I wrote this thing in under ten minutes. I would've been SO proud of myself if this wasn't the SADDEST thing I've EVER written, but it is… The second part isn't supposed to be as sad/angsty as the first part, which is why it's so short. Enjoy.

No flames, please! Flames make me cry... -tear-

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana… It's on my Christmas wish list, though, so I can hope.

I, Jake Ryan don't cry.

I've never even had to fake-cry for a movie.

I don't cry.

So why was I crying? I stared at Sara's grave… Her coffin… Her picture, sitting on the sleek, oak wood coffin. Staring at all these things, I felt the unfamiliar prick of tears on the corner of my eyes.

Why did she die? She was a good person… An annoying sister, maybe, but she was a good person.

So why did she die?

"Jake?" A soft voice behind me made me wipe the tears out of my eyes before I turned to the source of the voice.

Miley.

Miley… Why was she here? She hadn't known my sister… She hadn't known Sara…

"I'm so sorry, Jake," Miley whispered, suddenly hugging me tightly. I couldn't do anything but hug her back.

"Why?" I asked, feeling like I was going to cry again, "She didn't do anything to deserve this…"

"I don't know, Jake… I don't know…"

Miley pulled back from me to look me in the eyes.

"At least you know for sure that she didn't die in pain…" Miley said.

That was true… Sara had been on her way home from the mall and had been hit by a drunkard. She died instantly.

She hadn't done anything to deserve it… She was loved by everyone… I wouldn't have dated her if she wasn't my sister or anything like that, but she was my best friend, as well as my sister… We had made plans for that weekend to go to my movie together… It wasn't exactly new any more, and she had seen it opening night, (as she always did) but we had still made the plans, just to spend time together.

Why did she have to die?

"Thanks for being here, Miles," I said, "I'm sure you have other things you'd rather do."

"No, Jake," Miley shook her head, "I'd rather be here with you… Making sure you're okay…"

That's right… Miley's mom had died in a car crash, hadn't she?

And here was Miley… She wasn't crying… I knew this had to be harsh on her… Thinking about all this… Probably mostly about her mom's funeral… And Miley didn't look like she was going to cry, which is probably more than I can say…

"Miley… I'm not okay…" I finally said, collapsing into a chair.

And that day, I, Jake Ryan cried.

I cried hard.

And Miley just sat beside me, hugging me.

I, Miley Stewart, am what my daddy calls 'An emotional teenage girl.'

I even cried when Mikayla got that one award instead of me. (Not that I let her see it or anything.)

I cry a lot.

So why wasn't I crying? I was standing there, staring at the grave… The coffin… The picture sitting on the coffin. I didn't feel tears… Despite the fact that my mom died the same way Jake's sister had. I felt memories bubbling up in my mind, but I didn't cry.

I went through the whole funeral, not crying… Then, I saw Jake, standing there.

Crying.

Then, I realized why I wasn't crying.

So I could be strong for Jake.

I made my way over to where he stood.

"Jake?"