously. "Is it something I should know about?"

Miley's POV

"Yeah. Oliver and I were discussing ways to surprise Lilly for her birthday," I said. Good thing her birthday really is in a week and a half.

"Oh. Why didn't you call me. I could probably have helped," Jake said, still sounding pretty like he was suspicious.

"I thought you had something planned for tonight. Like a meeting with your manager or something," I said slowly, making sure that what I said actually made sense, because I didn't want to accidentally let him find out about anything.

"No, Miley. That is actually next Friday," said Jake, shrugging his shoulders, thinking nothing of the suspiciousness in the room.

He plopped on the bed with Oliver and me, and he immediately stood up.

"What was that?" he asked as he rubbed his head where his head hit the bed. Uh oh.

"What's what?" Oliver asked with his eyebrows raised, not knowing was going on at this moment.

"Something under the sheets," he said, pointing to the blanket .

"Oh, Library book," I thought up quickly. "Earlier I was working on my book report for English," I lied.

"Oh, let me get that for you," he said and reached under the covers.

"Uh, no. Actually, when I read my book report, I want it to be a surprise, so I don't want you to know what book it is," I lied yet again. This was beginning to get uncomfortable for me.

"Oh, right," he said, suspecting something, but not knowing what.

I reached under the blanket and found one Bridal Magazine that I had not hidden. I quickly shoved it behind my back, and ran to my backpack. I put it in, and walked back over to my bed.

"So why you here?" I asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"I wanted to come and see my girlfriend," he said sweetly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Is there some reason that I shouldn't be here?" his smile turned to a very serious face.

"No. Like we already said, we were only talking about Lilly's birthday," Oliver said and rolled his eyes.

"Okay. Can you please leave us alone now?" Jake asked, looking toward the door.

"Yeah. I am sure that Mr. Stewart would just love for you two to be alone in a room with a bed together," Oliver said sarcastically, and didn't look like he was ready to leave.

"Oliver! I am sick and tired of your attitude! I thought that only girls had PMS. Either I was wrong, or you must have had a sex change operation for the appearance of a guy," I said rudely. I cannot believe that I just said something so mean to one of my best friends.

"I can tell that I am not wanted here, so I will just leave now," he said and walked through the door.

By the time my bedroom door was closed, Jake muttered under his breath, "You are not wanted here, so it's a good thing that you are leaving."

"Don't talk that way about my best friend!" I snapped.

After a few seconds of complete silence, I said, "I am sorry. I know that what you said was true. I guess I am the one with PMS, not Oliver." I laughed, and leaned in to give Jake a deep kiss on the lips, but he pulled back.

"Miley," he started as he held my hand in his, "I am the one that should be sorry. I should not be talking that way about your friends."

"It's okay. I'm sure that everyone is like that sometime or another," I said and leaned in to kiss him once more. This time, he let me kiss him.

We kissed and kissed, until he had my body locked under his. Our kisses deepened, and he began to pull my shirt over my head. I unbuttoned his dress shirt, and threw it across the room.

Before I knew it, we were wearing the sheets, and nothing else.

We had not stopped kissing yet, but we had started doing other things. I have to admit, even though I am a high school sophomore, this is my first time with anyone.

I have to admit, I keep wondering if my dad will hear us. Oh no. I really should not be thinking about my dad while I am busy having sex with a guy. Bad mental picture.

We woke up in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock. We looked at each other and smiled.

"Good morning," I said and hugged him. It felt really weird to hug him, and my bear breasts rubbing against his muscular chest.

"Good morning to you too," he said with a grin. He kissed me on the lips, and stroked my hair.

We laid there for about half an hour when I shot up and and realized that I had to go to school.

"What is it Miley?" Jake asked, his smile starting to fade.

"School. We have to go to school today," I said.

"So? We still have time to get ready for school," he said, stroking my hair again.

"How are you going to get past my dad?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

"You don't have to," a familiar masculine voice said. Oh no, this can't be good.

"Mr. Stewart. It's not what you think," Jake said quickly.

"Oh, so you two did not sleep together behind my back, before you are even old enough for marriage?" my dad asked with a disturbed look on his face.

"Okay, so maybe it is what you think," I said, realized that most of my body was not covered by the blanket on my bed. I snatched the sheets to my shoulders, and looked at my father wide-eyed.

"Look, I know that most dads would probably forbid you from ever seeing him again, but that will not change the past. But I can enforce what happens in the future. I don't ever want you two to do what you did again."

We were already chewed out by dad, let's just see if we can get through school without anyone finding out.

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