The next morning I woke up to my cellphone blaring!

I’m going home, to the place where I could know-

“Hello?” I said, still half asleep.

“Jae, we have a problem.” Cody said, sounding upset, yet happy.

‘What happened?? Who died.”

“Remember when we hid in the alley yesterday, well someone from the press got a photo of it and now there’s a huge story going around that we’re going out.”

“Really?” I said, sort of delighted at the thought.

‘Yeah, so we need you down at the studio for a meeting, in say . . . an hour.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be there.” I hung up, and fell back asleep.

Cody’s POV:

I woke up to my mother screaming into her cellphone.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S ON THE FRONT PAGE!?”

Murmering in the phone from the other end.

“WELL I DON’T WANT THAT SORT OF PUBLICITY FOR HIM, SO GO AND GET ALL THE NEWSPAPERS WITH IT AND DISBAN THEM OR SOMETHING!”

“Mom! Just chill, whatever it is can’t it wait for 9:00 to happen?” I yelled.

“Cody Linley get you butt out here right now!”

I got out of bed, still half asleep. I didn’t really care what my mother was ranting about, I just wanted to go back to bed. As I walked into the kitchen I saw a whole lot of newspapers everywhere. They all had headlines like:

Cody’s new girl

Codylicious

“Ah, here he is.” She closes he phone and gets really close to me.

“Who’s she?” she asked pointing at the picture of me pushing Jae into the wall.

“That’s Jae, she won the singing thing at the studio. We were trying to hid from the press.”

“That’s not what it looks like here. And they all say that you two are going out.” She was right. At the angel from which the picture was taken it looked like we were kissing.

“I swear mom, I was just trying to hid us from the press, and we’re not going out.”

“Us? As in you and her? Are you two a us now or just Cody Linley: superstar and Jae: average civilian?”

“Mom, we’re just friends. And she’s not like the other girls that I’v had to meet, she wasn’t all up in my business about everything. She was really laid back.”

“Whatever she was, she needs to be at the studio in an hour to sort this whole thing out. So go call her, or whatever you need to do to get her there.”

“Okay.” I leave the kitchen and go straight to my room. I dig out my cellphone and call her. When she answers she sounds half asleep.

“Hello?” she says.

“Jae, we have a problem.”

“What happened? Who died.”

“Remember when we hid in the alley yesterday, well someone from the press got a photo of it and now there’s a huge story going around that we’re going out.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding sort of pleased.

“‘Yeah, so we need you down at the studio for a meeting, in say . . . an hour.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be there.” She says, and she hangs up.

I went back into the kitchen. My mother was sitting there, gabbing on her cellphone about how her son had been a bad press story and how she wanted all of the newspapers destroyed.

“So?” she asks.

“Yeah, she’ll be there.”

“Good.”

An hour later we have to run into the studio without getting attacked by some reporter.

“CODY!” cries the director.

“Yea?”

“Who’s this girl?”

“The winner of the song wars deal yesterday.”

“And you’re going out?”

“No.”

“Well she better get her butt down here for the meeting, cause we need this figured out.”

“She will be. I promise.” He walks away mumbling something about teenagers.

“Cody?” someone asks tentatively. I turn around and Jae is standing there, looking pale.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I had to kick some press guy to get him to let me in, I hope I didn’t make anymore trouble by doing that.”

‘No. Don’t worry about it.” I grab her hand and pull her into the press room, with everyone in it.

“Everyone, this is my friend Jae. Jae, this is everyone.”

“Hi.” She says.

“HI!” they all reply.

I sit her down and we start the meeting, but I stop everyone.

“What do we have to do? Just cut to the chase.” I ask the producers.

“You have to really go out with her, maybe it’ll boost the image of Hannah Montana.”

“Oh.” We both say. I turn to look at her, she’s as red as a tomato. She shrugs and nods.

“Okay. And I speak for the both of us.

“Good.” The producer says with a smile on his face.

Jae’s POV:

“I’m going out with Cody Linley.” I have to tell the reporters.

“Right, so prove it. We want some juicy dirt!”

“Okay.” Cody says as he walks over. He lightly grabs my hips and pulls me into he, as he presses his lips so mine.

A/N: I don’t own any of the names, or brand names I used.