Miley Cyrus 2

“Well hey there Miley!” Amelia Wright said as Miley came through the door of Henry’s Diner, “How are you doing?”

“Oh, just fine Amelia, how about you?” Miley said with a large grin as she embraced her good friend.

“Peachy, gotta love half days, that’s for sure!” Amelia said.

“Yeah, but here you are cooped up in this old diner. I thought I’d take mercy on your poor soul and have lunch here today,” Miley said.

Amelia was one of the waitresses at Henry’s Diner, one of Green Falls’ many family-owned restaurants. It was your basic sort of diner with the usual cheeseburger fare as well as several classic warm plates like pot roast and meatloaf. It was the standard sort of after school job for most teens in Green Falls, but this one had the perk that Amelia got heavily discounted, if not free, food while she was on her shift.

This was quite a boon for Amelia, who was a big girl like Miley. Amelia carried most of her weight in her belly, giving her an apple-like figure. Though she had large impressive breasts, they were dwarfed by her gargantuan gut that protruded in front of her. Though it might have been just a coincidence, Amelia had one of the heartiest laughs that Miley had ever heard and it always served to bring a smile to her face. Like Miley, Amelia had brown hair, but of a shade lighter than Miley’s chestnut locks. Amelia always told Miley she was “so jealous of what large curls you can get your hair to make when mine’s just a wavy mess”. Miley always told Amelia that her hair was just wonderful the way it was and sometimes Amelia listened. Amelia also had large enough hips that as she walked through the diner taking and delivering orders, she did so with a waddle.

Amelia was, without question, Miley’s best friend. She was one of the first people her Aunt Pat had introduced her to when she first arrived at Green Falls. Amelia had introduced Miley to everyone she knew from the high school, many of whom soon became friends with Miley as well. Most of them tended to be larger girls, but not exclusively so. Miley discovered quickly that there was a good reason for the fat girls to hang out together—there was always a lot of tasty food on hand at wherever they were and Miley didn’t mind it a bit.

It was just before the lunch hour rush, which gave Amelia a couple spare minutes to talk to her friend after seating her in one of the booths along the window of the diner. “So…I heard that Luke Newman stopped by your house yesterday,” Amelia said with typical teenage excitement.

“He did,” Miley said, reddening a little bit.

“And what did he say?” Amelia said, barely able to contain herself.

“He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the movies on Friday,” Miley said with an embarrassed grin.

“I knew it! I could tell just by the way he looked at you,” Amelia said triumphantly.

Miley lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. “Yeah, about that…”

Amelia’s face fell. “Oh please don’t say you didn’t say yes.”

“I told him that was really sweet of him and maybe we could go sometime…but not on a date,” Miley explained with embarrassment.

“Miley! This is the fourth guy who’s asked you out since you got here! And they’re all really nice guys. I wish one of them would ask me out. I’d say yes in a heartbeat,” Amelia said, her voice expressing disbelief and a hint of irritation, “You can’t keep doing this! This isn’t a big town.”

“Yeah…well…I dunno. There just wasn’t a spark, you know?” Miley said, “It’s like I’ll know it when I see it and I didn’t see it with Luke.” She paused and then added, “I felt really bad about it.”

“Well you should,” Amelia said with a huff. However, the lunch crowd was starting to arrive, “But we’ll have to talk about this later. Know what you want?”

Miley didn’t even have to look at the menu. “Bacon cheesburger, extra bacon, extra cheese.”

“Seasoned fries?” Amelia asked as she scribbled.

“Of course!” Miley replied, “And a chocolate shake. Oh, keep the ice cream cold for afterwards.”

“You got it, dear,” Amelia said before she waddled off to seat new customers.

Soon Henry’s was full of people in every booth and at every barstool. They tried to seat single diners like Miley at the counter so they could maximize the number of people they could serve, but Miley’s fanny was so big that a barstool couldn’t handle her, so she was relegated to a booth. However, since everyone knew each other so well in Green Falls, single diners in booths were often asked politely if they’d mind sharing their booth with another lonely soul. It not only helped Henry’s cope with the crowd of customers during periods of peak demand, but also let folks socialize somewhat who wouldn’t have otherwise gotten the chance. Accordingly, Miley had every expectation that she’d have a lunch mate before long.

Indeed, it was barely six minutes after she’d arrived that Miley overheard Amelia asking Mrs. Gardner if she was expecting anyone else for lunch because there was a single diner she was trying to seat. When Mrs. Gardner replied that Mr. Gardner was imminently expected, Miley waved for Amelia to come over and her best friend did so as fast as her flabby legs would allow her to.

“Who are you trying to seat? I won’t mind sharing my booth,” Miley said.

Amelia opened her mouth to reply, but then tapped her chin with her pen for a couple seconds. “Hmmmm…you know, maybe I will seat him here,” Amelia said mysteriously.

Miley raised her eyebrows. “Who is it?” A sudden thought occurred to Miley and it wasn’t a particularly pleasant one either. “Please don’t say it’s Luke,” Miley pleaded.

“It’s not,” Amelia said, putting her friend at ease, “It’s a boy passing through. By the looks of it I’d say he’s from the city. You know what, I am going to put him here. You hold on just a second.”

For some reason, Miley’s interest was piqued. It wasn’t often that someone from the city stopped in Green Falls, and then they were usually visiting a relative and were duly introduced around to folks. To have a total stranger pop in was actually rather exciting. Miley had an impulse to twist around in her booth as best as she was able to catch a glimpse of this boy before he arrived, but decided against it. Still, the fifteen seconds between Amelia’s departure and arrival felt longer than they were.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jack,” Amelia said as she waddled back up to the table, “Jack McKay, meet Miley Stanton, your booth mate this afternoon.”

As Miley looked up into the face of Jack McKay she felt what could only be described as a spark.

“Pleased to meet you, Miley,” Jack said, extending his hand.

“Oh, the pleasure’s all mine,” Miley said as she took the offered hand.

The spark jumped into a strong current the moment her hand touched his, lasting until their fingertips no longer touched.

Jack sat down across from Miley. “So, apparently you guys do this all the time? The whole people who are dining alone sitting with one another thing, that is. Or that’s what the waitress said.”

“Yeah. It’s a pretty busy place as you can see and otherwise they couldn’t seat everybody,” Miley said, waving her hand around.

“So, know what you want? At least to drink anyways?” Amelia said coming up to the table again.

“Uhhh…” Jack looked up at Miley, “Do you have any recommendation?”

“I always go for a shake,” Miley replied, suddenly flattered to have been asked for her opinion.

“Then a vanilla shake, please,” Jack said, “You’ll have to give me another minute to figure out what I want to eat.”

“One vanilla shake coming up,” Amelia said after a quick scribble on her pad. “Be back with that shortly.” She moved away, but not before throwing a wink at Miley from behind Jack.

“Forgive me. Let me just figure out what I want and then I promise I’ll be a good conversationalist,” Jack said to Miley as he intently studied the large menu of Henry’s.

“Oh, no problem,” Miley said. As she waited her hands fidgeted in her lap. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been around a boy like this. Miley was so excited that it was only now registering that here she’d met a boy she finally liked…and he wasn’t even from around here. Just my luck, Miley thought gloomily to herself. However, a good look at Jack dispelled any gloom from her mind.

At first glance, there was nothing particularly special about Jack. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he was definitely good looking. His dark hair made his blue eyes all the more striking—so much so that they definitely caught Miley’s attention even as he scanned the menu. He clearly didn’t spend all of his time in the gym, which looked to be the case with some of the boys on the football team, but he was still looked good. He obviously wasn’t from rural Tennessee, for his voice lacked that trademark twang. What she did know was that he looked to be about her age, which was probably part of why she was attracted to him. But there was something else about Jack that drew Miley to Jack, but she couldn’t put her finger on—until she realized that it was that spark.

“Is the tuna melt good?” Jack asked, breaking into Miley’s thoughts.

“Huh?” Miley said, caught off guard, “Oh, yeah. It is. Real great.”

“Excellent,” Jack said, folding up his menu and putting it down. In that moment, their blue eyes locked on each other’s and they held the gaze for a full second before they both looked away. In that look, the spark arced through the air between eyes. When they both looked back Miley smiled shyly, looking up at Jack through her eyelashes instinctually as the corners of his mouth were tugged upwards irresistably.

“So…at the risk of sounding trite…come here often?” Jack asked.

Miley laughed. “Haven’t had that one used on me in a long time,” she replied, “Yeah, I’m something of a regular here. The waitress is my best friend.”

“She seems like a nice girl,” Jack said, “You have good taste in friends.”

Miley smiled at the tastefully done compliment. “How about you? What brings you to Green Falls?” Miley inquired.

“Well, I was just on my way back from Maragon,” Jack said. Miley knew well that Maragon was the next town over. “I’ve got an uncle and aunt and some cousins there and thought I’d pay them a visit.”

“Well you certainly didn’t get far,” Miley said, “You were barely driving five minutes before you stopped.”

Jack shrugged. “I got hungry and this place looked busy. It’s my standing policy in a new place to walk into the busiest place I see since the food is obviously good there.”

“Hey…that’s a pretty good idea. I’m gonna remember that one,” Miley said. Already she could tell that Jack was a smart guy and that only made Miley smile even wider at him.

“All right, you know what you want?” Amelia said as she came back to the table.

“Yeah. I’ll go with the tuna melt,” Jack said as he handed Amelia his menu.

“Fries, slaw, or potato salad?” Amelia asked automatically.

“Potato salad,” Jack said, “Oh, and before you go…” he turned to Miley, “Did you get an appetizer?”

“No,” Miley replied.

“Then let’s get the potato skins to start,” Jack said.

“No problem,” Amelia said with a final scribble on her pad. She gave Miley a look that said, “Oooooooh. You two are obviously having fun!” before she moved off.

“So you’ve got folks in Maragon, but where are you from?” Miley asked when they were alone again.

“Originally or currently?” Jack asked.

“Both,” Miley replied.

“Well, my hometown is Chicago—”

“Great city,” Miley said without thinking.

“Oh, you’ve been there?” Jack said with interest.

Miley thought fast. She didn’t like to talk about how much she’d traveled to folks in Green Falls outside of her Aunt Pat because she knew that people here weren’t stupid. If they found out that their Miley had traveled from Seattle to Worcester to San Diego to Miami to Toronto it wouldn’t be long before someone began to realize that their Miley was that Miley.

“Just once on a family vacation. It seemed like a great city,” Miley said, “Wish I could have spent more time there.”

“It really is. I miss it quite often,” Jack said.

“I hope you’re not saying that you don’t like it here in Tennessee,” Miley said with mock indignation.

“Oh, no, Tennessee’s great. In fact, Nashville’s a lot of fun. I’m very glad I decided to go to college there,” Jack said.

“You did? I mean, you do?” Miley said. Her heart was beating a little faster, “Where?”

“Vanderbilt,” Jack said.

Amelia walked up to the table with the potato skins and vanilla shake at just this moment and nearly dropped them on the floor. “You go to Vanderbilt?!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah, just finished my freshman year,” Jack said, “I take it that you guys are fans around here?”

“Just the cool kids,” Miley interjected before Amelia could say anything, “Go Dores and all that.”

“Miley’s much too modest,” Amelia said once she’d put the plate of potato skins down, “She’s going to Vandy next fall.”

“You are?” Jack said, “Well then let me be the first to welcome you!”

Miley took the hand that Jack stretched across the table. “Thanks very much,” she said with a blush.

“Well isn’t that something! The two of you sitting together. Why, it’s destiny!” Amelia said. She just smiled for a moment before moving off to see to the many other tables she had.

“Yeah, isn’t that something?” Jack said, “Who would have thought I’d meet someone else randomly like this who was going to Vanderbilt.”

“What, didn’t think I was smart enough to make it to Vanderbilt?” Miley challenged playfully, overcoming her embarrassment quickly.

“Honestly it was the last thing I was thinking about,” Jack said, “I was just having a lovely conversation. But since you are, a toast: to the a soon-to-be member of the Commodore Nation.”

Miley and Jack clinked their milkshake glasses and each took a long drag on their straws. As they did so, Miley made eyes at Jack in a perhaps cliché fashion. After all, she had been an actress and knew how to act in several situations, romantic ones among them. From the look that Jack returned her, he enjoyed them quite a bit.

“Oh, please feel free to dig into the potato skins. I got them to thank you for allowing me to share your company this afternoon,” Jack said, “but they can double as a ‘congratulations on getting into Vanderbilt’ present as well.”

“That’s mighty kind of you,” Miley said as she took one. Another girl might have said, “No thanks, my lunch is coming,” but Miley Cyrus was not any old girl.

“It’s my pleasure,” Jack said.

In reality, it was very much a shared pleasure.

***

“You sure you don’t want another piece of pie?” Jack asked.

“Absolutely not. I’ve probably already spoiled my appetite for dinner after this,” Miley said. That would have been true of a regular girl who’d just had nearly an entire plate of potato skins, an extra large bacon cheeseburger (extra bacon, extra cheese), two chocolate milkshakes, and two pieces of cherry pie with two scoops of ice cream. However, the truth was that Miley would be ready and raring to go by the time Aunt Pat put dinner on the table. Though her belly might feel full now, it always made room just in time for another delicious meal.

Jack waved Amelia over. “Okay, I think we’re done now,” Jack said.

“About time too,” Amelia said. The lunch crowd had all gone back to their jobs, leaving only a few scattered patrons. “Let me get your checks.”

As she moved off ponderously, Miley said, “Well, that was definitely the funnest lunch I’ve had in a long time!”

“Same here,” Jack said. Just as the words were coming out of his mouth, he suddenly caught something in the corner of his eye. “Actually, there’s one thing left to do…” He got up and took a quick couple steps over to the old-fashioned jukebox that stood against one wall and started flipping through the selections.

Miley smiled. Though she’d heard all of the songs in the jukebox a dozen times over, it was still a cute move. “Whatcha gonna pick?”

“It’s going to be a surprise,” Jack said, “Mainly because I don’t know yet. There’s plenty of country—”

“What self respecting diner in Tennessee wouldn’t have country on its jukebox?” Miley asked rhetorically.

“Some decent rock and roll,” Jack continued, “Gotta love Buddy Holly. Even some blues here.”

“For sure,” Miley concurred.

“Aha! This is it!” Jack said as he lit upon one song, “Can you dance?”

“Of course I can dance!” Miley said, “But are you serious? Dancing? Here?”

“Why not? I don’t think we’d disturb anyone,” Jack said coming back to the table.

“Honey, in case you hadn’t noticed, there are tables out there,” Miley said, pointing incredulously to the diner floor which was indeed filled with tables and chairs.

“Well that can be fixed,” Jack said, pushing a table and its associated chairs out of the way to create a small but adequate dance floor. He came back to the table and extended his hand to Miley. “What do you say, Miss Stanton?”

“Why that sounds like a mighty fine idea, Mr. McKay,” Miley said, shimmying her big booty across the booth.

She took the offered hand and felt a thrill as their hands folded together. Once Miley was on her feet, jiggling from the exertion, Jack leaned over to the jukebox and punched in his selection. As the record was put into place, Jack took Miley’s left hand in his right. Jack then put his free hand on her shoulder, but Miley took it and placed it firmly on her soft hip.

“If you’re going to lead, Mr. McKay, you shouldn’t be afraid to take a lady in hand,” Miley said with a wide, sparkling grin.

“Ah, but a gentleman always takes his lead from a lady,” Jack said with a smile.

From the opening notes Miley knew the song instantly and on the proper beat she took off in the proper three step waltz to the vocals of Patsy Cline.

“I was waltzing with my darlin’ to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced to her to my loved one
And while they were waltzing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me”

The waltzing couple attracted the amused smile Amelia as she looked up from the register where she was totaling their bills. The other diners also turned in their seats and grinned at the couple, many remembering the fond days of their youth. It even somehow drew out the cooks from the kitchen who leaned in the doorway in their aprons to watch the pair.

“I remember that night and the Tennessee Waltz
Only you know how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playin’
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz”

“You dance very nicely,” Miley told Jack as they moved together in sync during the short instrumental.

“I dance tolerably,” Jack said with a smile, “You dance well.”

Miley smiled and looked away as her cheeks reddened a bit with embarrassment. As they danced, Miley drew herself just a little bit closer to Jack. Of course, it wasn’t like there was much room between them. Miley’s belly stuck out so far in front of her that they were already in close contact as they moved about their small dance floor.

“Yes I remember that night and the Tennessee Waltz
Only you know how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darlin’ the night they were playin’
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz”

When the music stopped, the entire diner—all eight of them—applauded the pair, who each took a little bow.

“That was wonderful,” Miley said, just a smidge out of breath from dancing. It wasn’t something that she did often and even though it had been an easy box step. “Thanks so much for being a good dance partner.”

“My pleasure,” Jack said.

Amelia came up with a check and handed it to Miley, who glanced at it before fishing out a credit card that she handed over.

“I can take mine too,” Jack said as he put the table and chairs back in their place.

“It’s covered,” Amelia said with a smile.

Jack turned to Miley. “I suppose you think you’re going to pay for me?”

“Your money’s no good here,” Miley said.

Jack turned to Amelia. “Oh come on.”

“Nope, sorry. She’s right. She’s also my best friend. That’s a hard combination to beat,” Amelia said as she rung Miley up.

“If this is the way it’s got to be then you have to let me take you out sometime,” Jack said.

“Once I’m up at Vandy, it’s a deal,” Miley said, extending her hand to shake on it.

They paused for a second as Amelia brought the check back for Miley to sign. After she’d done so, they stood there for a moment without saying anything, each sensing that though their lunch had been wonderful, it was time to move on.

It was Miley who put it into words first. “So, guess you aughta be headed back to good old Music City.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Jack replied as they left the diner, “Thanks so much for lunch. You will need to let me make it up to you.”

“Don’t worry about that. I certainly will,” Miley said as they stood in front of the diner where their cars were parked, “So…I guess it’s goodbye until the fall?” She held out her hand to shake his.

“Well…not if you don’t want it to be,” Jack said.

“Huh?” Miley cocked her head in confusion. “I mean, this was fun, but it’s a ways from here to Nashville and…I’m not the distance relationship sort of girl, no offense. It’s just a personal preference, not you,” Miley hastened to add just so he didn’t get the wrong idea.

“Neither am I. But my uncle in Maragon said if I didn’t want to go back to Chicago this summer I was welcome to stay with them. He thought I might appreciate a summer job with him,” Jack said.

“Say what?” Miley said as her jaw dropped.

“So…yeah. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get your number to let you know once I get settled…if that’s okay with you,” Jack said somewhat abashedly.

“You have a lunch with me, make wonderful conversation, dance me around the diner, and you ask for my number if it’s ‘okay with me’? Of course it’s okay with me!” Miley said, “Give me your cell phone and I’ll do it for you.”

He handed it over and she programmed in her number. Once she’d done so, he took the phone back and called her. Seconds later, her phone rang.

“Hey, look at that. It works,” Jack said with a smile. He got into his car and started it, but before he pulled out, he rolled down the window and said, “See you later Miley Stanton.”

“See you later Jack McKay,” Miley replied.

He pulled out of the parking lot and she watched as he drove off down the street and back towards Nashville. Miley remained standing outside the diner and was joined by Amelia.

“Sorry you didn’t have a better time with him,” Amelia said as apologetically as she could manage.

“Oh you’re horrible!” Miley said as she playfully shoved Amelia away.

***

“Blue or red?” Miley said as she alternated holding up tops to her tubby torso for Amelia’s opinion.

“Miley, they’re totally different!” Amelia said with exasperation.

“Yeah, this one’s blue and this one’s red. Which looks better?” Miley said.

“Are you even paying attention? The necklines are totally different!” Amelia said.

“Well which on would look better?”

Amelia paused and took a hard look. “Well, if it were me, I’d go for the blue one. You get to show off your boobs that way.”

Miley held it up and looked at it. “I like the way you think girl.”

“Well I am your best friend and all,” Amelia said, “I should hope I know you well enough to guess what you’ll look best in for a hot date.”

“Fair enough,” Miley said as she pulled the top over her head, her belly jiggling wildly as she did so.

Miley surveyed herself in the mirror to get a good look at her handiwork. She’d done her hair in loose curls that nicely framed her chubby face. Her blue top showed off plenty of cleavage, more than enough to get Jack’s attention. It just barely covered all of her spare tire, miraculously reaching down to her white skirt made of a light material suitable for the Southern summer. The skirt encircled the generous circumference of her hips, left her plump shins in full view, and even showed off a little bit of her chunky thighs. She’d chosen a pair of somewhat dressy flip-flops for her feet. Underneath her clothes Miley had chosen her sexiest black bra and panties she had just for some extra self confidence.

“How do I look?” Miley asked as she twirled around for Amelia.

An impartial observer would have noted that some of the seams looked to be a little stretched in Miley’s outfit and might have mentioned she might want to see about moving up a size, but Amelia was hardly impartial. “You look wonderful,” she said, “Jack’s going to want to kiss you right on the spot!”

“If he does I hope Aunt Pat doesn’t see!” Miley giggled.

“Oh, it’ll be such a passionate kiss that you’ll forget she’s even there,” Amelia kidded.

It was then that the doorbell rang. “It’s him!” Miley shouted with more excitement than she could contain. She flung open her bedroom door and thundered down the stairs, jiggling and bouncing like a bowl full of jelly on a cobblestone road that was in bad need of repairs.

Just as she got to the front hall, Aunt Pat had already opened the door and was shaking Jack’s hand. “Why it’s a pleasure to meet you Jack. I’ve heard so many lovely things about you from Miley,” she was saying.

“I hope only the good things,” Jack said with a smile.

“Well, with the way Miley here tells it, it’s only good things,” Aunt Pat said with a grin.

“Well there only are good things you know!” Miley piped up.

They all had a good laugh. “All right, I won’t keep you two from dinner. Have fun,” Aunt Pat said.

“Thanks very much, Mrs….” Jack wasn’t exactly sure of what to call Miley’s aunt, so his voice just trailed off, looking for help from Miley.

“Just call me Pat. Keeps me feeling young,” Aunt Pat said with a smile, “Speaking of which…Miley, you better get that boy out of here before I try to steal him away from you!”

Miley pulled Jack out the door with a laugh. “Go! Or we’ll never get out!” she said as if they were fleeing for their lives.

“Good bye!” Jack said before the door shut behind him, giving Pat another laugh, not to mention Amelia who had watched the whole thing from over the railing of the stairs.

They went to Julie’s Louisiana Kitchen for dinner that evening. Miley went there without fail at least once a month, if not more often. Julie, the proprietor, had come to Green Falls after Hurricane Katrina and as a result brought with her a truly authentic style of cajun food that was an instant hit with all the residents of the town. After her first visit to the establishment, Miley vowed that she couldn’t leave town until she’d tried everything on the menu. Miley subsequently dined at Julie’s so often since she’d come to Green Falls that if she’d wanted she could have tried the menu twice over. However, after the first time through she had determined her favorite dishes and rotated amongst them. That night Miley felt like the large bowl of gumbo and Jack had the fried catfish as they had another pleasant discussion. No dinner to Angeline’s was complete without beignets for dessert, which Miley insisted upon, even overruling Jack’s desire for bananas foster bread pudding. By the time they’d finished, Jack was glad that she’d prevailed upon him.

It was a warm night out when they stepped out of Julie’s and rather than drive back to Aunt Pat’s they decided to take a stroll throughout the tree lined streets of Green Falls.

“So, what do you guys do for fun around here on a nice night like this?” Jack asked.

“Well…other than just hanging out with friend’s at their place or having dinner, there’s the movies. We’ve got a couple of coffee places that are open for another hour or so,” Miley said as they leisurely walked along the sidewalk, “If you wanted we could go hang with some kids from the high school and get drunk on cheap alcohol.”

“Ugh,” Jack said, “Trust me when I say that the alcohol doesn’t get much better when you get to college. There’s just more of it.”

Miley laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I think just taking a walk will be nice,” Jack said and as he did he slipped his hand into Miley’s so seamlessly that she had to admire his skill.

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Miley said as she squeezed his hand.

They walked for a little bit in silence before Jack said, “I hope your Aunt Pat won’t think I’m too forward seeing as this is only our first date and all.”

“It’s our second date,” Miley corrected, “Lunch at the diner absolutely counts. And my Aunt Pat would think less of you if you didn’t take my hand. I swear she’s more of a teenager than I am sometimes…”

“Okay. I just wasn’t sure if things were done differently down South here,” Jack said.

“You go to school ‘down South’,” Miley said with a bit of sass.

“You know what I mean. Nashville’s still a city. This is small town Tennessee. For all I know I could be run out of town for holding your hand,” Jack said.

Miley moved her soft bulk in closer to him. “Nah. It’s not all that different. Just smaller.”

Indeed, before they’d realized it they found that they had actually walked back to Aunt Pat’s. “Wow, it really is small here.”

“Yeah, you aughta take my word for that next time,” Miley said with a smile.

They’d taken Miley’s car for the short drive into town, which meant that Jack’s was there waiting for him. “So…I guess this would be good night then?” Jack said, feeling that it was a natural end to the evening.

“Only if you want it to be…” Miley said with an innocent smile.

“I don’t want to push my luck too much for a second date,” he said.

“Is that so?” Miley asked as she drew closer to him.

“Well, not too much, but I’m willing to press it a little,” Jack said as their lips got closer and closer and closer and closer…

“Wait!” Miley said, breaking the magic of the moment and pulling away a bit.

“What? Is something wrong?” Jack said, clearly shocked by the surprising turn of events.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Miley said. She took Jack’s hand. “Come inside.”

“Ummmm…okay,” Jack said, allowing himself to be led inside  by the tubby teen and into the living room that was unoccupied. Miley had a suspicion that Aunt Pat knew full well they were in the house but was choosing to make herself scarce at the moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Miley said, “You might want to sit down.”

“All right,” Jack said as he sat down on the couch with Miley, the two of them facing each other. With Miley’s large frame, there was little distance between them on the couch. Indeed, their knees were touching and it made Jack instinctively look at Miley’s thick, luscious thighs.

“There’s something I have to tell you before we…you know,” Miley said, a little color rising to her cheeks.

“Okay,” Jack said, prompting her to continue.

“See…I…my name’s not Miley Stanton,” Miley said, “Well, it is, and it isn’t. It is Miley Stanton right now, but that’s not what it’s always been.”

“Okay. And this is a big deal because…?” Jack said, failing to have any idea where this was going.

“…Because it used to be Miley Cyrus,” Miley said.

That one took a minute to sink in. “We’re talking the Miley Cyrus?” Jack asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that one,” Miley said.

Jack paused for a second and a million things rushed through Miley’s mind in that second. Among the first were, Oh God, does he think I lied to him? Does he not like me now? Is he going to get up and leave? This was a bad idea. I should have told him after we’d dated longer. Maybe I should have told him sooner. Oh God oh God oh God oh God.

“So…does that mean I can kiss you now?” Jack asked.

Miley blinked. “That’s it?” she blurted out.

“Well yeah,” Jack said, “Can I?”

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” Miley asked in disbelief.

“No, but I will be if I don’t kiss you in the next two seconds!” Jack said.

He didn’t have to, for Miley dove onto him and kissed him long and hard, every part of her prodigious bulk pressed up against him. Jack’s arms sunk into her inviting flesh as he kissed Miley, her breasts and belly almost enveloping him.

When they broke apart Miley took a deep breath and said, “I’ve kissed a lot of boys, but that kiss was one of the best I’ve ever had.”

“I haven’t kissed a lot of girls, but I doubt it gets much better than that,” Jack said with a smile.

“So you’re really not mad at me for not telling you who I was?” Miley asked.

“Of course not! It’s our second date. At least you didn’t wait two months to tell me. Besides, I can see why you might want to keep a low profile,” Jack said.

“Yeah…speaking of that, you and Aunt Pat are the only ones who know. Not even Amelia knows, so keep this one on the down low,” Miley said, “I hope you don’t mind not being able to tell all your friends you’re dating a pop star.”

“My lips are sealed,” Jack promised.

“Let me help you with that,” Miley said and she gave Jack another awesome kiss. It was the first of many, many more to come.