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Chickenpox	By : MuggleAngel Category: G through L > Hannah Montana Views: 28227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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"Spoken Words"
'Thoughts'

Chickenpox!!!

Fourteen-year-old Miley Stewart and her sixteen-year-old bother Jacson, are two average teenagers... Except that Miley is really, secetly, Hannah Montana! Olny her family and two best friends (Lilly and Oliver) know this fact. And now... so do you! Hannah Montana has taken a short respite (rest) from her Concert Tour, so Miley can have her Summer Vacation. Miley, Jackson, Lilly, Oliver and Cooper were all excited to find out that they were all going to the same Summer Camp, for the month of July. On the first of July, Miley woke wil an itchy rach covering most of her body!

"Daddy!" She scremed after she looked in the mirror, only to see the strange rash creeping up her neck.

Miley's Father (Robbie Ray) came running into her room!

"Baby what wr-... Oh Miley baby, what's happened to you?"

"I was hopen' you'd tell me,"She whispered. "Daddy I can't go to to camp lookin' like this!"

"Okay then, come over here by the window and le' me get a better look... uh-oh Miley...

"Uh-oh, what uh-oh?" She nearly screamed.

"Well baby, I think you've got the Chickenpox."

"Chickenpox... Chickenpox, but I already had that right, when I was little?"

"No baby you didn't! Jackson had them when he was three, but you were just a little babe at the time. I didn't want my Miley get'n sick, so I sent you to stay at your Aunt Dolly's for about amonth, just till he was better! Sweetheart, you can't go to camp with the Chickenpox."

"But Daddy?" One look at her Father and she knew he was right. "Yea... I know. Can I at least call Lilly and Oliver and tell `em I cant go?"

"Yea baby, go ahead and I call Cooper to tell Jackson!"

"Thanks Daddy!"

As Robbie Ray left Miley's room to call his son, Miley herself floped down on her bed, unplugged her cell-phone and called Lilly.

The Phone rang tice on the other end, before Lilly answered, "Yellow!"

"Hey Lilly."

"What's up Miley? Why ya sound so down? I mean we're going to the Redwoods; to hike, party meet boys, we even get to have like three days at the beach... their even letting me bring my scateboard!"

"Yea I know, But I can't go I'm sick."

"Sick? Miley, you don't sound sick! What's wrong?" The last question was almost a whisper.

"Well I got the Chickenpox, so I'm probably contagious," Miley said like it was no big deal.

"Probably!?! Miley, you'll be highly contagious, for like, five to ten days. Then if you make someone else sick, it could be another three weeks till they got it too!"

"And how exactly do you know all this?"

"Oh, the kid we watched two weeks ago had it. I'm just luky I didn't get it to, I mean, it would really suck to miss out on camp!"

"Gee, thanks Lilly. You couldn't of told me sooner?"

"Oh GOD Miley, I knew there was something I forgot to tell you!"

"Yea well... I gotta call Oliver. By Lilly."

"By Miley. See you next month... I'll write and tell you about everything, promise!"

"Thanks Lilly, by."

"By!"

And with that, they both hung up. Miley took a deep breath, before dialling to call her other best friend!

The phone rang four times before he answered, "Smoken' Oken!" Miley could tell he was smiling, by just his voice alone.

"(Giggle) Hey Oliver!"

"Miley? What's up? I'm gonna' see you in abou three and a half hours!"

"Yea well actually, you won't. I've got the Chickenpox!"

"The Chickenpox... Do you need anything? Just tell me and I'll get it for you, okay!"

"Thanks oliver, but I'm okay, I've got my Dad. And you can't come over `cause I'm contagious! Even if you've had this before, you coud give my germs to someone else!"

"Yea okay... But if you need anything, anything at all, I'm just a phone call away!"

"Kay, I better let you go, see you in a month."

"By Miley!"

"Mm' by!"

As she hung up, her Dad knocked on her door.

"Hey baby, howed it go?"

"Okay, I found out how I got the Cickenpox... BABY-SITTING!"

Robbie Ray chuckled at that!

"My baby got the Chickenpox baby-sitten'. Darlin', don't give me that look... you know I didn't mean to laugh!" He knelt on the bed behind Miley to give her a hug. "Hmm... I'm right here for you baby, you need me and I'm right here!" He said before kissing the top of her head.

"Thanks Daddy!" Miley turned in the circle of her father's arms to softly kiss his cheek. "I'm really glad for that." She the kissed his cheek again.

With that he let go of Miley and rose from the bed.

"Alright then, I'll fix us somethin' to eat, while you get dressed for the day!"

"Right, see ya down stairs then!"

As her Father left her room, Miley thought on what was best to wear.

'Well, normally when i'm sick I'd just wear some sleep-pants and a baggy- shirt. Bt all those lose clothes would probably make me itch more...' "Oh I know!" She the opened her suitcase and dug out; a pair of dark blue jean shorts, a light pink fitted tank-top, a coral-colored lace bra and a pair of panties. She dressed in these and some flip-flops, before looking in the mirror. "Perfect! Too bad the damb rash almost matches my bra..."

When Miley walked int the kitchen, her Father turned to greet her and was nearly gaping like a fish. She was truely a vision walking in, wearing her fitted tank, short-shorts, while pulling her hair in a high pony tail! He quickly looked away, closed his mouth and set the food on the table.

"Mmm... Panckes, my faverite! Thanks Daddy," Said Miley as she sat down.

"You're welcome baby!"

The two ate in silence and Robbie Ray kept steeling glances at the coral lace, peeking out over his daughter's top.

"Thanks again Daddy for the Pancakes!"

Miley got up and crossed to the other side of the table to give her Dad a thnk you kiss. He turned his head at the last second and she pecked him on the lips! She blushed brughtly, then ran back up to her room. Robbie Ray sat htere a moment, before licking the sticky syrup kiss from his lips!

"Mmm... now only if all kisses were that sweet!" He opened his eyes wide at those words. 'I did not just say that out loud?... Damb it! It's one thing to think things like that, it's smoethin' else to say it!'

Dambing himself for what he'd said, he got up from the table and washed the dishes. After that he found his address book to call Miley's Doctor, then went to tell his daughter what he found out! He knocked on her door before he entered.

"Hey baby I'm gonna' take a quick shower, then run to the store to get a few things!"

"What things?"

"Well, I called you Doctor. He said you'll run a fever and to give you some Paracetamol!" At the strange look she gave him, he corected himself, "Tylenol baby. He also said you'd be real itchy!"

"I am Daddy, I itch all over... even in places I never itched before!"

"(Chuckle) I know baby, that's why the Doctor told me to get some Calamine Lotion too! Did you want anything else while I'm gone?"

"No... oooo wait a minute! Um... Can you get some Root Beer and Ice Cream, for Root Beer Floats? Please Daddy, please?" She begged from atop her bed.

"Well since you asked so nicely, I just migt..."

"Oh thatk you Daddy!"

She then launched herself at her Fater, wrapping her arms around his waist! Robbie Ray kissed the top of her head and held her tightly, before ltting her go.

"Okay darlin' I'll see ya in about an hour."

With that said he left her room to take a shower. When he stepped out of the shower stall he thought, 'No man should do things like that while he's thinkin' about his daughter!' He then got dressed and drove to the store.

When he got home, he put the Ice Cream in the freezer and the Root Beer in the fridge, before heading up to Miley's room. He knocked and entered to find Miley sitting on the bed scratching her shoulder and neck.

"Baby no! Ya have to stop, or you might end up with scars." He said, taking hold of her hands. "Miley darlin', you really change, those tight clothes rae only gonna' make you itch worse!"

"But I thought loose clothes whould make it worse?"

"No baby, trust me they'd be better."

She nodded, before grabbing an over-size tee from her suitcase. Her Dad turned away to let her change. Robbie Ray stood and listened as she unzipped her shorts, he faught hard not to moan. When he turned around again, she was laying on her bed in nothing but an over-size light bule shirt, with dark blue panties underneath!

"Daddy... I itch so bad!"

"I know baby, I know."

Robbie Ray walked back to the door and nelt, picking up the Lotion and bottle of Tylenol he'd dropped there. He sat on the edge of her bed, brushed a strnd of hair from her face and sighed.

"Here baby, take thede... you fell more then a little warm!"

Miley grabbed the SoBe water from her night-stnd and took the two Tylenol her Dad gave her. Her Father then thook some tissue from the night-stand, folded them and poured Calamine Lotion on them. He started dabbing lotion on her neck and jaw, on the rash vissable there. He lifted her sleaves and aplyed lotion to her soulder too! She wiggled and moaned, from the cool, soothing lotion on her hot, itchy skin.

AN/ Okay, when I fist started writing this i thought Robbie Ray and Miley both had thoughts of a sexual relationship with each other, but were both in denial...And the Chickenpox gave them the little push they both needed. I'm sad to say that I no longer have a feel for this story, but would love to see it finished someday! So any one out there who'd like to add a chapter, or maybe even finish it, be my guest... If you do write in this fic, then have some fun with it, please and thank you! BY!!!

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